A.N: I loved writing this chapter. I am having a great time writing from a different point of view to freshen this story up. Writing from Chuck and Blair's perspective can become tiresome. Even so, I would love to see these scenes from Chuck's perspective so I might flash back in Dangerous Affections but only for a snippet.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Reviews: Kittyes yes the text messages are strange. I cannot get into the mindset of my character when it comes to texting. It is such an extension of our personality these days but I have such a mental block when it comes to writing it. I can't figure out how any of this characters would text each other. Also Serena/Nate are gonna have a tough time in this but the next chapter will have more on that. Right now Nate dropped Serena and Serena thinks Nate is the worse. But that all come around since I love me some NJBC.

We were outside enjoying the warm October breeze in Greece. October meant awesome open aired beach raves on the coast of Mykonos and it was our turn to experience it. People came from all round to party here. I was here to make sure that Blair had the time of her life. We left New York at ten am and got to Mykonos around eleven pm just in time to join a beach party that was occurring in the front of our villa. It was a whirlwind day but a few energy drinks and shots of tequila later we were dancing on tabletops and bars until early in the morning. The sun was peeking out of the sky when we laid our heads down to sleep and I woke Blair up only four hours later so we can go tanning. She responded with what sounded like a growl but I told her that we were only here for 36 hours and we needed to make this worth it. So after a wonderful Mediterranean omelet we were off drinking Bloody Marys tanning on the beach. Best thing about European beaches were that you could sunbathe topless. It was the only way to go truly. I even got B to go topless too. That alone was a successful trip since Blair would normally never let her guard down like this. Then again, she still might actually be drunk from last night.

I sat up and called to our concierge that was waiting for us inside the cabana we were currently not using but rented for the service.

"Another," I asked her holding up the drink and she nodded leaving to retrieve the drinks.

"You know drinking this much and being in the sun is going to lead to a hang over," Blair muttered.

"Yes, yes but you can only get a hangover if you stop drinking. We ain't stopping," I joked enjoying the warm breeze.

"What time is it in New York?" Blair asked.

"Umm around five in the morning," I responded. Blair nodded off and turned to lay on her stomach to tan her back. After the drinks arrived, I followed suit, sitting up on my elbows to sip my drink that Blair left to the side.

"Thinking about a mister that shall not be named?" I asked and she looked at me pulling her sunglasses up.

"Yes. I cannot help but wondering if he is still up drinking or sleeping with some girl," she pouted a little. I could tell she was really concerned and hurt. Blair never really let people in that close to hurt her and when she did she would built up to it for years or month but she just let Chuck into her life so quickly. Falling in love with someone is so much different from just being his or her friend. She seemed to have fallen for him rather quickly. I had very little time to adjust to this and frankly, I still found it a little unbelievable.

"Maybe he won't sleep with any other girls this week," I offered not really believing what I was saying myself.

She laughed. "Its not the sleeping with other girls that bother me. What is one more girl out of hundreds? I just don't want him to think I regret it. It was the most wonderful day in my life so far and I don't want him to think that he did not make it spectacular. You know how he gets when he broods… Maybe I shouldn't assume that he would brood or that he cares enough to," she said shrugging away her thought.

"Why would he think that you regret it?" I asked a bit confused since she only told me how they went multiple rounds and how wonderful everything was.

"He asked me if I did that night before we went to sleep. And I didn't answer and I left before he got up," she said. I carefully thought about the information sipping my drink. But my surprise at her lack of response must have given my thoughts away as Blair groaned and grabbed the drink drinking a quarter of it down.

"Why didn't you answer?" I asked wondering if she did regret part of it in some way.

"I was thinking. I was too embarrassed at the moment to admit that my regret was only asking for one night. We had just gotten into a weird argument about his mother and me prying for information. It was too much," she rambled. I tried to piece together the pieces of information but frankly, I was still a bit confused.

"When we get home you can clear this all up. I know Chuck may not be a relationship guy but maybe he will change for you," I offered and she gave me a bitter smile.

It was in a daze that I finally woke up around noon. I rolled out from under the woman that was laying over my body. I was in need of water since my mouth felt like ashtray. Needless to say we had an epic time last night. We got so drunk I barely remember the end of it. When I finally made it to Chuck suite yesterday I could tell he was pissed off that I was the last person to arrive since everyone else was already here and he hates to socialize too much. He only this this to keep his reputation as the 'man'. But I could care less about making his life easier. Mostly I got really drunk and stood far away from him. None of the other guys cared enough to notice the riff between us but I knew Chuck knew that something was up. Usually when I was drunk I made loud declarations that he was the fucking man and he was my best friend and there was a fat chance that that would happen now. Chuck was just a liar in my eyes. I asked him straight out if he had a thing for Blair and he said no. At least I think he said no as I tried to think over the conversation we had outside the brunch and before it. But honestly I could barely remember my own middle name at the moment.

Rubbing my eyes I made my way to the kitchen stepping over my lacrosse friends Hank and Tom who were passed out by the entrance. The room was a two-room suite and Chuck had dibs on the larger room since he was paying for it and the second room was for whoever there first, which was I last night. I was shocked to find Chuck sitting on the bar stool sipping an espresso reading the New York Times with a robe on. He did not look worse for wear rather he looked bored. Chuck succeeded in appearing effortlessly in control at all times.

"Chuck?" I croaked.

"Morning Nathaniel, I hope you had fun last night," he commented his eyes never picking up to look at me.

"It was alright," I mumbled as I fumbled with the glass.

"Well I hope you are in better spirits today. You were negative yesterday and you were really bringing down the mood. Come on where is single Nate," he joked and I tensed up. I debated whether I should confront him now. Was it the right time or should I wait. I was boiling over and suddenly I erupted as I tried to grab him from over the island.

"What the fuck!" he yelled out as he pulled away from my grasp confused as his small espresso cup fell staining the paper.

"You slept with her, you fucking ass," I growl as I charged around the island but Chuck was circling it making sure to stay out of my way. If I was not so hungover, I probably could catch him.

"What… who that girl from last night? Cindy, dude I didn't even fucking sleep with her," he confessed.

"No not some fucking random chick. Blair!... You slept with Blair," I yelled out as I tried to pick up my pace hoping to catch him.

"What… what… dude. How did you… did she tell you," his face blanched with fear confirming that it was true. Before when Jenny had shown me the picture of the two I figured they had made out but I was not sure about them sleeping together but Chuck's response proved it.

"She is mine!"

"She was yours. She kept throwing it you and you did not want it. So I took it," he sneered at me.

"You prick. I bet you just one and done her. Right? You are a fucking animal dude… is no women off limits. Holy fuck man, having a shitty dad and a dead mom is not an excuse to treat everyone around you like garbage," I rattled off taking a break from the constant running around the island we were doing.

"I treated her like a fucking princess! You were the one who constantly treated her like less than while you worshipped Serena," he reminded me. I knew what I did to Blair was wrong. I knew I hurt her over the years but I was sure I would have treated Blair better than Chuck did for her first time. I would have been a gentlemen because I loved her in some regards and her only saw her as a pair of legs.

"I bet she regrets it," I said even though I had no proof. For I knew they were still sleeping together and she could be laying in Chuck's bed now laughing at me.

But my word must have hit a nerve because Chuck stood dumbfounded staring at me blankly and I rounded on him. I landed a punch to his face before I threw another one to his gut. He finally responded throwing punches and landing a few. I constantly called him a bastard as he yelled out curse words at me.

"Dude, are they fighting fighting or this like a wrestling match or like foreplay," someone muttered from the doorway.

Suddenly Chuck fell back and I threw a few punches at his face before someone pulled me off him. I realized it was Tom and Hank who looked confused and half-asleep.

"Man, what is going on here?" Tom asked looking between Chuck and I. Chuck look thoroughly beat up as he spat blood out of his mouth. I looked on with pride beginning to smile at the beating I gave him when I suddenly felt the pain in my face and the spilt lip.

"Get the out Nathaniel. I never want to see your fucking face again," he yelled but I was already walking out of the door committed to honoring his words.

O Boże. Miss. Eleanor was preparing for a small dinner party tonight with the heads of the departments of her company in a celebration of the launching of the winter line. She had just asked me to ensure that Blair's Waldorf original dress which was tailored last week be taken upstairs to Blair. But I knew Miss Blair would not be there. I stared at the marron cocktail dress alone in the foyer since. Eleanor left to the kitchen to direct the staff she hired for the night. She never gave me a chance to explain that Miss Blair was not here. She had not been back since Thursday morning.

"Dorota, I thought I asked you to take that up. Where is Blair? It is not like her to sleep this late or not be out ordering the chef around," she pondered. I knew this was my moment.

"Miss Eleanor, Miss Blair is not here," I said.

"Well the event doesn't start for another 4 hours so that is okay. Just put the dress in her room," she told me turning around to the kitchen staff who presented her with the final menu.

"No, No. miss Blair not in city I think," I tried to explain while wincing knowing that Miss Blair's dramatic flair up were inherited from her mother.

"What do you mean not in the city? Where on earth could she had gone. She was here last night," she said still turned away from me not recognizing my distress. My, goodness I was going to have to spell it out for her. This was not going to be a good day.

"Miss Blair was not home last night," I corrected making Eleanor turn to look at me glancing away from the menu she was checking. She put her glasses on her head.

"Where is she then?" she asked tensing up.

"I do not know. I only know that she ask for a luggage and her passport," I confessed.

The menu was cut on beautiful paper stock. It was thick with a gold embroidery given to her from the special French chef she had hired for tonight. He was Blair's favorite but he was hard to book so whenever he was here Blair would spend at least an hour practicing her French pretending to be his sous chef. The menu crafted by Miss Blair and him previously for tonight floated to the ground as it slipped through Mrs. Eleanor's hands her face changing to fear as she realized that her teenage daughter left not only the city but also the country.

"Where to? You must know," she said her voice raising and face displayed clearly.

"No. I don't know. She just asks for packed luggage and her passport on Friday," I explained.

"She asked. She was not here on Friday to do it herself, then?" she questioned. And I winced knowing I betrayed a secret that Blair probably did not want her to know. I knew she was most likely with Chuck after the photoshoot since Gossip Girl posted pictures of them at dinner on Thursday night. When she asked for the bag, she told me to drop it off at the Palace Hotel where Mr. Chuck lived. I still did not think Mr. Chuck was good for Miss Blair but she was smiling so much in those pictures from dinner and looked so wonderful that he could not be all-bad. But that was two days ago now. I just hope she was not off with Chuck married on some beach in Mexico. I held my breath trying to think how I should answer. The elevator that opened up to a frazzled Jessica Mrs. Eleanor's assistant who saved me.

"I don't have time right not. Go to my office," Eleanor said harshly to Jessica.

"This is… is impor-important," she shuttered obviously very afraid of Eleanor.

"Jessica not right now I am trying to find out where my daughter has run off to."

"This is about your daughter," she responded. Miss Eleanor's face turned pale as she feared the worst. I turned waiting for the girl to speak up and finished. I was concerned since I had no clue if Miss Blair was okay as well. I was one second from slapping her to speak when Eleanor beat me to it.

"Go on," Eleanor snapped.

"We just got word that her and a friend are the new face of Jacob's new male line. Apparently, Blair's solo shot might also be used to promote his female line exclusively as while. I am not sure of all the details," she rushed out. I breathe out in relief since there was no bad news.

"That is nonsense. Blair knows better than that. She would never do that to me or Waldorf Designs," Eleanor said flippantly she turned back to me to grill me about Blair's location but the look on my face must have confirmed Jessica's information.

"Jessica go to my office and get Marc's people on the line. Now," she demanded all the while glaring at me. Once we were alone Mrs. Eleanor began yelling.

"Dorota you must know where she is or with who. Why is she doing this to me!"

"I know nothing. Please calm down. I'll get you pill," I told her hoping a valium would calm her down some.

"My life my company.-," she was cut off by Jessica who yelled out that the call was connected in Miss Eleanor's home office. She stormed away from me. As soon as she left I walked over to the alcohol that was being put out for tonight and poured myself a shot of vodka. This was going to be a long day.

Before long, Miss Eleanor came out of her office fuming. Before she was upset, she was livid now. Her face was reddening as she paced the foyer. I entered and asked if she needed anything. She was scaring the wait staff she hired.

"How could she do this to me? She signed a release saying her image can be used to advertise for his female line with her name. My name! My company's name. He is my competition. I can see it now introducing Blair Waldorf for Marc Jacobs. This is unbelievable. I needed the profit margin to be good this year. Ugh… then with Chuck Bass. I know this is all his doing they are probably off together somewhere. When she gets back she is going to be punished-" she stopped and looked at me her anger deflating. "She is coming back, right?" she asked.

"Yes, yes. I only packed a few clothes plus Miss Blair would not leave all her headbands and vintage Chanel here," I explained and she nodded. That is why when the elevator opened up to reveal a tired and dazed Nate I very confused.

He analyzed the scene quickly and asked if Blair was around. Before I could answer, Miss Eleanor beat me to it. "No, she is probably with that no good friend of yours, Chuck," she sneered at him. His back straighten and he grimaced making me notice the bruising on his lip and eye.

"Gotcha," was his only response as he turned and left. Yes, really long day. Hopefully once Miss Blair comes back everything can get back to normal.

Yawn. Boys and Girls it seems like nothing has happened on Friday to entertain me. You have all been a little too lost on this weekend. Bring a little spice into my life and have some fun because you know I will be watching. Happy Saturday XOXo

We were in the taxi going to a gay club Porta to start our night when we got the gossip girl blast. I was happy it was not about Chuck since Blair was finally in an upbeat mood and I knew any mention of him would throw off the night. I was determined to let her have fun tonight but I knew I needed to watch. She was already borderline tipsy already.

"Come on lets go," she said with an uncharacteristic fist pump in the air. Rolling my eyes, I handed the cabbie my credit card waiting for the transaction to go through but nonetheless excited for today. We started with sunset drinks at Ai Yianni and Blair had her fair share.

"Thanks for taking me here," Blair told me as we made our way through security.

"Of course B"

"I mean its crazy and we only have like 36 hours here and traveled almost as much but really was able to take my mind off Chuck for the most part," she continued with a smile. Our friendship really was making leap and bounds on this trip.

"Plus we are probably having more fun than Chuck and Nate," I added on with a wink.

After my comment for a short moment, when we were being escorted to our table that made me reflect on how and why Blair and I almost lost our friendship. I cannot believe I almost let that go. Blair is the person I go to when my world is falling apart. I almost lost that for a boy that fucked me only hours before proposing to Blair. I do not know how to understand his action or where the boy that I once thought was a modern day knight. Part of me wondered back to him but I tried to push past that in my mind.

Once inside among the vast of men we were showed the VIP section which cost us a grand but was worth it to be able to dance and drink away from the muggy dancefloor. Our bottle girl brought over our champagne and tequila. Within minutes of taking shots, we were down on the dance floor dancing along to the EDM music. Later tonight, we were heading over to Cavo Paradiso that has a dance floor perched floating over the sea. We planned to dance until the sun came up over us tonight not wanting to think about the long cross Atlantic flight tomorrow.

After leaving the rented suite in the morning with a massive hangover, I stopped by Blair's on my way home to discover that Blair mother also knew about Blair and Chuck. Since Eleanor knows about ten percent of what is happening in Blair's life I can assume that they were obvious about what they were doing. Everyone but I knew. I felt like an idiot.

I slept for a few hours. Waking up to discover the fresh bruising on my face was surprising and a bit shocking as I remembered how and who I fought with. My mother was lounging in her room watching home videos drowning herself in wine. It was as my father had died. She stopped taking visitors and attending her social meetings letting my grandfather handled the legal affairs concerning my father. Truth was I was probably beating my mother drink for drink today. I was supposed to be having a lost weekend and I attended to spend it drunk or high or both. Hell Chuck was throwing it for my benefit mostly. It was to celebrate the end of Ivy week but really, it was to uplift my spirits after my father's arrest and my newfound bachelorhood. I was not there to enjoy all because Chuck was incapable of keeping it in his pants.

Fucking Chuck. That bastard. How dare he sleep with Blair behind my back. How dare he act like nothing was going on with them. Sitting alone in my room rethinking the past 24 hours I scrolled through my phone trying to find something to do to take my mind off the past month. However all my other friends were out with Chuck at the Marquee about now. He was out with my friends fucking my girl. Throwing back another glass of whiskey, I got up. I was determined to ruin his night for him.

When I arrived at Marquee, I discovered my name was still on Chuck's VIP list, which let me get through the door attendant easily. Making my way inside I found him lounging on the sofa one hand wrapped around a women while his eyes watched the model that was dancing on the table. Some of the guys were there and drunk enough to greet me with a cheer when I arrived. Chuck noticing me glared his jaw clenched and me down. He bruising on his face was clear and I puffed with pride at the damage I done. My fist curled as I stepped forward closer to him.

"Get up," I told him. I knew I could not strike him since he was sitting so close to that model.

He very carefully got up after removing his hand from the women he was sitting next to. Standing up he stood face to face with me, he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

"Leave now Nathaniel," he harshly breathed out.

On instinct, I pushed him back earning myself a punch. Instead of throwing one back I rammed into him with my shoulder throwing him back over the sofa he was just sitting on onto the women that was there making her scream loudly. Chuck quickly got back up and threw a punch I easily took before I went in for a gut punch. Crouched over Chuck ran into me throwing my back on to the table. That was the last move I made that I remember. Everything else was a blur of hits and he even got me into a choke hold at one point. Security pulled us off each other and into the arms of police. Without asking our names, we were placed into a squad car and driven away from the scene. The cold metal around my wrist. I slumped my head on the back of the passenger street. My mother was going to kill me. This might actually ruin her. First my father arrest and now her son. Chuck next to me I realized that was not as drunk kept demanding the officers to release us or they would regret it. They only laughed.

"Hey don't call Anne. I will call Bart," Chuck whispered low to me. I looked up and nodded in a silent thank you.

I lost Blair. Dorota was going to kill me. She was going to sick the polish mob on me. I was never going to go back to New York. We in the Cavo Paradiso for a few hours now and in the vast crowd I lost a very drunk Blair. I was past the point of freaking out I scanned the club on my way to security to ask for help when I heard her voice.

"When he kisses me it like woah. You know…. Bass probably kisses all his girls like that tho," I heard her say. I could only see the back of her head as she was sitting on the sofa with a guy by the edge of the pool area. Briskly I moved to catch up to her. I called out to her but I guess she could not hear me.

"So you are one of Bass's girl now huh," the person said sounding quite amused. I stopped second away from them when I realized I recognized the voice.

"Carter?" I said interrupting them confused. He turned to look at with his classic smirk. I felt on edge but intrigued at the same time. He always put me on my guard. When we were younger and he was only beginning to corrupt, Chuck I always had a slight crush on him until he got sleazier with age and that allure fell away. But sitting here in a linen white breezy top with a sun kiss tan I suddenly remembered how he was able to easily bed so many women.

"I believe we found Serena, Blair," he said making Blair squeal when she saw me.

"I am sure you look hard and long for me," I said rolling my eyes I walked around the sofa to sit next to Blair.

"Carter thinks I can convince Chuck to date me," she said over excited and quite drunk.

"That's supportive," I said glaring at Carter still wary of him.

"I figure he is a lost puppy starved for love. Show him a little bit and he will be humping your leg all day," Carter said excitedly for Blair's benefit making her smile.

"How romantic," I said while rolling my eyes.

"You can always try to get him jealous," Carter baited and Blair looked on intrigued, as did I. He then whispered something into her ear. Next thing I knew they were making out and I felt a drop in my stomach that felt a lot like jealously. Before I could stop him on his far hand, he used his cellphone to snap a photo.

"Gossip Girl will love this," he said and I jumped up and over Blair to grab it from him but he got up and put it in his pants pocket. Blair was laughing at the whole things. That's it she was cut off. I tried to grab it but I ended up grabbing a lot of his thigh.

"Don't send that," I warned.

"Are you getting frisky Serena," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Maybe a dance will convince me not to," he said looking at me intensely never breaking eye contact. Suddenly that jealously I was feeling before turned into lust.

"Lets dance," Blair said grabbing us and pulling us towards the dance floor.

1 The headache of figuring out the time distance and the air travel killed in high school math and it killed me again. So I figured out you gain New York is seven hours behind Mykonos (when it is noon N.Y.C it is 7pm in Mykonos) and it takes about 12 hours to travel there. So if the girls leave at 10:30 am New York time they will arrive at 3 pm New York time making it 10 pm Mykonos time. Also all the club locations are real.

A.N: Only after writing the first Nate/Chuck fight scene did I realize that Chuck is only in a robe and Nate was in boxers, which made the scene funnier than I originally planned. I thought the running around the island in the kitchen thing is totally something I did with my siblings when I was younger and we were chasing each other. So it was supposed to show that sibling in-fighting as well as a major disruption to their friendship. Two fistfights might seem like overkill but I wanted them both to 'win' one each. To fight out all that tension. Next chapter is the beginning of their mending of friendship but not in the way Serena and Blair have. I so in love with the Chuck/Nate scene in the next chapter.

Carter needed to appear in the lost weekend but I did not want his disrupting the Nate and Chuck scenes so the girls found him Greece. I loved the Serena/Carter thing later and I kinda wonder how it would look if the show tried to develop that early on. That being said Carter is not going to show up in NYC. He is going to remain in Greece in my timeline/universe. I do see him coming back for the debutante ball for Serena but I am not planning to write that in to Dangerous Affections. He will be in the next chapter to finish off that story line. It is coming together and there is a method/plan to this story since beginning. So thank you for following along.

Dorota was our surprise POV because I just adore her and miss writing her. I just wanted to remind everyone that Eleanor is going to be livid with Blair at their first interaction. In addition, the Nate showing up at Blair is only to pour salt in his wound.

As always review and let me know what you think. Only one more chapter left to this one and I promise it will be interesting.