Disclaimer: I do not own GG or the NJBC.

A/N: I've been really busy lately, stripping wallpaper and painting, yada yada. So I haven't had much time to write fics, *sigh* Please r/r. I hope you enjoy! I have another fic that I've been working on for weeks, literally, but I feel too shy to post it. Not sure what's going to happen there.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

MAKE ME A MATCH

"Chuck!" called an impatient Blair from the full-length mirror. "Get in here!"

"Yes, Princess Waldorf?" he shot back, striding into the bedroom of the mansion they were renting in the Hamptons. As he approached Blair, his love for all colors and patterns was painfully obvious. His pants were a fluorescent green-and-brown checkered monstrosity, and that was just the beginning. But he was Chuck Bass, and Chuck Bass could get away with anything.

Blair had one hand placed on her hip. In the other, she held a sparkly silver dress to herself and looked into the mirror appraisingly.

"No, that's too formal," she sighed, tossing the expensive gown onto the bed, where a large pile had already accumulated.

"What's wrong with the dress you have on?" asked Chuck, fingering the silky blue material. The simple, clean-cut dress cascaded over her curves like a waterfall.

"Nothing, really," she admitted cheerfully. "I just wanted your opinion. But, on second thought, it looks like you need more help than I do."

He glanced down at his eccentric ensemble and looked at her patronizingly.

"While some might have problems making this outfit work, I'm totally pulling it off."

"Oh, I'm sure you wish you were," she smiled sweetly. He chuckled. "But I suggest that you keep your clothes on until after dinner. I'm sure Nate and Serena would be less than thrilled to find their host naked."

"You mean hosts, Waldorf," he smirked. "You know you can't resist this."

"Resist what? The pants that practically glow in the dark? What did you do, Bass, mug a highlighter?"

"Oooh!" he pretended to wince. "Shot through the heart! I'm bleeding, here. I think you need to kiss it and make it better."

Blair brushed off his suggestive tone.

"Sorry, widdle Chuckles, but, like I said, Serena and Nate are almost here! We wouldn't want to scar them for life."

"Why? It's not like they haven't heard you screaming my name before."

"I do not scream!"

"Do too!" he said smugly.

Blair opened her mouth to make a witty retort, but was interrupted by the faint slam of a car door. She peered out of the window and saw Nate and Serena getting out of a limo that had pulled into the long, circular driveway.

"Whatever, Bass, they're here!"

"Thank you, O-Screamer-Of-My-Name. And I'm not changing my outfit!" he called as he headed into the bathroom. Blair shrugged and smiled, anticipating his reaction to the little prank she had pulled last night.

She did not have to wait long before Chuck bellowed "WALDORF!" at the top of his lungs and raced back into the room.

"Where's my hair gel?!"

Blair smiled at Chuck innocently.

"I might have poured it all down the sink while you were sleeping." He glared at her. "What? I was tired of the whole middle-aged look! You look so much better without all of that stuff in your hair."

"And you look so much better without all of those clothes on," smirked Chuck, forgetting his annoyance.

Blair rolled her eyes. She had totally set herself up for that one.

"Fine, Bass. You win. I'll greet our guests au naturel. I bet Nate will love that!" He bristled and she laughed, skipping down the sweeping flight of stairs to meet the two blondes waiting below.

"B!" squealed Serena as the two friends hugged fiercely. "I feel like I haven't heard from you in forever!"

"That's because she's been rather...busy," came a voice that was positively dripping with innuendo. They turned around to see Chuck smirking on the stairs.

Serena laughed and screamed at the same time, covering her ears. Blair blushed, and Nate laughed at all three of them.

Desperate to change the subject, Blair blurted, "So! I, uh, see you two showed up together..." She trailed off in hopes that one off them would offer some sort of story or explanation. Luckily, Serena caught on.

"Yeah, we're staying pretty close to each other, so Nate just gave me a ride in his limo." Chuck looked at Blair meaningfully and she blushed again. Having completely exhausted that topic, Serena twisted her hands. "So, um, what's up with you? Are you, uh, enjoying summer?"

Chuck moved closer to Blair and held her by the waist, smiling rather diabolically.

"No! No! Forget I asked!" shouted Serena. "Please! No!"

This time, Blair couldn't help but laugh as Serena shook her head like a puppy and did a crazy dance across the foyer.

"It's okay, S! Chuck promises to behave. Don't you, Chuck?" She pretended to glare at him.

"I don't know. I might need a little persuasion," he replied, leaning over and finding her mouth. Blair gave in and kissed him back.

"PDA!" cried Serena. "You two! You're hopeless!" She grabbed Nate's hand. "Save me from the mushy-gushy!"

Nate laughed as she used him as a human shield.

"Argh! I can still hear them!" she cried, distressed. She peeked out from behind Nate and saw that Chuck had dipped Blair in his arms like a princess. It was cute, but it was still mildly disturbing to watch her best friend and stepbrother making out like there was no tomorrow. Serena ducked back behind Nate.

"I'd tell them to get a room, but then we'd have to listen to them screaming!" she confided, smiling despite herself. Nate's eyes sparkled.

"So what should we do?"

She giggled like a little girl and threw her hands in the air.

"I was hoping you had an idea!"

He shrugged and they both laughed.

"What's this?" said Blair slowly, sounding pleased. They whirled around to see that the love-fest had ended. Chuck was over in a corner, busy straightening his bright red bow-tie. "Don't you two make the cutest couple?" Nate put his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor. Serena giggled.

"Oh, no," she protested. "Nate and I aren't, you know, involved or anything." Nate nodded quickly.

"Nonsense, sweetie," smiled Blair, her voice syrupy-sweet. "What do you think I am, blind?"

Serena shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"Don't worry, S!" assured Blair, taking the blonde's hands in her own. "We won't judge you! Remember? It's totally fine." She beamed. "You know what? This could be so much fun! We can go on double dates!" Serena smiled awkwardly at Blair's seemingly genuine excitement.

"B, I meant it. There's really nothing between me and Nate. Sorry, I guess."

Blair shrugged it off.

"Nothing but chemistry!" she laughed. "Nothing? Ha! Not yet, anyway!" Blair wiggled her eyebrows. Serena buried her face in her hands, giggling.

"So! Van der Woodsen, Nathaniel?" said Chuck appreciatively.

Nate shrugged and looked down at the floor again.

"I don't think so, man. There's—well, like she said, there's nothing going on." Chuck could've sworn that he saw a look of disappointment flash across Nate's face.

"Like I believe that!" Chuck exclaimed. His gaze met Blair's and they nodded, not needing to speak to understand each other. Serena and Nate protested now, but if Chuck and Blair had their way, they were getting together.

After all, there's no better way to spend the summer than playing matchmaker!

you know you love me
xoxo