Okay, so this is a eventual Chair fic. Right now I'm not sure if I'm going to continue unless I get reviews. Hazel and Jenny are totally going down, I cannot stand them!!! This goes out to Em and all my other faithful reviewers! Enjoy puppets! ;D.

It had been four days. Four days since Blair Waldorf's violent fall from her towering pedestal.

Three days since Nathaniel and Chuck made up.

Two days since Nate and Blair decided they should continue to be friends.

One day since Is and Kati decided it was best to be on Blair side and sat with her at lunch instead of the usual cronies.

And it was today that Blair Waldorf decided that whoever hadn't made amends, aka mostly stupid Hazel and naïve Jenny, shall pay dearly for their betrayal. Blair was an expert in betrayal. And revenge. This should be fun.

"Serena! Serena! Get your cute butt down here!" Blair Waldorf demanded, tapping her six inch Manolos. Blair looked like perfection, but what was new? Her red silk dress clung to her curves, strapless and a heart shaped neckline, the material was twisted together in the middle. And the empire waist was empathized with it being diamonds encrusted around. The sides were scrunched but the front was smooth. Her curves were enhanced as were her lean, although short legs. But her matching red heels made them appear endless almost. She gripped her red clutch with her right hand, diamonds jingling on her wrist. A certain diamond necklace also being worn. Her curls were big and bouncy, the left side of her hair pulled back by a diamond barrette. Her bright red lips were now frowning. "Serena!"

"Blair, quit your whining! I'm coming!"Serena bounced down the Waldorf staircase. Her baby blue minidress flouncing with each step. Her golden locks were up in a high pony, swaying around with every movement. She'd look like a five year old if she didn't ooze sex appeal. "You have to be the most impatient person in the world B."

"Hush, we're going to be late. And not fashionably late but plain you're-rude-late!" Blair reprimanded. She was already flying towards the elevator.

"You must be a masochist," Serena muttered.

"What do you mean?" Serena should've known better. Blair heard everything.

"I mean, everybody treats you like scum at these parties. But you still act as though they're bowing down to you. Why show up on time for a brutal beating?" Serena followed Blair into the elevator.

"S, don't you know me at all? I'm making connections. Connections are key you know," Blair smirked. Serena shuddered, apparently while Chuck was rubbing on her, he was also rubbing off her.

"Key for what?" Serena gulped, she was sure she already knew the answer.

"For social destruction, of course."

-

"Chuck," Serena hissed.

"Why hello sis! I seen the way you were dancing. Ready to wash off that dirt? I'll be more than happy to help you with that bubble bath we promised each other," Chuck smirked ruefully.

"Shut up! I'm not here for you. I'm here for Blair." Serena whispered to him. Sitting next to him on a bar stool. Dan was off to the bathroom. She didn't have much time.

"Blair? And how would I be able to help with Blair?"Chuck said her name with such disgust and venom, that Serena knew he was hiding something. Chuck never felt that much for anything, or anyone. So even if it was hate, she knew Chuck still cared. She remembered when she had realized that.

"He doesn't love me S." Blair was sobbing into her best friend's shoulder. Serena patted Blair's luscious brunette curls sympathetically, if not a tad bit awkwardly. She didn't know what to do with a sobbing Blair. Angry Blair, she got. Emotionally closed Blair, she knew. But sobbing Blair? She was lost. Usually when she got like this, Chuck would take over. But stupid, putrid, man-whore Chuck was the reason why they were here. He and Blair had kissed. Nate found out. And now Blair was sobbing, and Serena was confused.

"What do you mean Blair Bear? He wasn't even that upset. He forgave you. I don't understand… he said he knew it was a mistake. He said he knew how close you two were, and he supposed it was like a kiss between siblings. Like one he and I might share… or something like that." Serena sputtered. Why in the world was Blair so upset?

"Exactly! He didn't even care S! He didn't even care." Blair shrieked. Shaking her head. Her glossy curls swaying from side to side.

"I don't get it B…" Serena never got it.

"Serena, the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. At least with hate you know they have enough feeling about you to have emotion about you. Enough emotion to care. Care about me. He doesn't even care. He doesn't love me. Indifference is indifference. There's a thin line between love and hate, but there's no way to go from indifference to love." Blair sobbed. And Serena got it. Nate would never love Blair. And Blair would always hate him for it.

"I'm worried about her Chuck. She's planning something. And well, she's Blair. And I don't know. Blair is powerful, but… well she's Blair," Serena knew that stumbling on her words would just piss Chuck off, but she was Serena Van Der Woodsen, this is what she did.

"Get to the point S." Chuck demanded impatiently.

"She's Blair and you're Chuck," Serena finally managed.

"I'm well aware of who we are. I think this is because you need to relieve tension. Is Brooklyn not enough man? Well don't worry sis, brother is here to help you out." With his trademark smirk firmly intact, Serena let out a shriek of frustration.

"You care Chuck. You may deny it but I know! You care. Help Blair. Please," and with that Serena was off, flashes of gold and the scent of honey whiffing off into the dark pounding club. How he hated gold.

"Hey man, what was that about? Didn't know Serena was into incest…" Nate abruptly appeared at Chuck's side.

"Why otherwise you'd get the Captain to go for Lilly? Never mind, dear Nathaniel, we were just having a little brother to sister chat, shall we say? Nothing that concerns you." Chuck grabbed Nate's shoulder, turning him towards the dance floor, "but that red head over there? She's been eyeing you all night, now that my friend, concerns you." and with a push, Nate was gone, off in the arms of some slut. Chuck couldn't be any happier. Ever since the two reunited, all the girls seemed to be flocking towards them. And even though Chuck would never admit it, he was happy to have his friend back.

-

Blair could feel him behind her. Not literally, just her intuition kicking in. She could smell him. She tried to contain her dizziness. "Well, Is, Kati, I'll talk to you later. Muahs." And with that dismissal the two were off. Blair whipped towards Chuck, "What do you want?"

"Certainly not you. However, a little blond birdie told me that you may be in need of my assistance? We both know that you can't get a proper scheme without me," Chuck smirked. Blair glared. She hated that there was truth to his words.

"I can't help it if self absorbed asses make good spies. Otherwise I wouldn't dream of going near you," Blair spat.

"No your dreams don't consist of being near me, they're about being under me, so Blair Baby, don't pretend. Now what is it that you need? Maybe if it's juicy enough, I'll help you out." Blair's glare didn't ease up, but she leant towards him, divulging her plans of destruction. Chuck smiled. Turns out it was juicy after all…

-

"Hello Hazel," Chuck schmoozed to the Plain Jane brunette, usually brunettes, in his personal opinion, were delectable, but Hazel was dull as her name.

"Why hello Chuck!" her breathless tone was meant to turn him on. It didn't. She was so eager, so ready to please. All for a couple brownie points? She was worse then the Victorla whores…

"What is a lovely lady, such as yourself, doing in such a dreadful place on such a nice day? It should be a crime…" Chuck wanted to gag on his own lies. He was laying it on thick, but it was part of the plan. Chuck Bass was never one to fail at schemes.

"Chuck, you flatter me so! What would you suggest I do?" Hazel battered her false eyelashes at him. Blair never needed false eyelashes. This girl wasn't even a good knockoff. He couldn't help but feel pure disgust run through his veins.

"Why, spend it with me of course. School isn't important when you've already got a rich man on your arm, now is it?" Chuck smirked at her. Not his Blair smirk, his genuine smirk. But his just-for-sluts-smirk.

"Well, I suppose I don't. Girls, I'm feeling ill. I'll see you later," she attempted to command. Chuck saw several girls roll their eyes. The same girls who would smile sweetly at Blair and promise to cover for her if she were to do the same thing. Hazel couldn't even dictate properly. She would be easy to dethrone.

"Come on darling, never keep a gentleman waiting," Chuck whisked her off to his limo. The plan was to get Hazel to trust him. Enough so when he asked for a spare key, she'd give it to him. After that, it was all Blair.

"You are no gentleman," Hazel attempted for wit, failing, as usual, miserably. Chuck tried to hide his grimace.

"Well I am a man, and I do promise to try to be gentle, isn't that enough?" Chuck watched as a blush tinted her cheeks. Not from embarrassment but from pride. Stupid, naïve Hazel. She was unknowingly proud of being played. Chuck loved being the puppeteer again. How he had missed Blair… no her schemes are what he missed, her schemes, not her. Or at least that's what he wanted to believe.

"Oh Chuck, you're such a tease," Hazel giggled.

"Darling Hazel, I'm no tease. I put out. It looks like you're the one that's the tease," Chuck could already imagine all the testing he was going to have to do, if he had to sleep with her, which he did. Today.

"How do you know I'm a tease Chuck? I may be just like you," she said throatily, trying desperately to be sexy. Chuck resisted the urge to throw a bag of cough drops at her. The limo came to a abrupt stop. Chuck thanked whatever God there may be.

"Here, Haze," Hazel practically swooned at the nickname, just as Chuck knew she would. Girls were so predictable.

"Eh Ma Gawd! You brought me to Barneys!? I just LOVE Barneys!" Hazel shrieked annoyingly.

"Yes, I suppose I did." Chuck winced. You're doing this for Blair. You're doing this for Blair. You're doing this for Blair…

-

"So…" Blair's voice was demanding, even over the phone.

"I'm officially secretly dating Hazel. I've even got the key. She's such a twit Blair." Chuck sighed over the phone.

"It'll be worth it. I promise. Darling we're not sending her to the bottom of Manhattan's streets, were sending her to the very depths of the ocean. We're making her grave, and she's going to lie in it for us. You can't possibly tell me you aren't enjoying this…" Blair sounded shocked and a tad bit unnerved. Chuck loved schemes as much as she did.

"Of course I love it! I just hate her," Chuck explained.

"Good, I thought you were getting soft on me…"

"Never on you Blair darling. You've got such killer legs, not to mention when you squeeze my…"

"Can it Bass. That's not the soft I was talking about and you know it."

"Sorry Waldorf, I always assume you mean it that way. After all I've never seen you beg for anything else."

"I did not beg."

"Really? 'Chuck please! Oh Chuck please more! Yes Chuck! Don't stop… oh Chuck, oh yes…'" Chuck mocked in a breathy falsetto.

"You wish Bass! All I recall is you practically lining up for it every night, like a little bitch. I always thought you were supposed to be the man. But you're worse than Nathaniel." Blair taunted. How she adored pushing his buttons. She had genuinely missed this. Missed the banter. Missed the blood boiling. The boiling in general…

"Puh-lease! If I were worse than Nathaniel you wouldn't have let me in every night. Admit it Waldorf, you and I both know who the better fuck is. Not to mention all the things we did. Did Nathaniel ever take you against a wall? Did you ever suck him until all he could see was white? Did he ever make you rip the sheets off your bed with his fingers? Did he ever make you even orgasm? I didn't think so Blair. And we both know that the end of the day you didn't just let me in. You begged me to come in. With each look. Each touch. Each phone call. Each smirk. You begged Waldorf. Don't be ashamed, just own up," Chuck spoke the truth with so much cockiness, Blair just wanted to throw it back in his face like a cup of ice cold water. But it was the truth. And Chuck could always see through her lies.

"Chuck? Answer me one thing."

"What?"

"How is it possible that your ego is so much bigger than your cock?"

"But you admit my baby is big."

"Goodbye Bass. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sweet dreams Waldorf. I'll be seeing you in them." and with that Chuck hung up. Leaving a annoyed and slightly horny Blair on the other line.