Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV series)
Story title: Fool for You
Word count: 551
Rating: G
Warning(s): none
Pairing(s): Chuck/Serena
Summary: The problem with girls is that they make you do stupid things.

AN: Just a little fic that doesn't fit into established canon. You'll probably need to have seen Episode 4 in order to get the BJ thing, which I thought was insanely cute.

What am I doing? he asked himself. What the hell am I doing?

The answer came from a sly voice at the back of his head: Your limo broke down, so you're walking to Serena van der Woodsen's house. In the pouring rain. Wearing your favorite shoes. And BJ.

Chuck groaned. He'd completely forgotten about his watch. He should've just left it in the car--- no, you really couldn't trust the working class these days, not even your own chauffeur. He'd tried hailing a cab, but a rainy rush hour in New York City meant that available taxis were as rare as Bugatti Veyrons.

You should have stayed in the limo until you exhausted all your options, he scolded himself as he walked. Or, at the very least, you could have grabbed an umbrella. Why, for the love of God, did you not think things through?

The sly voice snuck up on him again. Because you couldn't wait to see your girlfriend.

"Oh, shut up," Chuck muttered, earning a startled look from the elderly woman to his right.

Perfect. I'm walking in the rain, talking to myself. A flash of blonde hair at the corner of his eye reminded him of the girl he was going through all this for. S, you'd better be worth it.

Chuck Bass pressed on. Rain streamed into his eyes, plastered his hair to his forehead, soaked through his clothes. Puddles of water seeped into his loafers, causing an unpleasantly moist and squishy sensation to emanate from the soles of his sock-clad feet. He was bumped, jostled and shoved aside by his fellow pedestrians, sometimes catching an elbow to the ribs, sometimes being on the receiving end of a dangerously sharp stiletto heel.

By the time he reached the van der Woodsens' newly-renovated mansion, he was beyond pissed.

Serena answered the door, which didn't really come as a surprise because she'd told him they hadn't gotten around to re-hiring servants yet. She gasped the moment she saw him.

"You're soaking wet!"

"I hadn't noticed," he snarled, stepping into the foyer.

She raised an eyebrow at his brusque tone, but he didn't care. He was cold and cranky and, yes, wet, and this was all her fault for making him so anxious to see her, and she had better come up with some damn good way to pay him back---

"Where's your car?" Serena asked.

"It broke down," Chuck replied, his teeth beginning to chatter although he tried his best to control it. "And I had to walk--- walk, Serena!--- and it was without a doubt the worst, most excruciating experience of my entire life, and you---"

Her features suddenly relaxed into that trademark smile of hers, the one that made his stomach do swan dives. Without further ado, she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her slender body against his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He froze for a moment, then, finally, tentatively, his hands came to rest on her waist. Unable to help himself, unable to stay mad at her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of the honeysuckle-and-jasmine cologne she used that always reminded him of summer.

"I what, Chuck?" she prompted, nibbling on his ear.

"You…" he murmured dazedly, "owe me a new watch."