A/N: So as it is obvious to all of you, this is a J/B/C fic. I am really glad that all you have enjoyed the twist, because that was what this whole fic was riding on. And its a good thing that most of you were disturbed because Jack is going to get really disturbing in this fic. I was so sorurpsied at the amount of reviews I received on just the first chapter that was less than 2,000 words. That has never happened ever, but I am so pleased because I have been working on this outline for weeks. Anyway, thank you so much for reviewing. And as promised, this is a CHair fic, so they meet this chapter. If the chapter titles are weird, sorry, but they're lyrics, as is the name of the fic itself. I had some conflict on when I would end this chapter since I was going to end it later, but I don't really like long chapters as a whole, but especially in hisotrical fics. So sorry for the awkward ending. The chapters will be varied in length depending on the content of the chapter.

Summary: Chuck looked to his sister's companion. His eyes were first attracted to the vibrant color of her dress. Her dark hair spilled in curls down the porcelain skin of her back that he was sure he was not supposed to see. And she turned to face him and for a moment, he forgot he had the ability to even think.

Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me but the SL is all mine. And I cannot claim credit for the awesome characters that make up Chair.

She was a beautiful girl. It was something that Serena had to admit. She watched her nonconservative red dress flare to the floor. Her jet hair flowed past her shoulders and pulled back into a half twist.

There was something, however, that Serena knew was off about her. She tried to shut out her cruel uncle's hand draped across the young girl's waist and Serena could almost spot it.

It was her smile. Cold and fake, Serena had never seen anyone try so hard to appear content. The guests paid their respects as Jack Bass and his new fiancé graced the dance floor and made their way to the banquet table.

Blair was seated next to Serena, away from her fiancée, as was tradition. They couldn't have the betrothed getting too friendly before the wedding.

Serena watched Blair relax immediately as she took her seat. She avoided Serena's attempt at friendly eye contact and she bent her head over the food that she never touched. Eyes followed her with vague interest but one pair made Serena sick.

She saw the way her uncle would gaze upon her with uncomfortable want. And Serena knew why Blair never dared to look up. For the entire dinner, Serena looked worriedly at the seventeen year old girl that would become her aunt with mortified interest. She knew this girl would be torn apart by terror.

Serena was glad to find that she could not have been so wrong.

"... she had to go to the country side."

"Well I would expect so. What of her family? They could not bear the scandal."

"Well I would expect not," Blair said suddenly unexpectedly. Serena's head snapped to the side in surprise at the gossiping women at the table. "The father of her brood was not even her future husband."

Lily's friends looked at her, questioning her audacity.

"You know of the Coatses?" Cecilia Rhodes asked.

"Blair," Serena said under her breath, the first word she ever said to the girl. Blair looked at her coolly, her dark eyes full of composure and Serena knew how much she respected her future family member.

That did not mean she wanted this girl going up against her gossiping grandmother.

"Of course," Blair said easily. "Who do you think convinced the girl to tell her fiancée about her bastard child?"

"Is that so?" Cecelia asked. "How very vindictive."

"How else would I take her place this season?" Blair asked unrepentantly. Cecelia's minions froze, gaging the old woman's reaction.

"That is very creative," Cecelia finally said. Her eyes went to her granddaughter. "Serena, you should take advice from Blair."

Serena could not help but let her face drop.

"Serena is just entering her season as well," Cecelia informed her. "She needs to find a suitable husband. But it seems you have not had such a problem."

Serena watched Blair tense but flashed a smile instead. The table had gone quiet again but no one said a word. Everyone knew Jack's reputation. But they also knew he was a Bass. And no one was saying anything to the contrary.

"Not unless she has met your grandson. Word of his debauchery has spread across the country."

"Yes, Lily, where is that devilish son of yours?"

"Gallivanting off with God knows whom," Bart said darkly, the first words he had said that night.

"I am sorry," Blair said under her breath to Serena, under the conversation that she was not even listening to.

"Excuse me?" Serena asked, surprised that she was being addressed. She was never included in such conversations. Gossip did not interest her and she did not pay attention to politics. She had a season to worry about.

"I did not intend for your grandmother to turn on you in such a manner," Blair admitted. "Sometimes my ambition gets the better of me."

"Ambition?" Serena asked with curious question.

"If your grandmother favors me then I actually have a chance of surviving in this household."

"Surviving."

Serena did not follow.

"Your grandmother is a society matron," Blair said, "if you do not mind me saying so. And gossip is what I do best. It is the only way."

"It did not occur to you to befriend me instead?" Serena asked.

"I did not get the feeling that you were all that fond of me to begin with," Blair answered.

"What do you need to survive here?" Serena asked, but she already knew the answer.

"I need insurance that I will be secure," Blair said. "And pardon me saying so but your uncle is not very stable."

"I do not mind," Serena said. "It is the truth."

Blair finally smiled and it was genuine. Serena smiled back. She realized that this girl could actually be her friend. She was the most honest person she had ever met.

"Would you like to get out of here?" Serena asked lowly. She was sure that Blair would refuse. She liked her but Blair was attracted to the society lifestyle. And it was definitely frowned upon to do what Serena was thinking.

"Go where?" Blair asked in interest.

"My brother was supposed to attend, but he must be downtown."

"Downtown," Blair repeated and Serena had the feeling that it was not the sort of thing Blair would like to attend.

She was wrong.

"Let us go."

"What?" Serena asked.

"If your uncle looks at me one more time like I'm one of his possessions, I will be forced to announce to this table how much opium I will be forced to inhale just to escape."

Serena snorted her wine, realizing that this girl was definitely not just some society debutante.

"When do we leave?" Blair asked enthusiastically.

"As soon as we can get away."

Serena watched in amazement as she watched Blair walk into her brother's club exactly like she had been there before. She had never seen a lady walk into a place of sordidness with such authority. And the strange thing was, the men did not approach her or harass her the way they would use to do with Serena. Chuck immediately put a stop to that. He ordered the gentlemen of the club not to approach his sister. He took care of his family.

But Blair did not have that problem. Serena wondered if it had something to do with that scathing glare that she sent as warning in all directions. Serena would have to ask her how she did that. She was so impressed with Blair's tenacity that she did not realize that they were being watched.

She should have had been looking out for him.

"Well this is a surprise," Chuck's dark voice said over the raucous music as he sauntered towards them. "I thought you would be held up at Jack's engagement party."

"We decided to take the night off," Serena said.

"We?" Chuck asked in immediate interest and Serena knew her mistake.

Chuck looked to his sister's companion. His eyes were first attracted to the vibrant color of her dress. Her dark hair spilled in curls down the porcelain skin of her back that he was sure he was not supposed to see. And she turned to face him and for a moment, he forgot he had the ability to even think.

She was beautiful to be sure. But her dark eyebrows knitted into a scowl and he felt a strange twinge at her immediate skepticism of him. Because no woman had ever looked at him in such a manner. Especially one he had just met without being provoked.

"Blair," Serena said reluctantly. "This is my brother."

"Your brother?" Blair asked, raising an eyebrow. "He is a lot taller than I remember."

"Not Eric," Serena clarified. "This is my other brother."

"Have me met before?" Chuck asked in pleasure.

"I would have remembered," Blair said shortly.

"Is that a compliment?" he asked. But he usually would not. He would just assume.

"No," she said. "I would remember someone I would have met at a brothel."

"When do you go to brothels?" Chuck laughed. "I would like to make sure our schedules match so I know I will see you there."

Her mesmerizing dark eyes blinked slowly at him and she said it.

"I go when I lay with the countless men that are courting me."

Chuck could not help but laugh boisterously at the woman's tact. And he knew she was truly beautiful.

"This is my brother, Charles," Serena finally sighed in defeat.

Both of them did not appear to hear her.

Instead of throwing his arm around her and suggesting they find a private room, he just extended his hand.

"I'm Chuck Bass."

She studied his hand but finally took it, a small smirk to her pretty mouth.

"It would not surprise me," she said darkly, pulling her hand sharply from his. Serena, who had been watching the exchange with great interest, laughed lightly. Of all of her friends, Blair was definitely the first to treat her charming brother in such a manner.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Chuck asked, for the first time doubting himself.

"It means you have done nothing to impress me," she said simply. Chuck's mind was wiped blank at the blunt statement.

"And who are you?" he asked.

"Completely out of your league."

And again, Chuck was rendered speechless. She turned abruptly to Serena.

"I'm parched."

Chuck watched her flounce off towards the imported liquor that certain ladies would find undignified. And he could not look away.

"You should have come to the party, Charles," Serena reprimanded. Chuck rolled his eyes.

"And watch my uncle try to bed our mother again?" Chuck asked with disgust. "I think not."

The entire time, he never looked at Serena. His eyes were trained to the dark haired beauty across the room.

"Do not do it, Chuck," Serena warned. Chuck finally found it in himself to tear his eyes away.

"Do not do what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"I know what is going through your mind," Serena said. "We grew up together. I know you. And I know what goes through your head when a new pretty lady from court graces your life. Do not do it to Blair. She is my friend."

"Apparently."

"I mean it, Chuck," Serena said. "Not this one."

"And what makes her so special?" Chuck asked, finally turning back to her.

"You tell me," Serena said. "You have not so much as suggested deflowering her in the back of your carriage."

"No need to be crude, my dear sister," Chuck said. "And maybe I choose to be more subtle about this."

"When it comes to this sort, you do not know how to be subtle," Serena said.

"Is that a challenge?" Chuck smirked. Serena groaned. That was the wrong this to say. "Besides. What makes this girl so taboo?"

If you had shown up to the engagement, you would know just exactly what your uncle would do to you if he knew.

But before Serena could open her mouth to inform her highly inquisitive brother the truth, Blair returned smelling of Laudanum and Serena clamped her mouth shut. She was unaware of the reason, but she had a feeling Blair would not be in favor of flaunting her impending marriage.

Serena was just glad that her new friend was not in favor of the Absinthe that the establishment was fond of serving. She had tried it once and found her maidenhood had been breached. That was the day Chuck grew furious with the establishment and counted Serena off limits.

She would look at her dark brother and she knew he was not a bad person. He had a bad reputation but he had a good heart. He took care of his family. She knew Blair could use that sort of protection. But it was something she would never get.

"So what is your name?" Chuck pressed, "You have yet to inform me."

"And you have yet to desist your attempts," Blair replied, "no matter how intriguing it is."

"My lovely sister has in fact informed me of your first name," Chuck said. "You know Blair is a very rare and even more beautiful name."

Serena worried at the complement. She knew Blair would not receive any from her soon to be husband and Chuck was always good at flattery.

She need not have been worried.

"If you think that simple flattery is all it takes to take me to bed, you are certainly dallying with a lower caliber of women than I expected."

"You have heard of me, then," Chuck said.

"As you have already insinuated that you have heard of me," Blair said.

"Blair Waldorf, the striking Ice Queen," Chuck recited.

"And Chuck Bass, the incorrigible Devil," Blair sneered back. Serena did not like the smirk they shared as they circled each other like vultures. But they seemed to have forgotten Serena's presence and continued to converse flirtatiously. She knew that Chuck did not know any better but she worried about Blair's forwardness. She knew that they would not be spotted easily by anyone they knew in this sort of establishment, but Jack would surely find out. And that was dangerous.

It was his closeness and her forwardness to the point of bluntness that worried Serena.

"You do not want to pursue me."

Serena wondered if Blair was aware of Chuck's attention. He never did this and it was worrisome. If there was no chance a woman would give herself to him, he just moved on to the next one. But Blair had this strange control over him even though they had just met.

It worried her indeed.

"And why is that?" Chuck asked, equally as flirtatious. Serena just wished they would stop.

"I am engaged to be married," Blair admitted. It only encouraged him. Because if there was one thing a Bass wanted, it was something he could not have.

Serena had enough.

She pulled on Blair's blood red sleeve as a sign. She felt her brother's sharp eyes on her for a moment but relaxed. He was only being her dear brother that she had known all her life. And he was acting in a manner that a jealous lover might act. But Chuck was none of the sort. And he swore to live his life as a bachelor. He would never sleep with one woman exclusively. And for that, Serena was glad. She would hate to see Blair caught in his spider's web.

But he was looking at Serena's one friend who seemed to be genuine like he wanted to consume her wholly. And Blair did not look frightened at all. She looked as though it excited her.

"We must be getting back," Serena said, wondering why the knowledge that Chuck might gain about Uncle Jack's fiancé would be detrimental. But there was something. There was something there that she could not place. And she was sure that they could not either.

Chuck took an invasive step towards Blair to whisper in her ear. "If you must."

Blair cast him an almost bored look. "Let's, Serena,"

Serena gladly turned on her heel to pull Blair away from the advances of her determined brother. Before she could bother, she knew Blair was not behind her. She turned to see Chuck had captured her again.

Chuck pulled at Blair's hand, bringing it sensually to his lips. "I am sure our paths will cross again."

She watched Blair hesitate before snatching her hand away.

"If the fates are that cruel," she sneered before following Serena out of the place, knowing what dark eyes were on her the entire time.