I am supposed to be sleeping right now, cus me and my family are leaving for Germany tomorrow, but I wanted to do a quick update. Here you go. genießen Sie diese;

The next following days had gone by slowly, Chuck was excited but also nervous. Tomorrow was the big day and Chuck didn't know how to feel. All he could think about was her, but were his feelings returned?

His nephew, Carter Baizen, had visited him yesterday and were to stay with him for the following two weeks. Right now Carter was supposed to help Chuck pick out his costume for the masquerade ball, only instead of helping, he found more joy in teasing Chuck about his never ending crush. He had know his nephew had been lusting over the princess of England for years now and he understood why; Blair Waldorf was beauty itself. But he wasn't the dating type, himself.

''Seriously little Bass, you need to lose it sometime. Don't cave to your wishes for too long, Blair Waldorf is out of your reach.'' Carter teased him, while he and Chuck searched through the many clothes.

''Don't refer to me as little ever again, Baizen,'' Chuck sneered back, ''and just because you chose to lose it with the first blonde skank that caught your eye, doesn't mean I should too.''

''You know ,Bass, that's just little boys talk. I cannot wait to see you when you've finally lost it. The first few weeks after are so… educational.''

Chuck rolled his eyes, ''I'm sure they are, nephew of mine.''

Carter began changing the subject like they hadn't just talked about something slightly awkward.

''What are you planning on doing when you see her again?'' he smirked, ''Take her for a long walk through the palace gardens? Or maybe something more intimate?'' Well not really.

''You know that the opportunity of getting caught really gets you really excited, especially the first few times.'' he smirked.

''I'm sure it does, but I'm not planning on doing anything she doesn't want to do.''

''You really are whipped, dude!'' Carted laughed defiantly and after a few moments Chuck joined in. Carter was his nephew, this was usual talk; whatever Carter joked, Chuck joked right back. They cared for each other, though they would never say that out loud.

''Have you picked something out yet, Blairbear?''

Blair turned to her father with irritation, ''No, I can't seem to find the perfect dress, daddy! This is hopeless!'' She panicked.

Harold chuckled, ''How about this one?'' he asked as he picked up a silver one with black stripes on it. She immediately shook her head.

''No, I wore that one two weeks ago at the Roosevelt's ball!''

''Okay and what about that piece over there, I've never seen you wear that dress.''

''No it doesn't match any of my headbands.''

''Hmm…'' Harold studied the rest of the possible choices and then pointed to another one of them.

''Maybe that one-'' a yellow mid-thigh dress.

''Too ugly.''

''Or that-'' a blue strapless one.

''Too blue.''

Harold chuckled and raised his eyebrow, while he looked at his daughter, ''Too blue? Darling are you sure this is about the dresses and not about a certain young brown-haired boy?''

Blair smiled fakely, ''I don't know what you are talking about, daddy.''

''Blairbear, you are my daughter, I know when you're lying to me and you just lied to me.'' he told her, which after she sighed and gave in.

''Fine, this might and I repeat might, be about Chuck. I don't understand what's wrong with me, daddy! He was all I could think about for the past few days.''

She watched hopelessly as her father began to smile with joy.

''What is it that is so funny about it, daddy?''

He smiled for a second more, then wrapped his arms around his daughter and laughed, ''I think you found your prince, my sweetheart.''

When Chuck, Bart and Carter entered the ballroom, the event was in full swing. Everyone was enjoying the beautiful pomp and circumstance. And everyone was having the time of theirs lives, well almost everyone.

When he eventually spotted her dancing with one of the king's hired chefs, she looked bored and she was trying to hide it, in vain. He smiled at the sight of her. The small dress she was wearing hugged her small frame and it matched with her headband. Her purple headband, his favourite colour, which he adored on her. She was breathtaking and extremely… hot! Then he felt something strange down below, something he had never felt before, but before he realised what it was, their eyes locked causing him to forget what he was thinking about.

Their fifth dance ended as the music stopped. Both only noticed that they were still staring and holding each other until someone cleared his throat.

''Hey Bass, why don't you introduce me to your friend.'' Carter Baizen smarmed.

Chuck, who was a bit irritated at his and Blair's ruined moment, smiled with sweet sarcasm and turned to his older nephew.

''Right, Carter this is Blair Waldorf. Blair this is Carter Baizen my nephew.''

Blair smiled sweetly, like Chuck, only without the hostile meaning, and extended her hand, ''Hi Carter, Chuck has told me about you.''

Carter shook her hand with a smirk.

''He has? Only bad things I hope.''

Chuck smiled nervously, not really knowing were this was headed.

''He has told me about you too,'' Carter smirked, ''to be honest all he ever talks about is you.''

Chuck's eyes widened making Carter's smirk widen too. Blair only blushed and smiled shyly.

''He never seems to think about anything else all day, have I told you that he-''

''Wow! Okay, Baizen, I think Blair has heard enough. Want to get some fresh air, ms Waldorf?''

Blair had only time to nod before she was dragged away towards the exit. Chuck was pissed, but relieved too. Carter had been making it easier by making Chuck seem like a complete idiot. He glanced behind him one last time to see Carter smirk at him as he gave him a thumb up and mouthed a 'have fun'.

They were family after all.

Finally the smell of fresh mowed grass calmed him. There were no clouds and it was full moon. She looked even more magnificent (if that was even possible), in moonlight. They found a bench and sat on it, neither of the two minding that their hands never released the other.

''It's beautiful isn't it?'' Blair whispered.

''What is?''

''The moon.''

He nodded.

''It is.''

She turned to him, ''So where do you come from?''

He turned to her. Confused.

''What do you mean?''

''You said it was your first time in London. But you work with your father in the kitchen, right?''

He nodded sadly, ''I'm sorry I lied, it just flew out. London is were I was born. I never left.''

''It's okay. I just wanted to know what it was like, you know, outside London or at least outside this palace.''

He nodded, then silence.

An idea came to mind.

''Well Carter and I are supposed to go swimming tomorrow at the lake a few miles from here, would you like to join us? I know that you are a princess and all, but you could go undercover.''

Blair laughed at that.

''That's very sweet of you, but I don't think I go anywhere without people knowing about it.''

''Maybe if you're dressed like a kitchen help or something like that, you could manage to escape safely.''

Blair thought about it.

''Maybe.'' she smiled. He smiled back.

''Don't worry, Carter's the best smuggler I know, he'll get you past the paparazzi.''

Blair giggled, which Chuck found very adorable. Adorable; a word he never used.

''You're so sweet, Chuck Bass.'' she smiled.

And then she leaned in and kissed him. It was so out of the sudden, it struck him, it wasn't like this was the first time he had been kissed. Because kissing was something he was good at. But Blair was the girl of his dreams. He finally responded to the kiss. Immensely enjoying the pleasure it brought him and feeling something weird inside his belly. His first real kiss had been awful, wet, sloppy and disgusting. But this was something else. He would never forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Pure passion, pure sweetness, pure love.