Wrong Number Right Boy?

Blair was still furious and upset as she stood staring at her pathetic expression in the bathroom mirror, mentally still fuming about what a disaster that night had turned out to be. She'd plotted and planned her first time with Nate to be the stuff of her dreams. From the candles, to the mix CD, to the spritz of Chanel No. 5 between her legs as she'd readied to be intimately naked with Nate for the first time, everything had been going as planned until Serena had to ruin it...or more so Nate ruined it when he'd admitted to his first time having been with Serena van der Woodsen a year ago last summer.

Oh yes, Blair was still fuming over her vicious daydreams about Serena getting hit by a bus and turning into the Elephant Woman, when she decided to call one of her friends up for a chat...or maybe the Middle Eastern restaurant down the street, the Cairo Sphinx, because there was nothing like a binge and purge of chicken tandoori, flat bread and whatever else as a stress reliever. Especially if it was presented by a hot delivery boy. She was thinking on this as she scrolled through her cell phone's contact list to make the call.

Over in the lobby of the Tribeca Star Hotel, Chuck Bass was sauntering toward the bar, slightly frustrated that his plans for the night had been thwarted by a suddenly slightly prudish Serena van der Woodsen. What gave her the right to think she was too good to sleep with him? Especially since she'd already given it up to the likes of Nate Archibald and a bunch of others at boarding school and in Europe. Sure Nate had your typical 'All American Boy' good looks and his family's old money, but otherwise he was just a slacker pot-head with little ambition. Chuck himself, on the other hand, had exotic enough good looks to land a Drakkar Noir ad and other head shots, his family had a suite at the Tribeca Star Hotel, and he was 'Chuck Bass' and could get any girl...or at least try. What's not to love?

Chuck was pondering on that as he spied a woman at the other end of the bar, and was about to make his move, when suddenly his cell phone rang. Glancing down at his phone, he instantly picked it up and in his smoothest voice, answered "Hello?"

"Hello? I'd like to order a double order of chicken tandoori and maybe some flat bread...and a bottle of Dom Perignon '95 to be delivered to..." the female voice rattled off on the other end of the line.

"Mmm...I don't know if I have any chicken tandoori on me...but I'm open to try anything if you're willing get creative...And as far as Dom...you do sound rather young, so I might have to card you before I let you have it." Chuck seductively teased.

"Card me? Who is this? Is this a joke?"

"Well..."

"Chuck Bass is that you? What are you doing answering the phone at the Cairo Sphinx?" Blair sighed sarcastically.

"I'm not...but if that's where you want me to be..." he drawled.

"No...Where are you though?"

"Right here at the bar of the Tribeca Star...planning to head up to my family suite...unless..." he mused.

"Then why am I talking to you?" she gasped.

"Good question, Blair, because you called me...accidentally I must presume." he pondered.

"Yes...I guess so. Gawd...this night has just gotten better and better...NOT! Argh!" she moaned frustratedly.

"Hmm...night not go as planned?"

"You could say so! I'd planned a nice romantic night for Nate and I...when it has to go and get ruined by my EX best friend, Serena van der Woodsen...argh!" she sighed exasperatedly.

"Serena? What did she do, barge into your bedroom and beg to join you two and make it a threesome? Pity I wasn't there to watch." Chuck mused, becoming slightly aroused at the voyeuristic prospects of that.

"No! You and your dirty mind, Chuck Bass! No, Serena wasn't there physically...but she was 'there' in the fact that Nate admitted to having his first time with Serena...and not meee..." she moaned, slightly pathetically into the phone as she tried to hold back her tears and anger, and to stay strong.

"And now you're upset about it?"

"Yeah of course I'm upset! I wish I could throw Serena in front of a bus or a cab so that she will come off looking like the Elephant Woman...and Nate will wonder what he ever saw in Serena...Oops did I just say that?" she fumed, unloading a bit on Chuck.

"Ha ha ha...you have quite the devious mind, don't you Blair? Though I see where you're coming from...in regards to Serena." he chuckled, then added. "Hmm...since we're both of like minds...do you mind if I come over? Or do you want to come over here?"

"Oh you can come over here, Chuck. And maybe you can bring the Dom...and whatever else you can think of...better that than to drink alone." she sighed nonchalantly, while staring at her manicure.

"Okay...is now too soon?" he mumbled excitedly, thinking how the night might be salvaged yet.

"No...come over whenever you can..." she replied as Chuck told her goodbye and their conversation abruptly ended.

Blair was in her bedroom reading a copy of Vogue magazine and sulking a bit because the models in the glossy ads were so incredibly slim, when suddenly there was a tap on her door. She stood up and walked to the door to open it, to find Chuck Bass standing there with a bag of take out from the Egyptian restaurant Blair had tried to order from, a bottle of '95 Dom, and a wry smirk that made him look pretty hot to Blair's already charged mind.

"Hi Chuck...thanks...come in...make yourself comfortable...I can't believe you actually brought my order...that was sweet." she laughed as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek while she grabbed the food out of his hands.

"You're welcome. You know I can be a gentleman...sometimes."

"Yeah, when you want to." Blair replied as she dug into the bag of food, grabbing a piece of flat bread and a tub of humus.

"Mmm...nice place you have here Blair. Was this for Nate or did you do this all for me?" Chuck mused as he glanced around the room and noticed the now disheveled attempt at romantic ambiance Blair had going in her room, with the half melted candles that gave it a soft glow and made it smell like vanilla potpourri and red wine. He even noticed the red candle wax spilled on her beige carpet and had to laugh...though briefly pondered if Blair and Nate had gotten that kinky in their attempted first time. If so, he truly wondered what had gone wrong.

"Don't flatter yourself, Chuck. It was for Nate...little good it did though." she mumbled through a bite of food, even if it was bad manners, then gasped when she glanced at him. "Chuck what are you doing in just your underwear?"

"My clothes were wet...and you told me to get comfortable. Mind if I take a shower...I don't want to catch a chill." he mused seductively.

"Oh all right. It's not like I haven't seen you half naked before at your place. You know where the towels are." she sighed as she watched him walk to her bathroom and shut the door. Despite herself, Blair couldn't help but watch Chuck Bass as he walked into the bathroom, because he was a hot guy with a nice, slim, toned body too. Perhaps even better than Nate's sometimes. There were definitely reasons why he'd gotten ads for Drakkar Noir...and why she'd hidden them away in her lingerie drawer after ripping them out of magazines.

Oh she'd originally collected the ads to put in her scrapbook of success because Chuck had been a long time family friend, begrudgingly so sometimes, and she thought it was cool she knew someone from a magazine ad. But then when she looked at the ads for too long, especially late at night when she was alone in bed, they gave her a funny, guilty feeling...almost like she'd been betraying Nate in some way just looking at them. But now Nate was a thing of the past...and she had a half naked Chuck Bass in her bathroom, who would more than make up for her disastrous night with Nate, if she let him.

Blair couldn't believe she was thinking about Chuck Bass in that way...but then again getting denied after getting worked up with Nate for over an hour did things to a girl's mind and body sometimes. Sexual frustration caused desperate thoughts to cross her mind right then. She pondered on that as she picked up around her room a bit as she waited for Chuck and ate her food.

He eventually stepped out of the bathroom clad only in a towel, as Blair was trying flipping through the channels on her TV to try to find something to watch. She was about to settle on something, when Chuck jumped on the bed beside her and grabbed the remote, the hot, wet, disheveled boy that he was in that moment, the towel slipping down his hip a bit.

"Chuck...what are you doing? Gimme back my remote!" Blair gasped as she reached for the remote control.

"Ah guest rules...unless you want to wrestle me for it." he mused, trying to hold it out of her reach.

"Chuck.." she moaned as she tried to grab for it, but Chuck got away right after punching in the numbers for the all music channels on cable hitting on one that was playing Boots Randolf's 'Yakety Sax' ..which was quite the song to chase Chuck around her bedroom to, since it made them feel like they were in a Benny Hill skit.

Blair cornered Chuck beside her closet, where he suddenly flipped to the next channel, was playing some techno song that was just pulsing beat over and over again. Then pushed the button again and got Sisqo 'Thong Song' and pulled Blair up on the bed to get busy, but she started jumping on it instead, as Chuck opened the Dom and started to drink it straight from the bottle, before passing it to Blair. Finally Blair grabbed the remote and pushed the up button and got Mel Torme singing "I'm Comin' Home Baby" which reminded her of something Audrey Hepburne would've danced to in Breakfast At Tiffany's...but getting Chuck to dance to it too was the most interesting thing of all.

After the song ended, Blair collapsed against Chuck in a fit of laughter, but when she leaned against his bare chest, she felt that tingling sensation she got whenever she looked at Chuck's print ads...multiplied by ten times because he was there in the flesh...and suddenly naked since his towel had fallen off. She lifted her hand off of his chest and glanced up at him, realizing that he must've felt something too as he looked at her with his sly look.

"Come on...uh...let's get into bed...and watch a movie...like a couple of girls..." Blair laughed nervously as she skipped over to her bed and crawled in, slipping off her robe.

'Second time tonight. Blair and Serena are too much alike. Though that might not be a bad thing...' Chuck thought as he sauntered over to Blair's bed and climbed in under the duvet, saying "But I'm not a girl...and I didn't come here to watch movies..." as he crawled over to her and brought his mouth down on her's for a kiss.

At first Blair was surprised that Chuck had kissed her like that, but then she just went with it, opening her lips as he swept his tongue inside to explore her mouth. His mouth tasted of peanuts and champagne and since she was still hungry after only nibbling the food he'd brought, it was like a feast. And Chuck was such a good kisser...Blair didn't want to stop and loved it even more when he trapped her under his hot, heavy body to deepen the kiss even more. They were both so lost in the moment, Blair didn't realize how far they'd gone until she saw Chuck Bass kissing and sucking on her bare breasts. She'd always thought her chest was small or badly proportioned compared to Serena's, but apparently Chuck Bass didn't mind.

He continued kissing, probing lower and lower on her body, to places even Nate was reluctant to go sometimes, making her both nervous and excited, wondering how far she was going to allow Chuck to go, especially since he was already edging past third base by going between her thighs. Desiring to regain some control of the situation, after feeling his tongue join his fingers once or twice at pleasuring her core, Blair suddenly grabbed his hair and yelled.

"Kiss me, Chuck! No not there...on my mouth...now!" she begged through panting breaths.

Chuck, who'd been losing himself in his activity and becoming hornier and hornier as he was doing the impossible, slowly deflowering Constance Billard's 'Queen Bee' Blair Waldorf in her own bed (Who knew stealing this virgin's honey pot could be so sweet?) largely ignored Blair's cries at first, thinking that she was just being a bitch. But when she nearly yanked his hair out of his scalp he knew he had to obey. (He didn't want to have to join the 'Hair Club For Men' before he was even eighteen.)

"Wha—kiss you? Okay..." he mumbled with a smirk as he slid up her body and began to kiss her in earnest again, the taste of her heat still lingering on his lips, making the kiss even more interesting.

Noticing that Chuck's mouth tasted slightly different, Blair tried to place it, until she realized where he'd been. Tasting herself in a boy's kiss was a new experience for her, and briefly made Blair curious about what Chuck would taste like if she went down on him...although she wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet, with Chuck.

As they kissed, Blair had grown accustomed to the feel of Chuck mouth and body on hers, his hard-on pressing against her hip or the inside of her thigh, and his fingers pleasuring her core. In fact it felt more than pleasant, but downright good, something she could get lost in as the tension began to build, ready to explode. Suddenly, Chuck shifted his body and parted their lips for a breath, as Blair suddenly felt something much larger than his fingers prodding at her core. In her mind she was not sure, but being the seducer he always was, he'd brought her nearly to the peak of desire with his fingers...then offered something much larger to bring her to completion. Blair never liked to feel incomplete...so though her head told her one thing, her body told her another. She looked up into his seemingly blue eyes and caught a curious expression from him for just a moment.

Chuck was at the moment of decision, but couldn't believe he'd gotten this far with Blair Waldorf for real. He'd bedded many girls before, but this time seemed slightly different for some reason. Maybe because he'd known her so long and knew that she wasn't the little prude she made herself out to be, although he suspected she really was still technically a virgin. But at the rate they were going tonight she wouldn't be for long. He pressed into her a bit, feeling how soft and tight and oh so wet she was, her fluids coating the tip of him. Just one little thrust and he'd be inside, it would be so easy, he was surprised Nate Archibald had reneged on the offer. However somehow Chuck suspected that he'd gotten farther with Blair than Nate or any boy had ever...and that fact alone made him even harder...if that was possible, and come just a little.

He continued to press into her, hoping that she'd consent because he didn't really want to force her, but then figured that he could still get off on her in another way...and Blair would learn the fine art of hand jobs or blow jobs if she didn't already know. Still he just had to try asking her if she wanted it, he thought as he pressed into her a bit more and mumbled the question in a sexy growl, staring down at her. She looked so innocent and pretty right then, her hair spread out on the pillow and her face bathed in candlelight, it gave him an odd feeling in his stomach that he wasn't familiar with. Somehow it felt like a momentous moment, but perhaps it was only because it was her first time and he realized he should be as gentle and aware of that as he could. Surprisingly, when he asked she agreed, as she tilted her hips in invitation and he slid inside of her body in one mighty thrust, groaning in pleasure as her body surrounded him, only dimly aware he was unprotected.

For her the moment was both a glory and a disappointment. A glory because she couldn't believe she'd actually went that far with a boy and had revenged Nate and Serena's first time experience a bit with her own first time, but a disappointment because despite how ready her body was, it had still hurt a little when she let Chuck thrust into her and take her. And it was a disappointment because the initial moment hadn't caused her to immediately fall in love with him right then. Instead she felt slightly overwhelmed and full to bursting as she tried to adjust to him, feeling every contour of his hard-on that was now inside of her, and his hot heavy body that was pressing down on top of her.

She moved her hips a little to feel more comfortable, causing him to hiss between his teeth as he seemingly tried to control himself. Suddenly though spasms began to hit the both of them as her body began to convulse around his throbbing hard-on, as he moved a bit, and the experience became more pleasurable to both of them. Soon they were moving in a rhythm that suited them both, and Blair began to not care if she wasn't entirely in love with Chuck Bass as she had been with Nate...it just felt so good to be with him.

They moved in sync, bodies flowing in the oldest dance of time, making their own animalistic sounds of pleasured grunts, groans and sighs as they made love in the bed. Blair just gave in to the feeling and let herself be carried away to another place where another insatiable hunger she never knew she'd had could be satisfied riding against a boy in her bed. And to her surprise Chuck Bass seemed just as insatiable as she was, as he continued to push on, right when she'd thought they were done...though the fact that he was always so horny shouldn't have made it surprising. So far indeed, sex was far better than food.

Blair felt herself coming a time or two, before she sensed the same of Chuck, as she felt a sudden warmth inside of her body, and felt him give a staggered groan as he pulled himself from her body and spilled his seed on her belly, making it a surprisingly, slightly gross ending to a life changing experience.

Chuck collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, waiting to be held a moment as Blair gave him a brief hug, before he rolled off of her with a groan and a sigh, asking slyly..."So what did you think?"

"Unbelievable! But why did you do that in the end? It was gross and now I'm all sticky! You didn't lose your condom inside of me did you?" she gasped.

"No but that's because I didn't wear one." he sheepishly admitted.

"WHAT? My first time was UNPROTECTED sex with Chuck Bass!" she panicked in horror.

"Yeah I didn't think, I'm sorry about that. But I pulled out though. Better to come on your belly than in it. You didn't really want my baby, do you Blair?" he replied

"No...just having sex with you was enough, Chuck Bass." Blair replied as she suddenly imagined what a baby between her and Chuck would look like, and how it could be definitely good looking, but perhaps rather naughty...but that idea was far too soon to dwell on.

"Although if anything should happen...I'll help you take care of it. Money is no object." he replied.

"You'd actually help me take care of a baby?" she asked.

"Baby? No I'd meant I'd pay for the abortion or whatever." he nonchalantly replied.

"What? Well that's really good to know you have a 'solution' for everything, Chuck Bass." she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah...well enough about kids. If you give me a few minutes to regain my strength and maybe the rest of your take out...we can go again. There's more we could do." he eagerly replied with a sly smirk.

"Again? I don't know...I'll have to think about it. If we do it again, you're wearing a condom this next time, Chuck. They're in the bedside table drawer." she replied as she glanced in the direction she indicated.

"Mmm...extra large, extra long. You were really expecting a lot out of Nate weren't you?" he laughed as he drew the condoms out of the drawer and read the box.

"Well you don't know him like I do. When he's turned on he's more than adequate...so I just wanted to make sure they were big enough. Hopefully they'll fit you and your scrawny..." she sarcastically replied.

"Ha ha ha...they'll fit. However, if you think I'm scrawny, you must need a trip to the optometrist, because you're in need of a new pair of glasses." he chuckled.

Sighing, she glanced at him and realized that even fairly limp, Chuck was still larger than Nate. "Yeah you might be packing quite the big gun and plenty of ammunition...but you're Mister Have Gun Will Travel...you know, 'Wham bam thank you ma'am, goodbye.' You're such a stud you've probably forgotten how to treat a girl right, if you ever knew how to at all...because you're too much of an ass."

"Oh you think? You believe that...hmm? You don't think...I could treat you right?" he skeptically replied as he slunk against her, his hands sliding sensuously over her body. "You don't think that I could...be gentle...and soft..." he breathed in her ear as he nibbled her lobe.

"No...you're a bad boy...a groper...a cad...inca-pable of love..." she mumbled as she fell under his sensuous kisses and caresses.

"Mmm...I'm bad?" he hissed as he felt her body, manipulating her in the soft spot between her thighs, feeling the wetness pool on his fingertips.

"Yesss...sooo...baad." she moaned as she gripped his turgid member, stroking him along his length, until she felt his body respond with moisture of its own, her thumb running over the head.

"Ha ha...it appears I'm not the only bad one..." he chuckled, his voice a seductive growl as he shifted his body into the cradle of her thighs once again. When he felt himself prodding against her core again, sanity briefly returned as he whispered lowly in her ear "We better stop...and let me put a rubber on... unless you wanna play dangerously again."

"Aw..." she whimpered against him, as he chuckled and whispered "D'ya wanna help put it on? Good to learn wouldn't ya know..."

"All right...but don't tell anyone..." she replied as he rolled away and grabbed the box of Trojans, handing her one.

In an attempt to appear cool and nonchalant, Blair tore the wrapper with her teeth and pulled in out of the package, acting like it was no big deal as she knelt beside Chuck's prone form as he lay back on the bed as if he was on a tanning bed. His hard-on was certainly ready to go, its shape slightly reminding her of the Empire State Building's profile, though she refrained from telling him that.

"Looks like the Empire State Building wouldn't you say?" he replied as if reading her mind. "I've had girls tell me that before you know."

"Shut up Chuck! I'm busy." she snapped, nervously fumbling with the condom.

"Oh ho...I see you are. Little hands, busy working over time." he teased.

"That's enough of your japes, Bass...or else we're done for tonight." she threatened, cautiously rolling the rubber down over him.

"Oh then what a waist of a good Trojan...but if you insist..." he drawled as he started to roll off the bed.

"Nooo...don't leave...I wanna another fuck Chuck.." she whined, grabbing his thigh.

"All right if you insist. If you're so anxious perhaps we should continue our affair again tomorrow. Have you ever done it on the observation deck of the Empire State Building? Quite interesting indeed...we should do it sometime. I would've offered the Twin Towers...but unfortunately the hijackers tore it down. Pity because that was was quite the place for sex." he mused.

"You've had sex on top of the Twin Towers, Chuck Bass?" she gasped skeptically.

"Of course...how else do you think Limp Bizkit were able to film their video for 'Rollin' there?" he mused.

"How does that relate to...wait a minute, what'd you do, hook up with Fred Durst?" she gasped.

"Ha ha...doesn't that make an amusing picture! But no it was their manager's daughter...and the PR girl...and a couple of groupies...and well, you get the picture." he smirked, as he went on. "It was a lot of 'work' let me tell you...but I brokered the deal nonetheless. Saying that my fath...no I owned the building didn't hurt either." he mused.

"You told them you owned the Twin Towers? Oh Chuck, how could I have guessed?" she sarcastically replied. "Did you ever do that scheme again?" she asked as she finished up with the condom, then continued to touch his body a bit, giving a squeeze to his thigh and a stroke to his sack and its dusting of soft wiry hairs, making herself comfortable with touching his body and him even more turned on.

"Yes...a time or two. I'd skipped class on a certain Tuesday...about a year ago...because I had a ten thirty meeting with a 'client' let's say...who wanted to hold her twenty-first birthday party at Windows On The World...so I was taking her there to 'show her the view' do you know what I mean? So we're stuck in a cab, snarled in traffic, making good use of our time...when we looked out the window at the buildings and saw the first plane...so I just played it cool and told her that we were supposed to meet my pilot on the building's helipad, but he apparently missed his landing...though no wonder since he was supposed to bring the Apache Helicopter, not the 747." he chuckled as he told his story.

"What the heck? You took the blame for September eleventh...yeah I'm sure she actually believed you though then." she gasped.

"No...especially when there was mass panic in the streets...and everything else...Quite the day in New York...but it was fun while it lasted." he mused.

"Enough about then...let's do it again...I don't want to think, I just want to escape." she sighed, pulling him towards her.

"Well if it's escape you want...it's escape you're going to get...let me take you to the sea of ecstasy...that's full of waves of delight and ripples of pleasure...though you have to watch out for the Bass on the loose who's growing hungry...nom nom nom..." he replied as his seductive growl changed to a playful nibbling on her neck as he tried to eat her up with kisses and she gave a playful snort because it tickled and was hilarious. Being privy to this side of Chuck Bass was deliciously entertaining because he made lovemaking fun and not such a big deal.

When they came together again, it was far more enjoyable...and with their sexy, playful sides out, it was easy to fall for each other a little bit. Blair thought that Chuck definitely lived up to his seductive reputation and was actually hotter than she'd first thought...and Chuck thought that Blair Waldorf was pretty hot when not playing the prim and proper queen of her school, and wasn't bad in bed once he'd gotten her accustomed to it. (Although if he could convince her to play the naughty school girl, like from the old Britney Spears video, she'd be even hotter.)

The two of them ended up falling asleep together, with Chuck spending the entire night in Blair's bed. The next morning, Blair woke up to the scent of calogne and the sound of snoring, as she glanced over and noticed Chuck Bass sleeping in the bed next to her. She watched him sleep for a moment, noticing his long eyelashes, the slight stubble on his cheeks, and the bubble of spit that had formed on the corner of his mouth, At first she'd tried to remember how she'd gotten to the Bass Suite for a party...to suddenly realize that they were in her bed and were both naked...and to remember what they'd both done.

"Chuck...wake up...it's time to go!" she chided as she tried to wake him up, first poking at him, then smacking his ass.

"Ow...arg...if you wanna have another cruise on the Bass express...I need to refuel to regain my strength..." he groaned, disheveled, yet sexy.

"No, I don't want another cruise on the Bass express! Once was enough." she chided.

"Oh I don't know darling... it was more than once, if I recall..." he smirked.

"Okay, maybe it was...but it was still a mistake! Even if it was fun. Anyway you have to go because I have to get ready for school...and so do you!" she scolded.

"Oh...if you say so...still, mind if I take a shower first?"

"Okay go on but don't take too long...or use the hot water."

"Mm...care to join me? Conserve water...and all that." he suggested.

"In your dreams!" she sarcastically replied as he stepping into the shower. She'd decided to wait until Chuck finished his shower, when suddenly a maid knocked on her door and informed her that she needed to be dressed and downstairs in fifteen minutes because her driver had another appointment after he dropped her off for school, so she shouldn't be late. Panicking in that moment, Blair rushed into the bathroom and jumped into the shower with Chuck. She could not go to school sweaty, disheveled, and smelling of sex. She had a reputation to maintain and would not become another Serena...no matter what she'd done the previous night with Chuck Bass of all people.

"Ooh you decided to join me after all? I knew you'd come back for more!" he chuckled pleasantly seductive.

"Ha ha very funny. My driver is leaving to take us to school in 13 minutes and 25 seconds, so I had to join you. Hand me my body wash if you please and don't tell anyone." she snapped.

"You're wish is my command." he chuckled as he did just that.

The two of them quickly showered and dressed in record time, hurrying downstairs where Chuck grabbed a piece of toast, slathering it with orange marmalade as they walked past Blair's brother, who gave her a skeptical look.

"Before you say anything Trevor, Chuck stopped by late last night to...drop something off...then it was so late I let him spend the night...on my chaise lounge." Blair haughtily replied as she nibbled on her toast too as she took a sip of French press coffee from a bone china tea cup.

"Sure Blair whatever you say..." her brother mumbled, giving her a skeptical look, as he went back to listening to his Discman.

They soon left, riding the elevators down to the bottom floor, where they got out and into the waiting town car. As they rode to their prospective schools, Blair whispered to him to breath not a word about their previous encounter the night before, but thanked him for his services, to which Chuck replied "You know me...I'll never tell..." as he gave her a wink.

And true to his word, he didn't let it slip, as life seemingly went back to normal. Blair was still jealous of Serena but was able to come to terms with Nate after awhile, reuniting with him for the Kiss On The Lips party a few days later...where Chuck had his run-in in the bathroom with Jenny Humphrey and her brother Dan, who'd tried to play hero. Still though, as the rest of the school year passed with its many crazy adventures...and Chuck's experimentations to say the least...Chuck and Blair still maintained a strange vibe between each other at times, giving wry looks, knowing and remembering what had happened that night when Blair had gotten a wrong number, but perhaps the right boy. Knowing that because it happened once...it could definitely happen again.