Disclaimer: 'Gossip Girl' belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz, and the CW. No copyright infringement intended.
Timeline: all aired episodes fair game; post 2x08
Rating: M
Summary: CBD threesome. Blair dares Chuck to kiss Dan.
Author's Note: This is dedicated to all the girls over in Ed's forum at FanForum, especially the CDers. Also, super thanks to Carmen for suggesting the dare. ;)

"So, S, you haven't made any plans for Friday, have you?"

"Um, what?"

Blair gave an annoyed sigh as she stared at her best friend. "Not again."

"Oh, the sleepover," Serena flashed a bright smile.

"Soiree," Blair corrected.

The two best friends were sitting on the steps of the MET. It was late October and beautiful in Manhattan. Coats had to be pulled out already, but the born-and-breed NYC kids were well prepared for the fall season.

As Serena continued to smile at Blair's irritated look, the rest of the Constance royalty walked up the steps and took seats around the two Queens (because it is possible, especially when one doesn't really care for the title); but none were on the same step or higher. That was not allowed and no one wanted to get on Blair Waldorf's bad side. Especially not with the upcoming festivities in two days, as today was Wednesday.

It was lunch time at the elite private schools. The girls had gone off to grab some lunch for themselves and Blair and Serena, since the two queens wanted alone time. They understood of course.

"So, Blair, what's the to-do list for this weekend?" Isabel asked dismissively, using her chopsticks to eat a piece of sushi (today was sushi-for-lunch day).

The rest of the girls stayed silent, letting Blair talk, hopefully revealing her list of invited ladies to the annual Waldorf Soiree. No one but Blair herself (and Dorota, of course) knew who was invited. With the events of the second half of junior year and the abrupt switch to Serena earlier, no one had a free pass on the invite, except probably Serena. At least they thought.

Blair looked at Serena with an expression of offhandedness. "Do we have any plans this weekend, S?"

"Nope. Just sitting at home, playing silly middle school games and gossiping. The usual, right, B?" Serena played along, keeping the grin off her face, but watching the girls' reactions. She always did enjoy it when Blair teased the minions, or Headbandits as she heard on some Gossip Girl forum.

Blair nodded and began eating her sushi with a small smile, waiting. Oh no, she would not be the one to bring up the annual soiree. Isabel, Penelope, Hazel or Nelly would be the first to initiate that topic. And the younger girls were too scared and nervous to even dare mention it.

So, despite the amount of time these girls spent talking and gossiping, today's lunch was very quiet and peaceful, at least for Blair and Serena. The leaves were changing colors, the automobiles crawled along the street, and everyone and their grandmother entered and left the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And Blair Waldorf was Queen Bee and no one was ever going to defy her again. She smiled as she took a sip of her water. It was a good day.

"So, Blair," Penelope started and then paused, waiting for the Queen Bee to look her way.

"Yes?"

Hazel and Isabel nodded for Penelope to continue.

"We were just wondering," she smiled, "if you knew who you're going to invite to the famous Waldorf Soiree?"

"Oh, that!" Blair exclaimed. "I totally forgot."

Serena cleared her throat to stop the giggles threatening to burst.

No one spoke for a minute, waiting to see if Blair would say something now that the question was out there.

"So, have you thought of the lucky bitches who've got the invite?" Hazel finally spoke up.

Blair grinned, and a chill ran down everyone's backs.

"As a matter of fact, I have."

Silence lingered the small group of Constance Billard girls.

Serena sighed. "Come on, B, you're killing them."

Blair Waldorf did not giggle; she just continued to grin and ate another piece of sushi. She then sat up completely straight like she was on a thrown, ready to make an official announcement to her (most-of-the-time) loyal subjects.

"I'm changing things up this year; it'll be bigger than ever since it's senior year.

Some of the younger, newer girls began to smile. This was the event of the Fall; the most coveted, limited soiree of the year.

Blair stood up and started heading down the MET steps. "And invitations have already been sent." She turned to Serena. "Come, I can't be late."

And the two girls left their groupies with their mouths hanging open.

"Oh, B, you are such a tease," Serena stated as she opened her locker. She spotted an envelop with 'S van der Woodsen' handwritten on it. She grabbed it and took out the invitation.

"Oh, look what I got!" she exclaimed extra loudly for all the girls in the hallway to hear.

All in total, eight girls received an invite. Serena, Isabel, Penelope, Hazel, Nelly, Kelsey, Melissa and Jenny. (No, the last was not a mistake.)

"Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"What is it?" Vanessa asked and Rufus came over to his hyperventilating daughter.

The trio was in Rufus's gallery's café. Jenny was doing her home-schooling work when she received the invitation via text message.

"An invitation to the annual Waldorf Soiree," Jenny squealed.

"To the what?" Vanessa gave a blank expression.

"Like last year?" Rufus frowned. He remembered Jenny going to the sleepover and Lily going to him worried about her son, who had broken out of the Ostroff Center.

Jenny's excitement paused as she turned to her father. "Yeah, but it'll be different, I promise."

"I though you didn't like Blair and those girls?" Rufus questioned skeptically.

"That's not entirely true. Blair and I are … well, we came to an understanding at the fashion show."

"What is it with you Humphreys and the Blair Waldorf like?"

Jenny frowned, annoyed. "What's she do to you?"

Vanessa blinked and then walked away, avoiding the question.

The final bell rang and Blair was at her locker, packing up for the day, when she was suddenly bombarded by her girls.

"Hey, Blair!" Isabel squealed.

Blair shut her locker and turned toward them.

"Can we talk about the soiree?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"You said you were changing things this year, and we were thinking of a fun change."

Blair started walking down the hall, girls in tow.

"I'm listening."

The girls looked to Serena, knowing only she could convince the Queen.

"Well, B, we were all thinking a girls only sleepover – "

"Soiree."

"Soiree, would be a bit … dull."

"Excuse me? I thought last year we had fun," she turned and directed the statement to Isabel.

"Well, yeah, B, but it's because we had Jenny for entertainment. And, actually, Eric was around for a little bit, so –"

"I actually invited Little J."

A chorus of "What?!?!?!?!" rang through the school courtyard.

"Since when did we like Jenny Humphrey?" Penelope scoffed.

"We don't. Especially with the mess with my mom. But she thinks we're cool from the fashion show. Therefore, there is our fun," she smirked.

"Blair!" Serena exclaimed. "Can't we just trade in Jenny for guys?"

"Too late. She already received the invite." She sighed. "But fine, since this isn't the reaction I expected, I will allow a few guys."

"Chuck's a definite," Isabel immediately stated.

Blair shifted but remained silent.

"Nate, too," Penelope cooed.

Blair rolled her eyes.

"Fine, that's it. Chuck, Nate and Eric."

"Wait, what? No, you are not allowed to invite my little brother to this!"

"Why not? He was around last year. Besides, all or none. Take it or leave it, S."

The girls looked at Serena.

"Ugh! Fine, but please just – "

"Hush, S. He's a smart kid. No worries."

After talking to Chuck and Eric (thankfully, they were together), Blair called Nate.

"Hello?"

"Archibald, do you have plans Friday evening?"

"Um…"

"Because it's the Waldorf Soiree and I'm inviting you."

"Isn't that a girl thing?"

"Senior year, things chance. What do you say?"

"You invited Jenny," he accused.

"Yeah, so," she replied flippantly.

"Why?"

"My mother." No one but a handful knew Jenny quit. The double meaning was lost on Nate.

"Okay, but on one, er, two conditions."

Blair sighed, "What?"

"Dan and Vanessa are invited."

Blair was about to argue but decided not to. She didn't really care. The more outcasts, the more fun. "Fine. My place. Friday. 8 p.m."

Friday came quickly, though not without plenty of confused looks from Dan Humphrey.

After the events of last weekend, he was sure Blair would never talk to him again (though he wouldn't complain).

Then there was Vanessa. He didn't know the whole story, but he did know that Blair hated Vanessa than she hated him.

But his sister was super excited, and Nate kind of owed Blair so the blond couldn't say no and he needed Dan around. Vanessa agreed, but only because she was worried about Jenny. And Dan knew last year was a mess, so Vanessa had a point.

Dan Humphrey had no choice but to attend the sleepover, er, "Soiree."

Serena had gone home after school to change. Half an hour later, she was walking out of the elevator into the Waldorf penthouse.

The place was busy with people doing this and that, but no sign of her best friend.

She stopped a florist and asked her. The woman pointed upstairs and rushed off.

Serena climbed the stairs and made her way into Blair's bedroom. Dorota was already there.

"B, I thought you gave Dorota the night off," she teased.

"I did. But it's only four. Besides, she wanted to help."

Blair sighed, huffed away from her closet, and flopped onto her bed.

"What's wrong?" Serena asked.

"I have nothing to wear!"

Serena laughed. "All this just for the … soiree?"

"It was so much easier when it was just us girls."

"Right," Serena sat down on the bed and leaned back. "And this has nothing to do with a certain dark haired step–"

"Ugh!" Blair sat up and glared. "Shut up. Is this why you wanted to have guys over? To force me and Chuck to talk or something?"

Before Serena could reply, Blair continued. "Because we already have. And we've come to an understanding."

"Understanding? What the fuck does that mean?" Serena sat up, too, giving her friend a confused look.

"Enough!" she commanded. "We have a soiree to set up."

"Miss Blair, how about this?"

Eight o'clock finally arrived. Only Blair and Serena were in the penthouse. (Blair tried to kick Dorota out around 7 and the maid finally left at 7:30.)

The first to arrive were Isabel, Penelope, Hazel and Nelly. Next were Kelsey and Melissa. Apparently it was a group arrival event. Then Chuck and Eric came.

Chuck Bass spotted the hostess immediately. Thankfully, from years of practice, he was able to keep his jaw from dropping because the deep red dress that curved with Blair's body showed just the right amount of cleavage and leg to make a guy wanting more. And he wasn't allowed to have more because they were going to "wait." He was so stupid.

At 8:15, the final group entered. The others looked at Blair, confused.

Serena whispered, "You invited Dan?!"

"Only way to get Nate," she shrugged. "I thought you two were cool," she rolled her eyes.

On her way to greet the new comers, she passed Chuck. He glared and asked her 'what the fuck' with his eyes. Blair just smiled innocently and walked away.

You wanna play games, Bass? We'll play, she thought with a smirk, but wiped it off before greeting Jenny and Nate, and ignoring Dan and Vanessa.

It was 10:30.

After eating and chatting, Blair had begun a game of Truth or Dare. An hour and half passed with little fun. It was very hard to surpass last year, despite having guys around.

So, Blair decided now was the perfect time to ump it up.

"Truth or Dare, Bass?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to full-on kiss Dan."

tbc