Let's Play a Love Game

A/N: Hey guys so here is chapter 2 this one was harder for me to write cause I wasn't sure how fast I should move the story but I decided a little more detail and maybe some Serena love triangle drama may enhance the story so here it is oh and I also want to thanks you for the comments and I hope it that it lives up to its standards.

DISCLAIMER: I don't take any credit for owning any of the characters or trademarked items mentioned within this fanfic

Acceptances and Persuasion

Two months later…

"Ten minutes until all contestants need to be side stage ready for show time," a male voice announced over the speakers that were situated in all of the contestants change rooms.

"This is it!" Serena exclaimed excitedly, to a very bored looking Blair Waldorf. "Aren't you even slightly looking forward to it?" Blair gave her a look of contempt.

"Come on," Serena pestered. "It'll be fun answering weird questions."

"I have no idea what you find so great about this show," she protested. "I watched it last week and it seems like a shallow and desperate way to find a date! Honestly, I'm embarrassed that I'm even going on it," Blair replied with a look of disgust on her face.

"Oh, get off your high horse, Blair, and at least try to enjoy it. I mean, the guy will obviously pick you, 'cause you're a catch." Serena was in such high spirits she didn't care that Blair wasn't enjoying herself.

"You know, if it wasn't for that stupid dare I would have never even considered coming on this show," Blair said. Her thoughts went back to that night, and then to the day she got the letter saying her application had been accepted.

"Blair, Blair!" Serena had come in, yelling excitedly. "Blair?"

"What?" she had snapped. Blair really wasn't in the mood for overexcited Serena at that moment.

"Okay, so I was downstairs and I saw that you had some mail, so I collected it like the good friend I am," Serena paused for effect. "And guess what came? A letter from MTV!"

Serena waited for a response from Blair, a scream of excitement perhaps, but all that followed was dull silence, which aided in putting Blair in an even worse mood.
"Oh, come on Blair, don't you want to open it to see if you got in?" Serena had continued on, not noticing Blair's lack of enthusiasm. After a while that followed, Serena took the letter and ripped it to pieces, squealing with excitement as she read the words,

Blair Waldorf, you have been given the chance to appear on Love Game, the new dating show from MTV. Congratulations!

The letter then went on to give details about how to decline the offer, and also list when and where Blair would need to show up. Even though Serena knew that Blair would get accepted, the cold hard evidence made it much more thrilling, and so she went off on a tangent about how exciting it would be for them both to go and spend a weekend in Hollywood. Blair remained sitting, pretending to listen whilst contemplating refusing the offer – even if she never did back down from a dare.

But it was too late now, she had accepted it, and here she was a month later about to go on set for the second episode of Love Game. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that any guy who would go on this show would be butt-ugly – otherwise, why would he need help getting a girlfriend? All Blair wanted to do was go home. If she hadn't taken the weekend off, she would have been attending a political event for one of her agency's clients. To tell the truth, she would have much rather been working.

"B, I'm just gonna go take my seat in the audience, I'll see you after," Serena called as she was about to leave the room. In actual fact, she was on her way to see Dan Humphrey, her 'friend' on the selection committee, whom she had been seeing for the past few months as he lived in San Francisco.

In the change room next door was Chuck Bass, clad in his best Armani suit with a purple dress shirt and pink bow tie, in true Bass style. He had no idea what had made him decide today was a good idea, but Nate had got his parents (primarily his father) and grandmother to back up the idea, and so here he was. Chuck had decided to make the most of it – he was planning on picking up the girl who sounded like she'd be the most fun in bed, essentially. Then, he would use the money provided to put her up in New York for a week, take her to do something that would constitute as a 'perfect first date' and then from there hope she got cozy enough to spend the rest of the time with him in his suite. It would be the best possible way to recuperate, he thought. Chuck remembered waking up the morning after he and Nate had gone out drinking to a text from Nate telling him he'd been entered in some game show. At the time he couldn't have cared less, most likely because they wouldn't select him and then nothing would happen – but they had, and here he was. He recalled the long nights on which Nate would go on and on about how good this opportunity would be for him.

"Come on, man," Nate persuaded. "Think about it – you're guaranteed a chick by the end of the night, it's so easy you won't even have to try. Just ask the girls a bunch of questions, then select one, take them on a date and exert that Bass charm – they'll be yours for the night."

"Yeah, but the only girls that go on that show are fat, desperate chicks who are too ugly to get themselves a date," Chuck reasoned, "and Nate, I have standards unlike most of the guys that go on those kinds of shows," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Whatever, man, I just thought it would be a good laugh. And, so does Charlotte," Nate pulled the grandma card.

"You asked her what she thought?" Chuck said accusingly, not believing Nate would go behind his back like that.

"Yeah, so what? Your mom and dad thought it would be a good thing too, you know, to lift your spirits or whatever. Although, they aren't exactly thinking along the lines of an easy conquest," Nate laughed.

"I'll think about it," Chuck said with a smirk, "but seriously man, I think it could hurt my rep," he finished, trying to get Nate off his back for at least a few days.

Chuck was brought back when he heard his phone go off. He had no idea who would be texting him at this particular time.

As you all know, MTV is premiering a new reality show, and we hear King C will be making an appearance. But who will he take home – a desperate housewife, or a woman worthy of the queen's crown? Tune in tonight at 8pm to see who our king fishes out. We wish you luck, C, and sincerely hope you don't catch a catfish. You know you love me, XOXO.

- Gossip Girl.

Chuck couldn't believe this – he was 26, and yet the gossip blog that had followed him through high school was still keeping tabs on him, and it happened to want to report his latest activity. What had the world come to? Could no one keep things to themselves anymore? Gossip Girl hadn't posted about him in over a year, and he had begin to think that she had finally given up or moved on to new victims, but he had been proven wrong. Nate had gone to get coffee, and Chuck hoped he would return soon so he could fit in at least one sip before going on stage. Coffee wasn't Chuck's usual beverage of choice, but he figured going on national television tipsy wouldn't be too good an idea. So, here he was sitting and waiting for Nate to bring back coffee, of all things.

"Oh, shit!" Serena yelped whilst outside in the hall, as she ran head first into someone with steaming hot coffee. It spilt all over them, splashing onto her legs and running down to their shoes.

"My bad," a stunned-looking Nate Archibald replied as he looked up, along the long legs and slender frame of the girl he had just hit until he reached her face. He was immediately shocked by her beautiful features and wild blonde hair, "I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, "did I spill any on you?"

"No, not really, just a little splatter on my legs, but it's fine," Serena brushed off his concern, flashing her brilliant smile. She noticed that this boy had amazing blue eyes, and looked like a male model – he was so hot!

"Oh, well that's good," Nate grinned, relieved he hadn't burned the beautiful blonde goddess before him. "I'm Nate," he stated formally, sticking out his hand.

"Serena," she said, taking his hand in hers and shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too," Serena smiled yet again. "Wait – you're not the bachelor tonight, are you?" she questioned.

"No, just a friend of his, here to watch. And laugh. Are you a bachelorette?"

"No, no, just here for moral support," she said with a laugh. It was possibly the nicest sound Nate had ever heard.

"What, is your friend going to be said if she isn't selected?"

"More like she'll be if she is, she doesn't even want to be here but she's stubborn and won't back down from a dare," Serena said, laughing at what Nate guessed to be an inside joke.

"Oh, well, wish her luck," Nate wasn't really sure what to say. This girl seemed to make him tongue tied.

"She won't want to hear it, but I'll let her know. Sorry about your coffee," she said, feeling bad for the waste. He laughed in reply, and Serena noticed how gorgeous this Nate guy really was. God, Blair was going to be very lucky, because any friend of his was bound to be just as hot. She could see his muscles under his shirt – he was so ripped, she just wanted to…god. Serena then realized what she was thinking and who she was on her way to see, and immediately felt ashamed. Standing here, drowning herself in Nate's looks, when she was going to meet Dan, her (secret) boyfriend.

"Well, I better be going, sorry about the coffee again, nice meeting you, bye!" Serena hurried. Nate was taken aback by the suddenness at which she had left, but decided he might see her later, especially if Chuck chose her friend. He walked back into Chuck's dressing room, thinking only of the way her hips moved side to side as she walked away, and how her hair had blown in the wind of the air conditioning. Disposing of the empty cups by way of the rubbish bin just outside, Nate then walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Finally!" Chuck sighed as Nate came through the door, "I was starting to think that I would never get any of that coffee." Chuck looked up to see the empty-handed Nate, and frowned. Nate noticed the look on his best friend's face, and realized he now had no coffee to present him with.

"Sorry, man," he began. "I ran into a girl in the hallway and all the coffee spilt. It ruined my new shoes, if it makes you feel any better," Nate laughed as he thought of Serena once again. Chuck acknowledged that Nate seemed to be daydreaming, and knew that this girl he had ran into obviously wasn't just any chick.

"So who is she?" Chuck asked.
"Oh my god, man, you wouldn't believe how hot she is," Nate grinned like the playboy he was. "Her friend happens to be one of your bachelorettes, so maybe they aren't all ugly after all."

"Hmm, well let's hope not," Chuck said, flashing one of his famous Bass smirks just thinking about Nate crashing into some hot girl in the hall.

Then, across the loudspeaker, a male voice said, "Can I please have all bachelorettes make their ways to the set, and can our bachelor please remain seated until a marshal comes to collect you from your dressing room? Thank you, and here we go," the voice ended on a cheerful note.

Blair groaned as she made her way down the hallway to side set.

A/N: thanks or reading again review with suggestions or comments or even criticism but please make it constructive. I am not sure when the next chapter will be posted I will start writing it on the plane tomorrow but when I will be able to get internet to send it to my Lovely Beta and then to publish I am not sure but I would love some suggestions for the Dating Game show questions as I am not 100% sure of them all yet I would love to read them and add them in thanks for reading :D

xxox

Missy