A/N: Wow, I can't believe I've actually gotten to my first BoB preview – turned multi-chaptered fic. XD I figured I'd do the requests first, so the requesters aren't hanging on forever. Lol. This is Idea #5, requested by: melanieacbaer. I hope this is everything you hoped for. =)

*Most of this first chapter is just going to be the preview I posted. I hope you'll still enjoy and review. Thanks again! =D

Ch.1—Real

Outside, New York City was bustling. Cars zooming, crowded streets, expensive stores and the grandest parties. It was still mid morning and the trains had only begun their journeys of the day. One of them however…carried a most important individual.

Although Blair Waldorf's own life had become not one of the most exciting places as of the last six months, she could always count on her perverted friend, Chuck, to smooth things over for her. Her boyfriend, Nate, had been distant. Well, acting weird was more like it, but she liked to pretend it was because they hadn't had sex yet…not that her breathtaking, blonde best friend had taken off for boarding school six months earlier. She always had to fight for the attention around Serena, and now that she was gone…well, nothing had gotten better. Everything had gotten worse.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, finding an issue with all of her features. From her awkwardly angled face to her not-flat-enough stomach, there was obviously good reason for her boy friend's mental and emotional infidelity.

But the important thing was that he hadn't cheated on her. Not in official physical form at least. He was too good for that. He was an Archibald.

So, she wouldn't do it. Not this time. Not again. But she stared at herself, playing with the ends of her long brunette strands…and sighed. She heard someone scoffing at her door, but she didn't turn to look to see who it was. She knew.

"You look fine," Chuck said, probably annoyed that he had caught her deprecating her appearance again.

She didn't respond, but only laid one hand down to pick up another lock of hair and scrutinize the probable split ends on the other side of her face. She could feel him moving, and allowed him to take her hand from amongst her curls and lay it down on her vanity. She felt him lay his hands lightly on either side of her waist, but she didn't flinch. If he lowered his hands anymore, she would stomp on his foot efficiently with her six inch heels.

But not for this.

This felt comfortable.

She looked into the mirror and saw him laying his chin on her left shoulder, turning his head ever so slightly so as to smell her hair.

"Chuck…" she pulled away a little, but his grasp on her waist was not thwarted.

"Shh," he whispered, bringing her back to him. "I'm just trying to make you feel beautiful."

He said it so quietly, and she was sure he was never so gentle or sincere with all of his conquests. She allowed herself to believe it, if only for a moment. The thought that Nate might say something to the same extent gave her hope.

"I'm fine," she said defiantly, though a little weak in tone. She pushed away from him successfully this time, and crossed the room to sit on her bed. "I don't need you saving me."

He sighed, looking on at her knowingly, and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Then, why am I always finding you by yourself in the middle of your glorious parties?" he quirked an eyebrow, and pretended to ignore the vision of how fragile she had become.

Blair rolled her eyes. "It's not my party, it's my mother's," she snapped, looking back at him. "And I'd appreciate it if you weren't up here, always checking on me." She stood and walked over to him, ready to argue.

He smirked.

"Nate would be suspicious," she said, hoping to thwart his amusement in the least.

Chuck opened his mouth to say something, but shut it in an instant. He figured now was probably not the best time to bring up Serena. "Nate trusts me," he said, after a moment's pause.

She scoffed. "Maybe that's the problem," she muttered, walking back towards the mirror. She picked up her brush, but before it could reach her hair, Chuck had taken it from her and she had hardly given a fight.

"I'm just worried about you, Blair," he whispered into her ear, and her eyes closed suddenly at the intimate touch.

"I know," her voice broke.

There was a long pause, and they just stayed there steadily breathing in that embrace. Blair could even feel herself leaning back into him as he held her gently. She did not even force him away when his arms encircled her waist completely.

No one would believe her if she told them that Chuck Bass was so concerned over a girl he was not sleeping with. And she wasn't planning on telling them. Or even acknowledging it outside of moments like these.

"Is there another reason?" she asked quietly.

"Hmm?" he asked, lost in her hair.

"Another reason you're up here?" she asked, turning her head slightly so as to force his nose out of her luscious curls.

"Ah," he nodded, "Your mind wanders, does it?"

She fought the urge to roll her eyes again and turned to face him. She crossed her arms against her chest. "Well?"

He exhaled, exasperated. "I was bored," he shrugged.

Her nose scrunched up, and she pushed him away. "Ugh, you disgust me."

He smiled at this, and began to head towards the door.

"Did it ever occur to you, Waldorf, that there was a part of my mind that wasn't perverted?" he raised his eyebrows, starting to doubt his own words. Blair scoffed but stood still, in front of her mirror. Much to his relief, she was no longer scrutinizing herself. Her mind had shifted its target to the cocky boy in the doorway. Mission accomplished.

"I'll see you downstairs?" he asked her, teasingly.

She looked at him incredulously, as if he'd just suggested sex in front of her mother's guests. He caught on instantly, his smirk irremovable from his face. "Like I'd do something so appalling in front of my guests!" she nearly screeched, mockingly of course.

"Shh," he whispered calmly, placing a single finger in front of his lips. "Not so loud."

She huffed at him, trying to restrain her laughter, and searched her vanity quickly for something to throw, but once she had found a decent enough object, he had gone. She stepped back, a bit disappointed that he had gotten away so easily. She walked into the hallway, and found him leaning against the wall, halfway to the stairs. Her eyes narrowed, especially when he turned to her, scotch in hand (where he had gotten it, she'd never know), and apparent permanent smirk on his devilish face. She stalked towards him, and he turned and straightened himself towards her.

"Find something?" he asked, well aware that she had been trying to chuck something at him.

First her jaw dropped, resulting in a solid oval shape. Then, it slowly got smaller and her amused expression turned into one of skepticism. "No," she replied, studying his every move.

He was about to make his next move when he heard the calls from downstairs.

"Blair!" they heard Kati and Is both call. "Are you coming back soon? I thought you already had a headband on!"

It broke their concentration and their focus as they turned to look to where the sound had come from, before slowly rejoining back to the familiar gaze.

"Is that what you told them?" he asked, amused. She was about to respond when he interrupted her apparent lapse in thought. "I'd better go keep them occupied," Chuck said, winking at her, before finally heading down the stairs.

She shook her head at him, but knew by his pause on the steps that he intended for her to follow.

"I'll be down soon," she said, absentmindedly, and she could almost feel the heat from his stupid smirk consume her, even from that distance. He nodded subtly, and continued his descent down the elegant stairwell.

A small smile spread across her face, and she turned back towards her bedroom, but it would not be for long.

A/N: Okay, so I guess I only did what the preview was, but I did fix some grammatical errors and added more to some of the dialogue and narration. Heheh. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapters will be much longer, I promise. ;p