This is my interpretation of what may have happened had Blair returned to Chuck's suite and not her penthouse after Victrola.
I know it's a bit old but it has been playing on my mind.
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Blair Waldorf felt a warm breath on her neck and snuggled deeper into the strong arm that was wrapped around her bare stomach, a satisfied smile appearing on her face as she thought to herself how perfect this picture was - and then she opened her eyes.
She groggily took in her surroundings and felt the events of the night before rushing back into her mind. She gasped as reality set it and she realised the arm that was so firmly wrapped around her naked body didn't belong to her boyfriend but her boyfriend's best-friend.
She felt the colour drain from her face as she remembered the limo ride home and short of breath as she recalled the one tiny detail that changed everything - he had asked her if she was sure and she had foolishly responded with a passionate kiss.
OMFG she thought.
She had slept with Chuck Bass in the backseat of his limo and now she was in his bed.
She could feel Chuck stirring in his sleep, he was pulling her closer and she knew the chances of her leaving unnoticed were gone; she quickly started to feel for her clothes embarrassed that she was naked and tangled in the sheets with NYC biggest womaniser.
She felt the words on her neck before she heard them as he whispered good morning into her ear.
She sat up abruptly, allowing the sheets to drop to reveal her breasts, snatching at the sheets she turned and glared at an incredibly satisfied looking Chuck.
"No one can ever know about this," she said, issuing the statement with such venom that even she was surprised, "Especially Nate."
"My lips are sealed," he replied smugly from where he was lying in the bed before adding, "but my silence comes at a price."
"Of course it does," Blair replied scanning the room for her clothes.
He noticed her eyes darting around the room and he pointed to the floor at the entrance of the suite where her slip was lying.
"You weren't exactly wearing much when we came up."
She breathed deeply, horrified that she had no actual clothing and pulled a sheet around her body as she climbed out of the bed to fetch it.
"I'll tell the concierge to have something sent over from Bergdorf's for you, we can eat breakfast while we wait and discuss your payment for my silence."
She sighed as she rolled her eyes and nodded her head simultaneously, she had no other options.
Eleanor would flip out if she came home at ten in the morning in negligee not to mention the small problem of actually getting home – trying to exit The Palace in a slip without a Gossip Girl spy taking a picture would be a nightmare.
She placed the slip over her head and let the sheet drop revealing her naked body once again to chuck bass. She cringed as she felt the sheets fall.
"You look even better in the daylight," he purred from across the room, his eyes running up and down her body.
"Wish I could say the same about you," she said just as someone knocked on the door.
She gasped and sprinted into the bathroom locking the door behind her; worried someone would see her and tell Gossip Girl.
"You can come out now Waldorf," she heard Chuck say a few minutes later and she sheepishly left the bathroom.
He looked at her questioningly from the breakfast bar that was covered in an assortment of foods.
"Gossip Girl spies are everywhere, my reputation can't take a hit like this," she snapped.
He laughed at her and gestured to the food.
"I can see how being spotted eating breakfast with Chuck Bass could cause a scandal," he mused, "I only extend the invitation to a select few."
"I feel honoured," she said rolling her eyes.
"So what do you want?" she sighed.
"Excuse me?"
"In exchange for you silence what do you want?"
Chuck smiled.
"It's quite simple really, a weekend with you."
"I'm not whoring myself out, this isn't Pretty Woman," She screeched.
"I don't really see many other options?"
"You would actually tell Nate – risk your friendship with him?
"No but I'd tell Gossip Girl – not everything just enough to ruin your reputation."
She sighed, he had her; he knew that her reputation and virginity were important to her, a scandal like this had the potential to destroy her reign as queen B not to mention her already fragile relationship with Nate.
"When?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well it is Saturday morning?"
"This weekend?" she said her eyes popping with horror.
"No time like the present."
She sighed, exhausted at the thought.
"Fine Bass, so what now?"
"Now we eat, let me do the planning."
She bit into a grape and rolled her eyes.
"Just make sure I can walk Monday morning."
He smiled at her.
"Can't make any promises."