Summary: Past, present and future Chuck/Blair one-shots. Drama, Angst, Romance, Passion. Everything CB.

A/N: Set straight after the season 2 finale (and the ILY's). Anyone else feel really nostalgic when thinking of the 2x25 finale, things were so good back then –sigh-. Anyways, this is a fluffy-ish one with some jealous Chuck, which I find is always welcome :)

Tell me what you think!

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ONE

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She wasn't sure what she should call him.

She always knew with other people. Nate was her boyfriend, he was always her boyfriend, they were never anything but when they were going out because they were pure and simple. She knew what to call him the moment he'd given her the ruby ring and asked her to go out with him when they were merely 12 years old. He'd always been her boyfriend.

Chuck. Well Chuck had always been something she could never describe. He'd never been her boyfriend, he'd always just... been. Even after the limo, even after Bart and Lily's wedding, even after her I love you, and now even after his... they were still unable to name what they were to each other.

But she needed it. She needed a claim on him because god damn it she was scared. She was scared because at the particular moment she was going through all the phases she had been one year prior, right after the wedding when her and Chuck were going to take it slow and she was wondering what the hell they were. It hadn't taken long for him to want to run away from their relationship leave her in Tuscany and sleep with the first blonde mildly attractive woman he saw.

It wasn't as if she could discuss it with him though. That would be awkward and scary, and it would hurt like hell if he told her that he didn't want to be her boyfriend, even if the idea of ludicrous because he'd said I love you too and then hurled her into his limo so they could spent the next hour consummating those three words and eight letters that they had worked so hard to achieve and finally got to.

So she brought it up with Serena in stead.

"But he said I love you finally." The blonde had said over the phone, making a face as if the whole situation was ridiculous and popping another red berry in her mouth, whilst chewing thoughtfully, "How can you guys not be dating?"

"I don't know!" Blair cried, pouting annoyed and then sighing loudly, "It's just hard to know where you stand when the guy you're trying to start a relationship with is Chuck Bass, world renowned womanizer. What if he doesn't want us to be a couple?"

"Why would he have said I love you if he doesn't want you guys to be a couple," Serena laughed, "You're being silly B. Just talk to him, I'm sure he's already calling you his girlfriend in his head."

Blair scoffed, "Yeah, that will be the day. Chuck Bass, monogamous."

"He'll do it for you B because he loves you. You love each other, don't screw it up before it's even started through insecurities. The guy got through his biggest insecurity and let you in, do the same for him, talk to him about it, trust me."

She had decided she would. She'd just sit him down and they'd have the conversation. She wasn't really sure how she was going to start the conversation, or even how it was meant to go – she'd never done it before and she was 100 percent certain that he'd never even come close to doing it before.

So she chickened out for the day and decided that she'd tell him tomorrow, probably after searching the net for some tips and calling Serena another few hundred times about it. She decided to go to the Katie Evan's garden party in the Hamptons instead for the night, she knew a few people from there would be going to NYU and whilst the thought of spending the next few years there repulsed her, she couldn't help but want to at least make a few new friends before the year started. With Serena away at Brown and all her minions going to Columbia, Yale or Princeton, she had to start a fresh.

That's how three hours, ten drinks and at least two drunken rambles later she ended up in a Jacuzzi in Kate's back yard stripped down to only her red polka-dot bikini playing truth or dare. The blonde guy next to her was sliding up way to close to her but as some red head poured her another martini she couldn't be bothered to shoo him away.

"Ok, ok, my turn!" Samantha, the brunette next to her, newly bottomless from her last dare but thankfully hidden by the water bubbles laughed, "Truth!"

"Where's the dirtiest place you've ever had sex?" Robert asked from across the Jacuzzi, some girl plastered to his side nibbling at his neck playfully.

Samantha smirked, "Inside the toilet at a Wendy's. With the manager."

The group howled with laughter and she shrugged, "He caught me masturbating... it obviously turned him on."

"He's not the only one." Some blonde guy stage-whispered into her ear and it only took a moment before Samantha turned around to saddle him, Blair catching an eyeful of her but-hole but still making a disgusted face even in her intoxicated state.

"Waldorf, your turn again, and no more truth's for you." Ben O'Conner smiled, and the group turned to her expectantly.

"Awww man!" Blair cried, throwing back the rest of her martini, "Fine, dare."

She watched as Ben moved forward slowly, his teeth biting his lip playfully before moving right up so their faces were inches apart. The group obviously got the hint and continued playing the game without them and Blair furrowed her eyes in confusion and worry.

"Make out with me." He whispered to her seductively and his lips went even closer to hers.

"I... uh... I have a..." She had a what? She had a Chuck? Where they even together, or not? Was he off somewhere shagging some red-head in a parking alley near Wendy's himself? God she wished she'd gone off to have the conversation with him now.

Being unable to finish her sentence Ben took it as a invitation to mule her. His lips touched hers in an instant and he'd practically crawled on top of her forcing his tongue into her mouth.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?"

It took her a moment to process was what happening. One second she was struggling against Ben as he jammed his tongue down her throat the next thing she knew a familiar voice rang in the air, Ben was yanked away from her and then a fist collided with his face sending him back into the Jacuzzi with a splash, arousing a few gasps and cheers from the crowd.

Then a pair of arms found their way around her waist and pulled her up from the Jacuzzi and onto their shoulder before bouncing off with her into the house.

The movement was making her dizzy and once she demanded she be put back on her feet she half collapsed before making a run towards the bathroom, finding the toilet just in time before she proceeded to throw up in it twice.

She was faintly aware of a pair of hands holding her hair back and then setting a wet towel on her head. Blair sat down on the toilet floor head leaning back against the while tiles and stared at the figure for a moment trying desperately to determine who he was, and then she finally got it and her body felt that tiny bit more sober as she sat up straight.

"Chuck?" She hiccuped slightly, "What are you doing here?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Really? I come here to find you cheating on me and that's all you got to say?"

"First of all." Blair rose one figure, "Ben was kissing me not the other way around. Thirdly..." She held up a second finger and Chuck couldn't help but smile slightly, he always did love drunk Blair, "I was not cheating because we're not... I mean I don't know... you suck."

"We're not what?" He asks confused, "Blair?"

"We're not dating! Because you're Chuck Bass and you don't do monogamous and you like sleeping with lots of women and you don't want to be my boyfriend and you'll hate me for changing you and run away and break my heart and you... YOU SUCK!" She pointed her finger at him, "You sleep with managers in the toilets of Wendy's."

He looked at her as if she was an absolute nut job.

"Um, where to start?" Suddenly he moved to sit in front of her on a toilet floor. Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass sitting in a strangers toilet of all places, "I can assure you that I've never been in a 10 mile radius of Wendy's let a lone stepped foot in it to have sex with the manager."

Blair pouted up at him slightly confused.

"Secondly, I told you I loved you how can you think I don't want to date you? You're crazy Blair Waldorf." He tells her, "You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend and we're dating and monogamous and believe me when I tell you that the only woman I want to sleep with is you, always you, no one but you."

"Really?"

"Yes." He smirked, "And if you ever think about going near another guy again I will kill them, I promise you. That Jacuzzi guy is lucky he gets to see another day."

"I didn't want to kiss him." Blair told him honestly.

"Good." Chuck nodded, "Now can we please get out of here, this place is disgusting."

Blair nodded eagerly and held her hands up so Chuck could help her up.

"Can we go back to the palace?" She smiled at him seductively, "I'd like to rip my boyfriends clothes off one. By. One."

"Oh would you?" He smirked in return, his mouth finding her neck and sucking so hard he left a mark, "I think that can be arranged. What my girlfriend wants, my girlfriend gets. Because I love you."

She smiled at him and she looked so beautiful he knew that he wanted this. He wanted her. He always had, since the moment she got up onto the stage at Victorla he'd fallen in love with her.

"I love you too." She told him, and he suddenly wished that he had said those words sooner so he could have felt like this sooner. Like his world was finally right, finally whole.

And he was sure of one thing. He'd never let her go again, he'd make sure that she was his, and he was her's for forever. No matter what.

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A/N: already written the next one. It's a future angst and will be up in the next few days.