The credit for this idea goes to ForAReason, who did this kind of fic for the Bones section. THIS WILL BE BLAIR/CHUCK, just so you know. A series of kisses throughout the episodes.

Butterfly Kisses

1x01: Pilot

"But it was just kissing, right?"

Blair never realized how much could be said with silence. When Nate didn't look at her or come to his own defense, the silence was deafening. Tears filled her eyes and she struggled to keep from crying in great, heaving sobs—the kind her mother hated so much.

Nate had always been her Prince Charming—the boyfriend, whom she loved. And who loved her.

Or so she thought.

"Get out." Her voice was shaky but icy as she glared at the boy sitting in front of her.

He stared at her in confusion. "Blair, I lo—"

"Get out!" She screamed, pushing him out, blindly pushing him past candles and rose petals—all the preparations she had made to make their first time special.

Nate stumbled through the door, and she slammed it behind him, collapsing against it, realizing belatedly that she was still in her underwear. Angry—at herself, at him, at Serena—she pulled on a red skirt and a black shirt—both Eleanor Originals—and a black jacket, escaping from the room.

She darted to the bathroom, shaking, and stuck her finger down her throat. She emptied the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl, before collapsing onto her side.

She felt weak—to weak to get up, by far—and didn't want to be alone. Who would come? Nate and Serena were out of the question. Kati and Isabel would whisper and not understand. She scrolled through her contact list unthinkingly until she landed on Chuck. She closed her eyes tightly, pressing the "Call" button.

Chuck Bass was an asshole. He admitted it himself. But he got out of control sometimes, and that was dangerous.

He would never tell Blair about Serena and Nate—the girl was so evil she'd probably take him out in the crossfire—but Serena didn't know that.

He was swearing to himself after Serena had run out of the kitchen when his phone rang. Think of the devil, and she will appear.

"Well, well, Waldorf. Need a booty call?"

There was a long silence. "Chuck…you're an asshole. But you're the only person who I can trust to help me. Can you come over?"

Her voice, tinny over the phone but obviously distraught and wavering, made him suspicious. "I'll be there in ten."

He called a driver and was on his way in seconds. Sometimes being the boss's son did have its perks.

When Chuck left the relative safety of the elevator, he was accosted by someone he knew probably better than his own father.

"Mr. Bass, I am so glad you are here." Dorota said in her heavy accent. "Miss Blair is upstairs…I cannot get her to move."

Chuck frowned at Dorota, whom Blair looked to as a mother figure. Dorota knew Blair and her friend's better than most of their parents. His frown deepened and he ascended the stairs.

He looked into her room and didn't see her among the scattered flower petals and candles. He heard soft crying coming from the direction of the bathroom, and was shocked when he opened the door to see Blair lying on the floor, crying.

"Oh my God, Blair." He said, shocked and appalled. He saw the signs—the throw-up in the bowl, the towels on the floor—and put two and two together. Contrary to popular belief, Chuck Bass was not stupid. He sighed, regarding Blair, who stared blankly back.

He started water running in the bath, and lifted Blair up. He stripped off her clothes until she was in her underwear, and put her into the warm water. He began to clean up the throw-up as Blair began to reach her senses.

"How could they do it, Chuck?" The soft voice, so much like that of the five-year-old she had been when they first met, made him want to find whoever was responsible for her sadness and punch them out.

"Who do what?" He asked, already suspecting.

"Nate and Serena. How could they do…that." Her voice was layered with disgust and contempt for her boyfriend and best friend.

"Nate's a fucking idiot." He said, still not facing her. "And Serena is…Serena. We always knew she had a thing for Nathanial."

She laughed bitterly. "I suppose it's my fault. I always wanted to wait. Serena didn't."

Chuck turned to face her, voice hard. "It's not your fault, Waldorf."

"Everything is always my fault." She said, wallowing in self-pity. "It's my fault my dad left my mother for another man. It's my fault that Serena slept with Nate—"

Chuck grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "None of that is your fault." He laughed hollowly. "Where's the Blair Waldorf I know? The one who never let anyone or anything get to her?"

"She's on vacation." Blair grumbled, moving out of the bath, realizing how she was dressed. "Where are my clothes?"

Chuck silently pointed.

She grabbed the clothes and retreated to her room. "Why did you come?"

"You asked me to…" He trailed off, confused.

She rolled her eyes. "But you didn't have to come. I'm sure you had some flavor-of-the-week girl that you left behind." Chuck's mind flashed to Serena guiltily. Blair continued. "Why come and help your best friend's bulimic girlfriend?"

"You think I'd just ignore you?" He asked, offended. "Nice perception of me you have there, Blair."

"I'm sorry." She sounded sincere. "I just figured, since everyone else left—"

"Hey." He made her look at him. "I will never leave you. Who else is as witty as you and will put up with my asshole-ness?"

"You are an asshole." She confirmed, fighting a smile.

"Only you would focus on that part of what I said." Chuck Bass smirked his trademark smirk. "Well, I guess my work here is done." He turned to leave, but was stopped when a small hand clamped onto his arm. The owner of said hand turned him around and pushed him up against the wall with surprising strength and kissed him until both couldn't breath, at which point they broke apart.

"I thought you weren't going to leave." Complained Blair, eyes sparkling.

"Who said I was planning to?" Chuck responded, and in true Chuck fashion, began to draw her towards the bedroom.

There ends the Pilot episode. Next...the Wild Brunch.