Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

Thank you everyone for the wonderful storyline ideas that were provided. I decided to go with this story as it has been a consistent request through my many stories (and that I already had the idea churning in my head was an added bonus). For those that suggested other storylines, fear not, I may get to them eventually.

Additional note, I have updated my story sequence in my profile. For those of you that haven't read my other stories, there are many references to my other works in this Blair - Chuck saga I have written, so please check them out. Some of those storylines that were requested have already been tackled in other stories.

Having said all of that, please enjoy this latest chapter in Blair and Chuck's life, and let me know what you think.

Blair was hard at work at her drawing board as she worked out the kinks of her newest line that was due to be shown in Milan in a few months time. Suddenly her office door was opened without warning and in popped her fifteen-year-old daughter.

"Hi, Mom," Charlotte stated cheerfully as she darted around Blair's desk to hug her in greeting.

"Charlee, what a surprise," Blair smiled as she hugged her warmly. "Did you bring your brothers with you?"

"Arthur dropped them off at the penthouse before he drove me here. Brice has a school report due tomorrow that he hasn't even started, and Aiden has other homework he wanted to get a head start on before he helped Chef with dinner," Charlotte explained as she plopped herself down in one of the two leather chairs in her mother's office as her mother walked around her desk and took the other.

"How was your day at school?" Blair inquired as her daughter smoothed out the pleats of her school uniform skirt. Though they had reservations, Chuck and Blair decided to enroll her in Constance and would enroll Brice and Aiden when their turns came into Saint Judes, as it was the best school money could buy.

"I received my grade from that presentation I did last week on Bass Industries financial prospects," she smiled, "My perfect GPA is still very much in tact."

Blair smiled. Her daughter was such the bookworm like she had been.

"Is there a particular reason you came to see me today?" Blair inquired curiously.

"Does a daughter need a reason to stop by to see her mother?" Charlotte responded, mock hurt in her voice.

"She doesn't need a reason, but she usually has one," Blair eyed her skeptically.

"There's this school dance next week," Charlotte began. "And . . ."

"There's this boy that has asked you to go with him. You really want to go, but you're afraid of what your father will do or say when you tell him," Blair finished her daughter's sentence as a groan followed her reply.

Chuck had held firm that Charlotte was still too young to date.

"You know how overprotective Daddy is," Charlotte sighed, "If a boy looks at me for two seconds too long, he's on his phone to his PI looking for incriminating photos."

"He's just doing it because he loves you," Blair defended her husband, "At least your father cares. There aren't many who do."

"Grampy loves you," Charlotte responded.

"You and I are two of the lucky few," Blair added. "Who's the boy?"

"He's a really sweet boy, kind of quiet and shy, but really cute and smart," Charlotte began, her eyes beaming as she spoke. Blair recognized that look. She'd had that look once upon a time. Her daughter was clearly smitten.

"What's his name, Charlee?" Blair pressed.

"He has these dreamy green eyes and jet black hair cut really short," Charlotte continued.

"What is his name?" Blair repeated.

"He has this cute little crooked smile, kind of like its broken, but in the cutest way," Charlotte added.

"His name, Charlotte," Blair demanded as she covered her daughter's hands with hers to get her attention.

"Evan Sparks," she spoke softly as she bit her lip in nervousness.

"Sparks!" Blair squeaked out. "As in Georgina Sparks!"

"I know what you're going to say, but he's nothing like his mother. He wasn't even raised by her. He sees her maybe once a year," Charlotte defended her choice of dates.

"Charlotte Evelyn Waldorf-Bass, could you have chosen someone a little less complicated for your first date!" Blair exclaimed. "Your father is never going to let you date this boy."

"That's why I came to you first," Charlotte responded, "Mom, I really like him. There is this energy that passes between us when he takes my hand in the hallway at school."

"For heaven's sake, Charlotte, don't tell that to your father," Blair groaned.

Blair and Chuck had been very honest with their children regarding their complicated relationship, almost too honest. They didn't want their children to repeat their mistakes, but it was getting to the point where whenever they brought up the phrase 'When your father and I were growing up' there was a simultaneous groan and roll of the eyes from all three of their children.

"Mom, he has to let me date sometime," Charlotte rationalized.

"And you know he's hoping to wait until you're thirty," Blair chuckled as her husband's words from many conversations repeated in her head.

"I'm not a little girl anymore," Charlotte stuck out her lip to pout as she tossed several strands of her long, brunette hair behind her shoulder. "If we were in a third world country, I'd be married and have three children already."

"But you live in the Upper East Side," Blair responded, "And have an insanely overprotective father."

"All of my friends have dates," Charlotte stomped her heel before she crossed the room to take in her mother's view of New York from her loft. "I'm going to be the only one going to the dance without a date. Do you know how pathetic that looks? Do you know what it's like to be the only one of my friends who a) has never been on a date, b) has never been kissed, and c) has never been to second base."

"Don't be in such a hurry to run around the bases, Sweetheart," Blair cautioned her, "Just because your friends are doing it, does not mean that it's right for you."

"But I want to date, specifically I want to date Evan. He's a good guy, Mom, I promise," Charlotte stated.

"Let me talk to your father," Blair offered. "I'm not making any promises, but I will broach the subject with him."

"Thank you, Mommy!" Charlotte exclaimed as she turned around suddenly and leapt into Blair's arms to hug her tight.

"Remember that I'm not making any promises," Blair responded as she smoothed down a rogue curl of her daughter's hair. "Even my considerable powers of persuasion may not be able to convince him to allow you to have your first date."

"I know you'll convince him," she responded confidently, "You can talk Daddy into anything."

Blair wasn't nearly as confident as her daughter. She and her husband of over seventeen years had discussed Charlotte's social calendar activities numerous times over the past year. He'd been adamant that Charlotte was not ready to date even though Blair had taken the opposing view. It was one of the few arguments they'd had over the years that they hadn't been able to resolve.

"Are you going to be coming home soon?" Charlotte inquired as she pulled away, her face beaming with happiness, "Or is it going to be another typical late night?"

"Actually, I think I'm going to come home with you," Blair surprised her daughter by reaching for her handbag and coat.

Charlotte squealed with delight as her and her mother linked arms and left the office.

Chuck stepped off the elevator expecting to be greeted by Brice's faithful companion, Barty , but nobody else as had become the routine. To his great surprise, Blair was stand at the elevator waiting for him as she'd done so many times before much earlier in their marriage.

"My beautiful wife waiting anxiously for me," Chuck grinned as he pulled her into his arms, "To what do I owe the honor? None of the children are in trouble are they?"

"No one is in trouble. No one is sick, and no one is injured," she assured him as she was engulfed into his strong arms. She sighed like a little schoolgirl as she felt the familiar pull her husband had on her.

"What are you doing home so early?" he inquired as his hands ran down her back seductively as he dropped his briefcase to the floor.

"Why is everyone surprised that I'm home early?" she inquired. She'd had virtually the same conversation with her sons when she and Charlotte stepped off the elevator when she first arrived home.

"Because you work longer hours than I do," he replied as he began lightly biting at her neck.

"Are you calling me a workaholic?" she frowned.

"Yes," he laughed.

She slapped his shoulder lightly in scolding. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

"Such a tired cliché," he rolled his eyes as his fingers slid beneath her blouse as the tips traced along her spine. He felt her shiver at his touch though her skin was on fire. As she melted further into his embrace, he knew her shiver had nothing to do with any chill in the air. The knowledge that he'd caused the shiver boosted his ego in ways he didn't need.

"Dinner is almost ready," she warned him, "And the children are milling around."

"So no pre-dinner appetizer," he groaned in disappointment.

"But I promised an extra special dessert," she smirked.

"Are they at it again?" Brice groaned in disgust as he found his parents in an all too familiar embrace as he made his way to the dining room, having been told by his younger brother, Aiden, that dinner was nearly ready.

"I think it's sweet," Charlotte replied as she stopped to kiss her father's cheek in greeting before she followed Brice along into the dining room, "At least our parents can tolerate being in the same room together without lawyers being present."

"Have I ever mentioned that you're my favorite daughter, Charlotte?" Chuck laughed as he reluctantly released his wife and followed his children into the dining room.

"That's not nearly as complimentary as it was when she was seven," Brice quipped as he took his usual seat.

"When Brice pointed out that I was your only daughter," Charlotte chimed in.

"You've always been entirely too bright for your own good," Chuck scowled playfully at his son as he took his usual seat at the head of the table, with his bride at his side. He surveyed the table.

"We're missing one."

"Only one for a change," Brice added dryly. It was rare for the entire family to eat together. Chuck was usually home for dinner, but Blair was almost always the missing piece of the puzzle as she usually stayed well into the evening, though she was always home in time to tuck the children in to bed.

"Aiden is . . ." Chuck began to ask.

"In the kitchen," his children responded in unison.

"Helping the chef," Chuck added. There was nothing unusual in that statement.

Aiden was born to be a culinary master. Since he was old enough to reach the stove, he'd been helping first a patient Dorota and then their decidedly less patient personal chef in the kitchen. He wasn't book smart like his other siblings, but he knew his way around the kitchen. He talents would take him far. On the nights their chef needed the evening off, Aiden was always eager to step in, and despite his young age, there wasn't a beat missed.

Chuck reached out for his wife's hand as they waited for dinner to be served, bringing it to his lips for s soft kiss.

"Charlee, where's the cold water?" Brice inquired, "I believe our parents need to be cooled off."

Charlotte sent him daggers with her eyes. There was an unspoken threat exchanged between the pair as Aiden came in, tripping over Barty, Brice's dog, as he bounced into the room.

Fortunately, there was no food in his hands, and he caught himself before he crashed into the table, much to his parent's relief.

"Sorry, Barty," Aiden told the dog as he bent down to rub his head affectionately. Barty trotted to his place in between the brothers as Aiden took his seat, waiting for the scraps of food the brothers were sure to toss in his direction.

"Did you forget the food?" Brice inquired as he looked to his brother in annoyance.

"Chef is putting that final touches on it," Aiden replied, "It will be ready in a few moments."

"And you're not helping him serve," Brice pressed, "Is there a special occasion I'm not aware of?"

"You've been such a grump all afternoon," Charlotte told him as she took a sip of her water, "If you were a girl, I'd accuse you of PMSing."

"Lady trouble, Big Brother?" Aiden added to Charlotte's insult.

Chuck groaned at the reference. Brice was getting close to the age in which he was when he first lost his virginity, and he was determined that his son not follow in his footsteps. He was already very popular with the prepubescent girls at his prep school. He had dozens of girls following him around, calling him at all hours of the day and night. It had become rule that all phones were to be silenced after ten o'clock each evening, so that everyone could retire to their rooms for some peace and quiet.

"None of your business," Brice hissed.

Blair looked to her husband with raised eyebrow. He nodded at her unspoken question. He'd be having a talk with his son after dinner. Brice sulked in his chair as he knew it too.

TBC . . .