A/N: This is my first multichapter story so let me know how you think it goes. I know this chapter is rather short, but if the story picks up I promise to update sooner rather than later and to hopefully give you something more to read.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, the Chuck/Blair ILU scene would have happened much sooner.

Chuck stared at the pile of documents in front of him. Did he actually have to read these? Didn't he pay for a floor full of employees to do this kind of thing? He sighed and rubbed his fingers against his temples. If Blair was here she would know how to get started, how to relax him when he was feeling this stressed. He hadn't talked to her since last night and it was 11am in the morning but he was already missing her like crazy.

Their last summer together had been amazing. Perfect, even. They had spent it in the Hamptons; splashing together in the hotel pool in the morning, picking out matching summer dresses and bowties from the shops in the afternoon, and making love on the rooftop balcony under the stars in the night. He couldn't remember a time he had felt that happy, that complete. He had hated it when they had to come back to the city at the start of Blair's semester so she could move into the dorms. Chuck had insisted on dropping her off on her first trip to the University this morning and helping her settle down, but she had just rolled her eyes and told him that she could handle it and to stop acting like he was her father. That had shut him up.

By now Blair was probably unpacking her stuff into her new room. Suddenly a dark thought struck Chuck. What happens if she had guys living in some of the dorms down her hall? Surely no man was blind to how beautiful Blair is, they were all clearly going to make moves on her. And with Chuck not there to be with her 24/7, what would happen if Blair lost interest in him and hooked up with someone else? He felt sick at the thought and quickly cursed himself for even thinking such things. Blair loved him and he loved Blair. They could work through this.

He snapped out of his stream of thoughts when the phone started ringing and he glanced at the caller ID.

Blair Waldorf.

Chuck grinned. Looks like he had nothing to worry about.

"Missing me already, Waldorf?" he drawled into the phone.

"You know I do, lover," a familiar voice purred in his ear.

Chuck's smirk vanished. This was not Blair.

"Georgina?" For a moment Chuck was confused. Didn't the bitch conveniently disappear back into the middle of nowhere while tracking down Poppy? He hadn't heard a word from her or about her after that and it had suited him just fine. Why was she calling him now? Using Blair's number, no less.

A throaty giggle escaped from the other side and Chuck's insides cringed at the sound of it. "What do you want Sparks? And how the hell did you get your hands on Blair's number?"

"Aw, you don't sound too happy to hear from me Bass. What's the matter? Last time you came to find me you were only too eager to whisk me away and talk dirty in the back of a cab." Georgina let out another throaty laugh and Chuck gritted his teeth. He could already feel a headache coming.

He took in a breath and spoke slowly and forcefully into the phone. "Look, I don't have time for this Georgina. So either you tell me how you got Blair's number, or I'll track you down again to wherever it is you are right now and get you thrown into a boot camp that makes Guantanamo Bay sound like a holiday."

Georgina made a noise on the other side of the phone. "That's no way to talk to your girlfriend's new roommate Bass. Now that she and I are going to be spending a lot of time together bonding over chick flicks and sharing secrets over ice creams, I suggest you be nice to me if you don't want her finding less and less time for you."

Now it was Chuck's turn to make noises. "You and Blair are roommates?"

"That's right," Chuck could almost picture Georgina smirking into the phone. "And I guess one of the advantages of having a roommate is that you can use her phone to call her boyfriend while she's taking a shower in the bathroom."

Chuck's hand gripped tighter around the phone. "Listen, I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing Georgina, but if you ever do anything to hurt Blair I will –"

"Oopsies, got to go. Looks like Snow White just finished her bath. I should probably let her know how much I like the way she has prettied up our room. Don't want her to think I'm rude!" There was a sudden click and then the line went dead.

Chuck stared at the dead receiver in his hand, fuming. He had no idea what Georgina was playing at, but all he cared was that she clearly wanted to get Blair tangled up in whatever her game was. Chuck knew how much she hated Blair and the destruction Georgina was capable of. There was no way in hell he was going to sit and wait for Georgina to play out her cards. He started punching numbers into the phone furiously. He was going to get that bitch kicked out of NYU and back into a fucking Christian camp before she could say OMJC.

But first he was going to need a dry scotch to take away that pounding headache.