Blair Waldorf sat in the window seat of her large bedroom overlooking Central Park. It was a brisk Saturday morning, only a two weeks before Christmas. Christmas, oh shit what the hell am I gonna do for Christmas! Blair grabbed her cell and looked at the lit screen, surprisingly there was a massage from Chuck, it was 9:45 on a Saturday morning, he still would've been sleeping usually. But low and behold there was a text message form him.

B, You wanna Christmas shop with me later?

~C~

Lately their relationship had grown too friend like for Blair's taste, she knew that they both still had very raw feelings for each other. But also knew there could never be a Bass-Waldorf relationship, that would ever work out nicely in the end. She wanted to get all of her frustration out. Dare she say or think it, she, Blair Waldorf, was single at Christmas time. The only guy on her mind was, the infamous, Chuck Bass. Every waking moment Chuck had been in her thoughts, she couldn't shake the sensations of him touching her in the most sensitive spots. Damn, if he knew what he was doing to me. Wait he'd enjoy this, he would savor every last drop of my misery. Blair finally decided that she would text Chuck back, and at least make an attempt to salvage part of this Saturday.

C, I'll join you in your little shopping adventure, as long as there is something in it for me.

B

Not even 30 seconds later and there was a reply back from Chuck on Blair's cell. The text read:

B, Of course there is something in it for you, why else would've I'd asked you to join me?

But, I'll pick you up at 1:30 I have a business thing I must attend.

~C~

Why the hell does he have to make me wait so long! It's only 10:00 right now! Well it's not like I need him to entertain me, I'm perfectly able to preoccupy myself!

Blair decided that while she was waiting for Chuck she would call Serena and try set up a lunch. Blair pressed speed dial on her phone to call Serena. 1.......2......3 rings and Serena finally picked up right before the call went to voice mail.

"Hello," said Serena very groggily.

"Rise and shine, S, you want to go for lunch?" asked Blair.

"Blair, it's only 10:00 and you want to go to lunch, haven't you ever heard for breakfast?"

"No, not now, later say around 11:30,"

"Fine, I'll meet for lunch, where do you want to go?"

"The St. Regis has a new restaurant, we'll go there,"

"Okay, for now I'm going back to bed,"

"Bye, S,"

"Bye, B,"

Blair took a taxi to the St. Regis and realized that Serena wasn't there yet, so she called her.

Serena's phone rang multiple times but, Blair, ended up getting the voice mail.

"This is Serena, I can't answer the phone, so leave a nice message I'll give you a ring later!" said Serena's happy voice mail message.

"S it's me, I'm at the Regis waiting for you, we had lunch plans, remember," said Blair with a hint of hurt in her voice, but this wouldn't be the first time her friend had stood her up to say the least. Blair shut her phone and walked towards the bar.

"I'll have a Dom Pérignon Mimosa," she told the bartender.

She looked across behind her to see if Serena had showed yet, but what caught her eye as she was scanning the front entrance of the St. Regis what unbelievable. It was Chuck Bass, with his Dad, Bart.

Why in the world are they here, and they are never together, what the hell is going on?

Blair continued to watch as Chuck and Bart as they were seated by the restaurant's hostess. While Blair was still watching the bartender gave her, her Mimosa and she stealthy took a small sip, not to draw any attention to herself. She soon got bored of watching Chuck talk to Bart, because a large table of corporate businessmen having lunch were seated and they now blocked her view. She finished the last of her mimosa and quickly checked the time her phone, it was close to noon. She'd been watching Chuck and Bart for over 15 minutes. Also, there still was no messages from Serena. Blair had had enough, and she wasn't going to wait around for Serena anymore, watching Chuck had only occupied her long enough to figure out that she wasn't coming. Blair started off for the main entrance, when Chuck was coming over to the bar and he practically bumped right into her.

"Sorry" they both muttered to one another, not registering who each other was, but after they had heard each other;s voices they instantly knew.

"Blair?! What are you doing here?" asked Chuck not so very nicely.

"Same to you, Bass!" said Blair with matching nastiness.

"I'm having lunch, and you are?"

"I was supposed to be having lunch, too. Until Serena stood me up, okay, is that a good enough explanation," spat Blair, she didn't know why she was so angry at Chuck, he hadn't even done anything yet.

"Oh, I see," said Chuck not really wanting to upset her anymore.

"Well, at least, are our plans still valid, or are you going to cancel, too?" asked Blair.

"Actually, I was just leaving, my limo was pulled up to the front, how about you meet me in the limo, while I close up a few loose ends, it will only take me just a minute," told Chuck with that funny little smirk he has, because he remembered the last time Blair had been in his limo.

"Fine, Chuck, nothing stupid, and remember this is about Christmas shopping," said Blair sensing what he was thinking about, because at the same time she was also, thinking about that time in the limo, too.

Blair walked out of the front of the St. Regis and saw Chuck's limo waiting. She walked up to it and the driver was already out waiting for her to enter. Blair assumed that Chuck had already told his driver a young woman would be getting in to the limo first and then waiting for him to join her. Blair had been looking through her red leather Hermes agenda. When Chuck slid into the limo.

"Why don't you look busy, I'm glad you took time out of your busy schedule to fit me in," joked Chuck.

"I bet you are, Bass, even though I wasted by morning waiting for a certain blond that tends to never show," huffed Blair.

"There, there, Blair, you have me,"

"Cut the sarcastic shit, I'm really not in the mood,"

"What are you in the mood for Blair?" asked Chuck huskily, and his eyes darkening with every word.

"Chuck, I don't---," said Blair whisperingly, but she was suddenly interrupted by Chuck's lips fiercely meeting hers.