'Well? What do you think?' She asked giving him a twirl.

Chuck glanced up at her then went back to his paper. 'Go back upstairs and put some clothes on.'

'Dad!' She exclaimed, embarrassed.

Chuck looked at his daughter. She was 16; young and as beautiful as her mother had been at her age. She was his. His baby girl.

And there was no way in hell he was letting her go out looking like that. He, of all people, knew what any hormonal, horny, teenage boy would think the second they lied eyes on her in that backless, strapless, deep-blue Oscar de la Renta 'handkerchief'. (As he liked to call her dresses.)

'What about that dress I got you from Paris?' he suggested, remembering the dark-black, long-sleeved, floor-length dress he'd bought his daughter for occasions such as these. Even though he had someone 'monitoring' her constantly, he was still paranoid that some guy would come along and take her away from him. She was like her mother; she fell in love too easily.

Claire Bass rolled her eyes and groaned. 'Dad I look like a nun in that dress!'

Chuck opened his mouth to speak-

'-and besides, Mom got me this dress especially for tonight.'

Chuck's eyebrows knotted together. Blair. He should have known. Just because she fell for the bad boy and somehow managed to make things work out- No, he was not letting his daughter go through that, she deserved better than that. He remembered the hurt and heartache he'd caused them both and he was determined that his daughter would never have to go through with that. Ever.

'What about tights?' He suggested, desperately this time. 'Your mother always wore tights when she was your age.'

'Yes I did.' Blair agreed, walking into the kitchen, dressed in a gorgeous flowing Anna Sui original. 'To school.' She reminded him smugly as she felt his eyes sweep over her approvingly.

He got up and walked over, placing his hands on her hips as he kissed her gently on the cheek.

Blair smiled and turned to look at Claire, Chuck's arms still around her. 'You look gorgeous, honey.'

'Thanks Mom, so I guess I'll get going then.' Claire turned to leave, her parents kiss grossing her out.

'Isn't Evan picking you up?' asked Blair, as she motioned to Chuck to tie her necklace around her bare neck.

Chuck's fingers fumbled with the clasp as he tried desperately not to have a hard on in front of his sixteen year old daughter. Damn Blair she knew what her neck did to him, what was she playing at?

'No, he's not coming here.'

'Why?' Blair asked, confused, 'I thought Evan was a gentleman, just like his father.'

Chuck grimaced at the reminder that his daughter was dating an Archibald of all people. Clearly it was an inherited condition.

'He's afraid of Dad.' Claire said, glowering at Chuck. 'Just like every other guy in Manhattan.'

'Good.' Chuck smirked, 'You're too young to be dating anyway.'

Blair narrowed her eyes and twisted in his arms to look up at him, 'Chuck Bass what have you been doing to these poor boys?'

Chuck returned her gaze. 'Nothing.' He replied innocently.

'He's lying!' Claire fumed. 'He's already scared off Jack, Tyler and Lucas. I'm the only girl on the whole Upper East Side who can't keep a boyfriend for more than two days because of my stupid, over-bearing and over-protective father!'

Blair looked at him.

'What?' he asked weakly, 'She is too young to be dating- I didn't start until I was 18.' Blair smiled in remembrance.

'Mom you can't be serious, are you actually agreeing with him?'

Blair sighed, turning to face her daughter. 'No honey, I'm not. I think you're old enough to date whoever you want. After all-' she glanced wickedly at Chuck, her eyes sparkling- 'I started dating when I five.'

'And when did you fall in love?' Chuck retorted, pulling her closer. 'Let me guess...that night in Victrol-'

'Ew, I'm leaving.' Claire got up and practically ran out the door, she did not want to be there when her parents started grouping each other. They were so disgusting, why couldn't they just be normal and keep their hands off each other? They were in their thirties for God's sake!

'CLAIRE- WAIT!'

Claire turned as a panting Chuck Bass caught up with her.

'No boys in the limo.' He panted, as sternly as he could.

'Dad!' she exclaimed.

'-And here's your jacket.'

She grabbed it off him, furious that he'd practically called her a slut in the middle of the street. As though he expected it of her. Like father like daughter anyone?

She stalked over to the limo and climbed in, shutting the door with a bang.

Chuck watched her drive off, a small smile on his face.

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Ten minutes later the limo pulled up outside the Palace, where the Ball was taking place. Claire shivered as she stepped out of the limo and reached back in for her jacket.

As she pulled it on she heard a thud as something fell from the pocket into the snow.

She bent down and picked it up, staring at it for a minute. Then she laughed.

'Claire?'

She whipped around, hiding the small can in her pocket.

'Evan!' She smiled, wrapping her arms around him. 'I missed you!'

He kissed her cheek. 'I missed you too.' Then he pulled away, looking down at her appraisingly, 'What were you laughing at?'

She grinned up at him. 'Nothing,' she lied, repeating her father's words innocently.

'Now c'mon!' she said playfully as she grabbed his hand and pulled him up the steps after her, 'We're late!'

Spotted: CB Junior taking to the streets, pepper spray in hand.

Looks like dear old dad has got her wrapped around her his little finger.

Or maybe he's worried about his little Virgin Princess losing her title.

Hypocrite much?

I seem to remember a certain Virgin Queen who Chuck Bass couldn't keep his hands off... and we all know how that fairytale ended.

Happily Ever After, wasn't it?

You know you love me,

XOXO GOSSIPGIRL