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Same Difference

Whenever they met each other, Blair's lips would curl into a smile, but Chuck knew that even back in the first grade, she wanted to rip Georgina Spark's hair out - without the help of Nair for extra satisfaction.

The two of them though, Chuck and Blair, they were friends, or, according to Blair Waldorf, he was "tolerable company." Some of the things that he said turned her stomach and she abhorred the influence he had on her beloved Nathaniel, but she learned to deal with his vulgarity. He did have his uses as well (there may or may not have been an incident regarding a bucket of paint and a girl that dared to show up in the same dress as she did at the Valentine's social at Constance. Carter Baizen, for his own entertainment as the chaperone, may or may not have provided the materials but the little princess herself was not about to get her hands dirty.)...

Nathaniel's 12th birthday party was held in a private suite at the Palace, under the conditions of a deal made between the Bass men. Chuck would have to behave himself in the following month, but that was a small sacrifice to keep his best friend happy. He considered it practice for the bachelor party that he would undoubtedly be hosting within the next ten years for the Waldorf-Archibald wedding. The guest list comprised of a select few from the prestigious families of the Upper East Side - the birthday boy's girlfriend (the one, at the tender pre-teen age, Nate still adored) Serena van der Woodsen, a few unimportant bodies, and, to his utter disgust, Georgina Sparks.

Although it was just as well that she was invited. He wasn't sure if he could stomach hours of watching the couple smile idiotically at each other on the couch, random body parts on top of each other (unfortunately for Chuck, nothing too exciting - someone's head on someone's lap, shoulder, awkward-looking kisses).

Of course, it was the whore's (it would be a few more years and frightening encounters before Chuck could come up with the ingenious fusion that resulted in "Whoregina") idea to play spin-the-bottle. Who else would be so tacky and middle-class? Blair had flat out refused to participate.

He never complained though, as he was on the receiving end of a few kisses himself. When Serena van der Woodsen kissed him, he was surprised at the sloppy and eager way she attacked him. Considering her reputation, he expected someone a little more skilled. Of course Nathaniel would snag the better kisser of the two friends from the moment they met. The blond giggled and sat back while a disgusted curl of the upper lip was glued to her brunette best friend's face. He smirked right back and she decidedly ignored him.

For every time a girl landed on Nathaniel, Blair would insist that the kiss be brief and that he kissed her right after - to "correct the palate." The longer the game went on, it seemed to be helping their relationship more than it was helping Chuck get action. As Blair became more and more possessive, she upped her game - slipping a tongue here, a hand there. Chuck was sure he was going to vomit - was he here to watch the Nate and Blair show?

So he turned away and spun the damn bottle hoping it would land on Sasha Brennan because she had let him put his hand up her sweater before. It spun and the sound of glass scraping against the polished floor sounded like nails against a chalkboard. After a full minute, it seemed, it stopped. Crap.

"Ha! Chuck has to kiss Nate!" He knew he hated slobber-lips Serena for a reason.

"Absolutely not!" He hated to admit it, but Waldorf was adorable when she pouted, even if her lips were swollen from nauseating kisses. Her hair was in curls today and they bounced indignantly along with her head, showing her disapproval through her entire being.

"Oh, believe me. I'm not gunning for that either, Waldorf." Ugh. He was opened to new experiences but... no.

"Then you have to kiss Blair! They were sitting together!" Then again, Serena had her redeeming qualities.

"Woah, Blair's not even playing. Leave her out of this." Nathaniel put a protective arm around his petite girlfriend and Chuck wasn't sure if he should be offended. Was he expecting him to jump her?

"Fine, Archibald. Pucker up, then." Georgina was way too amused for any good to come out of this. He was sure there was a plot somewhere in here.

"I said no!"

"Well, sweetheart, it's you or him." The brunettes faced off each other and the queen knew she was backed into a corner. The question was, would she sacrifice herself to save her king? Chuck looked on curiously as well, all the while hating the fact that he was obviously a black chess piece with Georgina, pitched against the white marble set of Nate and Blair.

She bit her lip, an audible sigh and the most distressed look on her face. Come on, spare the dramatics. Was it really so horrible? The prospect of kissing him? She turned an accusing gaze to him, as if he had willed the bottle to land on them. "Fine, let's get this over with. And keep your everything to yourself."

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do this."

"Trust me, Nate. I would sleep much better at night knowing that my boyfriend didn't kiss Chuck Bass." She shivered at the thought. He wanted her to shiver at the thought of something else, but the sight was satisfying all the same.

He walked over to her slowly, smirk on his face, hands behind his back - the most nonthreatening gesture he could think of without looking like a wuss. He could feel Nathaniel's gaze on him, watching his every move and prepared to defend his princess and Chuck wanted to roll his eyes. Honestly, this role-playing was getting old. He bent over, his face level with hers and, detecting the hesitance in her features, asked (for the first time in his life, mind you) "are you sure?"

He was gobsmacked, to say the least.

A shake of the head, a spitefull comment, sure, but he never expected her to put her hand behind his neck and pull him forward towards her until their lips mashed together in a delightful softness that had him curling his toes in his three-hundred-dollar loafers. He vaguely recalled the last time he had kissed her many many years ago and memorized the way her eyelashes felt against his skin.

Within a second, she pushed him away and he stood for a second, allowing his body to respond to the onslaught of sensations that had rushed through his body. She wasted no time in curling herself against Nate to play the wronged princess.

"Woo! All right, Snow White! Didn't know you had it in you!" Georgina had cheered and the game continued. Chuck was thankful not to have been picked for the next few rounds. He wasn't sure what he would do, especially since his legs were hardly functioning properly.

All seemed to be back to normal before, of course, it went straight back to hell.

The next thing he knew, the predatorial expression on Georgina's face turned towards the little brunette. He hardly registered what was going on, only sound clips playing in his head.

"You scared, Snow White?"

"No way am I kissing a crackwhore."

"Then shall I sample your boyfriend? Didn't think so."

Then his brain exploded. Everything he knew came undone when Georgina lunged and straddled herself onto the girl, hands cupping those soft cheeks, lips twisting to meld with hers. It was the show of a lifetime and he and his best friend had front row seats. Even Nathaniel, the ever protective knight, just watched with slackened jaw the erotic display that seemed to be his birthday present from God. His girlfriend struggled for breath even as the villain grinded her black jeans against her pretty white dress, which was riding up her thigh dangerously. Their breathing and Georgina's shameless moans provided a delightful soundtrack to the movie his mind would undoubtedly be playing over and over...

He never noticed the similarities between them - petite brunettes, pale skin, curled hair, big, deceptively innocent eyes. Sure, that was pretty much where the similarities ended, but he would take what he could get. He knew he couldn't get Blair Waldorf, but Georgina Sparks? Easy.

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That was why he found himself divested of his pesky virginity (although he never really believed himself to be chaste in any sense of the word), wild blue eyes looking at him in a wondrous expression. He would have to make note to avoid her, he could tell. He was sure Carter had a few tricks up his sleeve about avoiding clingy women.

He would call Nathaniel later tonight when he was sure the little Waldorf was no longer in the company of his best friend. Certainly, she would frown upon it immensely or worse, finding him less tolerable due to the company he kept.