Author's Note: After watching the finale last week, I decided I was in need of some lighter Chuck and Blair, so I wrote this. I originally intended it to be a oneshot, but it got to be too long (I can't control myself) so I am splitting it into two. The second part is finished (and almost twice as long) but I still need to look over it and make corrections - so I'll post it in a day or two. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it. This is my first Gossip Girl fanfic and I would really appreciate any feedback you all may have!

For the record, I have nothing against Wal-Mart (Although, I'm not going to lie, I do prefer Target). Anything negative said about it in this story is only stated because it's from Chuck and Blair's point of view.

This story is rated M for language and very suggestive situations. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Wal-Mart or any of the characters of Gossip Girl.

Late Night Adventure

Part One

"You made a fool out of both of us. You know that, don't you?" Chuck Bass said in annoyance as he leaned his head back to rest against the warm leather coated seat of his limousine, his arms crossed stubbornly.

Bair rolled her eyes. "Oh please, she had it coming," she scoffed. She was seated next to Chuck, one hand resting on her knee, the other wrapped firmly around the glass of champagne she had poured herself.

"Maybe so, but I hardly think calling the mayor's wife a 'desperate floozy' was appropriate. The entire board of directors was there as well as everyone who's anyone on the zoning commission. You know how essential it is that I get their approval to acquire that old building in Brooklyn," Chuck huffed. He had thought a nice evening out would be fun for the both of them, especially since she always loved an upscale party – but he had been wrong.

"Brooklyn, ew. It's not as if you weren't thinking the same thing about Mr. VanHanson. I saw all of the threatening looks you gave him. You, Chuck Bass, are completely transparent," Blair retorted.

"That was completely different!" He defended himself angrily. "He's going on his fiftieth birthday; you'd think he could find something better to do than ogle you all night. I should have had him escorted out after the salad incident. Old men who want to take a Viagra every time they look at my girlfriend deserve threatening stares."

"Just like disgusting cougars who find it entertaining to flirt with my boyfriend all night deserve a piece of my mind," Blair huffed as she took another sip of her champagne. To her dismay, the limo hit a pothole and caused a small splash of the clear liquid to spill over onto the light green fabric of her dress. She glared first at the little round stain it was creating, and then at the front of the limo where, if looks could kill, the driver would be dead.

"Jesus Christ," Chuck swore in annoyance before pressing the intercom button. "Excuse me, can you please try and avoid the potholes that are the size of Australia?" He never should have allowed Arthur to take a week off for his family vacation. Clearly this replacement had no idea how to drive a car.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bass," the young man said with a heavy accent that resembled Dorota's. "I will be more careful."

"Thank you," Chuck responded shortly before turning his attention back to Blair. "Since when does harmless flirting garner public humiliation?"

"Why are you defending her?" Blair all but shrieked. Chuck sighed in exasperation. "That was not harmless flirting. Winking or batting eyelashes is harmless. Constantly touching your shoulder and shaking my hand as though she was trying to juice an orange is not harmless! I'm just now starting to gain feeling!"

Chuck took her "injured" hand in his own, softly rubbing circles on the top of it with his thumb. Blair tried to ignore the warm feeling that spread through her body at his touch. She was mad at him – he had practically encouraged that woman all night. "I'm sure she was just used to shaking the hands of men," he drawled. "And while she did come across as a little forward, I think causing a scene was highly unnecessary."

Blair groaned in frustration. Just then, the limo hit another pothole and Blair found herself being jerked to the side and ramming into Chuck, her champagne glass slipping from her grasp and shattering on the floor. Chuck grasped Blair's leg with one hand and the door handle with the other as the car skidded to a halt.

Already angry from his argument with Blair, a livid Chuck reached over to press the intercom button. Before he could reach it, the tinted window between the driver and passengers began to roll down and Blair felt herself grabbing Chuck's hand to restrain him from strangling the poor driver.

"My apologies Mr. Bass, Miss Waldorf," the man stated shakily. "You see, I have never driven these roads before and I know not that they in such bad conditions. It is very dark and there are no lights but my own –"

"Clearly you've never driven these roads before," Chuck affirmed, irked. "Do you even have your license?"

"Chuck," Blair said softly to try and calm him down.

"I assure you, my driver's license is good. What not so good is the GPS. I have suspicion we have been going in circles." The driver seemed timid, almost afraid to share the last bit of information with his client.

Chuck was silent for a moment. "Circles? Bad roads, no lights, where the fuck are we? Do you even know?" It was the driver's turn to stay silent. "Seriously?" Chuck shouted. "This night is a disaster!"

"Chuck," Blair said again, this time more forcefully. "Just calm down. We're all fine and I'm sure he'll figure out where we are and get us home very soon. Right?" She looked to the driver, expecting him to nod vigorously or at least agree with her statement. She didn't expect the look of apprehension on his face.

"I don't care when we get home," Chuck snapped. "My night was ruined before the goddamn pothole."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blair questioned defensively.

"You know what it means. I should have just gone to the dinner alone."

Blair felt a pang of hurt at his statement, but it quickly turned into anger. "How dare you! I did nothing you wouldn't have done if the situations were reversed you arrogant asshole!" The driver cleared his throat uncomfortably but was ignored. "Maybe it would be best if you ended the evening alone then, since apparently that's how you want it."

Chuck rolled his eyes dramatically. "If that's your way of telling me you're not sleeping over then fine. I could use a good night's rest anyway."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she yelled, irate.

"You have been rolling around and kicking me in your sleep for the past week. I almost went to the guest bedroom last night," he answered matter-of-factly.

"I have not!"

"Yes, you have. It's a wonder you can sleep through all the commotion you make. Pretty soon you'll be sleep talking and snoring on top of it."

"Get out!" Blair shrieked suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Chuck asked incredulously.

"I said get out! You said you wanted to be alone, well here you go. Have fun hitchhiking."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh I am." She leaned over him, pulled at the door handle, and pushed the door open. The driver looked on with widened eyes as Blair crossed her arms and dared Chuck with her eyes to stay in the car.

"Miss Waldorf, I –" She silenced him with a quick glare.

"This is my limo," Chuck stated bluntly.

Blair considered this for a moment. "Fine. Then I'll go."

"Blair." Chuck sighed in exasperation and ran his hand over his face. This night was turning out nowhere near the way he had imagined it.

Blair ignored his protests and climbed over him to exit the vehicle. When her heels clicked onto the pavement, she shut the door forcefully behind her – to make a statement. The driver hadn't been lying, it was very dark outside. The moon was covered by clouds and the only light she could see was coming from the headlights of the limo. She quickly retrieved her phone from her purse and pressed a button to give her a little light to work with.

The window of the limo rolled down and Chuck's slightly annoyed, slightly amused face, was staring back at her. "Blair, come on, get back in the limo."

"No," she replied stubbornly, crossing her arms and turning so her back was to him. "I don't want to ride with someone who doesn't want my company."

"You know that's not true," Chuck countered, irritated. "I'm sorry, please get back inside before you get lost or mauled by an animal."

Blair rolled her eyes. Although it was dark outside, she could tell there were no trees around, just a black expanse of nothingness on either side of the road. "Just leave, Chuck."

Annoyed, Chuck rolled up his window and turned to the driver. "I want you to drive about a hundred feet forward and then turn around so we can pick her up," he commanded. No matter how mad she made him, he would never be ok with leaving her stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night.

"See, there's the problem, Mr. Bass," the driver started uncertainly. Chuck narrowed his eyes at the man. "When we hit pothole, one tire bust."

"Ok…well where's the spare? Aren't you trained on how to change a tire?"

"That was the spare tire, sir. I had problem few days ago when I pick Miss Waldorf up from school. A curb came out of nowhere and made tire go flat, so I changed to spare. Only now spare is flat."

Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course. Just when he thought the night couldn't get worse, his girlfriend had chosen to walk home to avoid riding with him and he was stranded in an unknown place with an immobile limo and an only partially fluent driver. "How soon can a replacement car pick us up?"

The driver looked down and seemed to be fidgeting with his hands. "That be other problem…the GPS does not work good. I do not know where we are for car to come."

Chuck stared at him incredulously. These limos didn't come with locators in them or something? He had no idea where the hell they were either, and it was pitch black outside so they had no way to identify their surroundings. Aggravated, Chuck opened the car door to tell Blair to get back in. She was standing with her back to him, texting someone. "Blair, we have a problem. Please get back in the limo."

"If this is about your blown tire, I already know," she quipped, turning around but keeping her eyes glued to the screen. "I saw it. You can just put the spare on."

"That won't work. And apparently we are going to have trouble sending for a replacement since no one knows where the hell we are."

This got Blair's attention and her head snapped up. "What do you mean no one knows where we are? Don't you know? You've been driving!" she yelled frantically as she poked her head inside the door to look at the driver.

"I'm sorry Miss Waldorf, but I am lost. I not from around here and my GPS no work right," the man stated apologetically.

"Then what are we supposed to do? Sit here on the side of the road all night?" Blair screeched.

"Isn't there somewhere nearby you could walk to to get help?" Chuck questioned the driver. This was ridiculous. He paid too much money for his limo service for shit like this to happen.

"Mr. Bass, it is procedure in times like these that I stay with the car no matter what. But-" Chuck and Blair looked at him expectantly. There must be an alternative to spending the night in a stranded limousine. "Well, I am not allowed to leave vehicle, but you are permitted to seek help."

Chuck and Blair just stared at him. "So you're saying if we want a chance of getting home before morning, we – your clients – will have to go find help or at the very least figure out where we are?" Chuck asked evenly.

The driver laughed nervously. "Well, um, yes."

"How are we supposed to do that?" Blair wailed quietly. "It's one o'clock in the morning and darker than my onyx earrings outside."

"Miss Waldorf, I understand your concern, but you see, I believe we have been going in circles. If that be correct, shortly up the road should be a Wal-Mart."

"What's a 'Wal-Mart'?" Blair asked in distaste. It had been her experience that anything with the word "mart" in it was probably beneath her.

"It's some sort of discount store lower class people visit to buy cheap things. Like clothes," Chuck explained. He had never been in one himself, but he had heard many horror stories about it.

"Ew. Like Macy's?"

"No, Blair. Think cheaper."

Blair's face contorted in horror. She had never realized there was anything beneath Macy's. Surely the driver was only kidding.

"How far would you say we are from Wal-Mart?" Chuck asked, not doing a good job of hiding his disdain.

"My best guess is less than a mile, sir," the driver stated as he disappeared from the small window. He reappeared moments later with a flashlight. "If you go, you may take this." Chuck reached for the flashlight and opened the car door.

"Chuck," Blair stated forcefully. "You cannot be serious."

"I'm going to find this Wal-Mart, figure out where the fuck we are, call a replacement vehicle so I can get home, and then make sure Arthur is back by morning," Chuck responded, shooting a pointed look at the driver who looked to the ground nervously. "It would be better than sitting in here all night without any champagne to make it better." Blair tried to protest but he cut her off. "Are you coming with me? Or would you rather spend your night with him?" Another pointed look at the driver who was now feeling extremely uncomfortable under the young Bass's gaze.

Blair considered for a moment. The fact that there was no champagne to keep her company would most definitely factor into her decision. On any normal day, she would rather be with Chuck than some inept driver, but she was mad at him. Or at least, that's what she kept reminding herself. But she could still be mad at him if she kept him company, right? And that way she wouldn't be bored out of her mind sitting in this limo for hours on end.

"I'm coming," she stated finally, rolling her eyes at the childish smirk that made its way to Chuck's face. She exited the car and stood in the cool darkness while Chuck gave some last instructions to the driver about how to contact him if a replacement was found. Even in the pitch black she could tell her dress was ruined. She could feel a large wet stain from the spilled champagne originating at her stomach and spreading down into the pale green skirt of the dress. Perfect.

"Ready?" Chuck questioned as he turned the flashlight on and closed the limo door behind him. In the small amount of lighting there was, she could tell he was less than thrilled about their predicament. She nodded and they began their trek forward towards Wal-Mart.