Author's notes: So I got this idea when I was watching last season Scrubs and I proceeded to watch GG that evening. Hope you enjoy! XD

Chuck Fumes and Blair Flares
Summary:
A collection of one-shots depicting Chuck and Blair arguing, when their fireworks turn to bombs and missiles. However, the butterflies, still going strong it seems, always manage to survive, unscathed, through the crossfire. ~mostly CB sprinkled with NJBC bonding~

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Ch02: Natie in the Middle

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Blair sighed in contentment as she leaned back on the chest of her darling, darling boyfriend, Chuck Bass. The scented candles and the mellow candlelight created an ambience of relaxation as she and Chuck lounged in the bath together after a couple of rounds of bedroom activity. Chuck had taken a loofah nearby and began to lazily run it over Blair's shoulders and arms, causing her to giggle at the slightly ticklish sensation it produced.

"I love hearing you laugh," Chuck commented as he nuzzled the exposed side of her neck as her hair was over the other side of her shoulder.

Blair giggled further, more tickled by the butterfly wings fluttering in her stomach. "I have to say, although I miss the familiarity of 1812, I'm starting to warm up to this place, especially this tub."

He chuckled. "Well, I hope you don't get too attached because I'll be moving out soon."

"So soon? You just settled in here a few months ago. Are you moving back to the Palace?"

Dipping the loofah underwater, Chuck shook his head and proceeded to gently run the loofah along her arm. "I'm moving into the Empire as soon as renovations are done."

"Ooh, tell me about your new place."

Chuck continued his ministrations, leaving a kiss every now and then on Blair's shoulder, neck or behind the ear, because she had the most beautiful, soft, flawless skin he'd ever had the chance to touch, and he loved worshipping it in small ways with his lips. "The penthouse has three bedrooms, one bathroom each. And the place has a spacious living room."

Blair's lip puckered in confused contemplation as she frowned. "Penthouse? Isn't it a little too big for just yourself?"

"I'm not going to be alone."

Blair blinked rapidly as the statement processed in her mind. Her back straightened and she swirled her torso around to face Chuck, causing a sludge of water to spill on the tiles in her hasty turn.

'Oh. My. God,' Blair's inner voice was shell-shocked. 'Is he going to ask me...?'

"Y-you're not... you're going to have a roommate?" Blair tried to be casual but, she really didn't know how to react. Did she supply the right opening to let him pop the question of his intention to ask her to move in with him? Did she give away her catching up on his desire to live in with her? Were they moving too fast? Could they live together without conspiring to suffocate the other in sleep when they had their fights? Too many questions and possibilities and scenarios were swimming in her mind right now.

However, while it cannot be disputed that Chuck and Blair knew each other better than the other, they weren't mind readers, and they couldn't always predict the course of the other's thoughts all the time. And at this particular moment, Chuck wasn't able to discern the possible train of thoughts going on in his girlfriend's head, nor could he have predicted that this conversation would lead her to conclude something a bit off track.

"Nate and I decided to move in together."

It was as if a red brick of realization fell from the sky to smack Blair on the head. She wanted to slap her palm on her forehead multiple times for the idiotic assumption her mind had wandered to, thereby getting her hopes up.

Blair blinked owlishly. "Nate?"

"Nate."

"Nate?" Chuck raised an eyebrow at the irate tone of her voice.

"Yes, Nate."

"Nate?" She was now facing him fully.

Chuck was amused. "As in, Nathaniel Archibald, my best friend."

Perhaps it was the frustration she suffered, for thinking that he was going to ask her to move in with him at the start of the spring semester only to be disappointed, that really raised her temper so she just couldn't help but release the pent up indignation inside.

"And when did this deal go down, hmm?"

Chuck's cheeks reddened as he coughed. "Well... I told Nate I'd let him have his own place at the Empire free of charge if he helped me learn how to ride a bike."

1, 2, 3... Blair recounted the items of clothing and shoes and jewelry on her wish list to calm herself. But she found herself unable to rid herself of the impending tantrum as she slammed a fist down the water, causing a splash of bubbles and water. "You cannot move in with Nate!"

Chuck frowned. "Why not? We've already talked about this and we're set on it."

"You said you'd give him a suite in your hotel, not share your penthouse! That's a world of difference in meaning!"

Chuck just rolled his eyes. "Nate and I thought this to be a good idea."

Blair raised an eyebrow in doubt, as if challenging him to share his points on how him and Nate moving in together would be a good idea. "Enlighten me, Bass, because I just don't see the light at the end of the tunnel with the moving truck blocking the way."

Chuck sighed, eyeing his beloved girlfriend seriously, preparing to butt heads with her extremely stubborn stand. "Well, at first I was going to give him a suite like mine back at the Palace, when he suggested that we could just live together--"

Blair rolled her eyes with a huff. "Oh, right. Trust Nathaniel to come up with the "good" idea. I should have known," she scoffed. 'Stupid Nathaniel,' she inwardly cursed.

"Why are you getting worked up about Nate and me having a place of our own?"

Blair looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed in frustration. "Urgh!" She raised her fisted hands and brought it down the water, causing a few splashes. "I hate you, you Basshole!"

Blair knew it was uncalled for, but at this point, she's just struggling not to cry from frustration or disappointment at being let down and knowing that precious Nate is going to be occupying the space that should be hers!

"Blair." Chuck's firm voice caused her to glance at him, though she did not discard her frown. But Chuck was not dissuaded by her harsh glare. "Talk."

She sighed, relenting as she spoke with chagrin "I just can't believe you're moving in with Nate."

"Yes, you've established your incredulity at that, what I'm interested in is why you're taking this so negatively. You and Nate are friends now, right?"

Blair trusted Chuck, but there was no way she was going to reveal her embarrassing sentiment, so she filtered the thoughts she was going to voice out. "It feels like an invasion of privacy, like he's intruding on our personal space."

Because the truth is, she's come to think of his place as a home of sorts. 1812 had been a haven, a getaway not just for her, but also for the Non-judging Breakfast Club, back in the days when they were a solid gang of tightly-knit childhood friends. 821 has become a love nest for the two of them, a sign of his maturity, that Chuck had moved on from his hedonistic lifestyle to settle in for a stable relationship with her. Asking her to move in with him would ensure her that he was ready to spend the rest of the future with her, and she wouldn't be at all afraid to dream of church bells and imagine dark-haired children.

And unlike her relationship with Nate which she always divulged every single detail about them to cause envy from the girls, she preferred the intimacy of her and Chuck's privacy. She loved how it seemed they had a world of their own in his place like they were isolated in a high, high tower with no way in nor out. In their shared paradise, he could be gentle and she could be kind; he could be romantic and she could be caring. They could be all they could be without worrying about the reality that could break them and wedge them apart.

"And it's going to be awkward knowing Nate's a few meters away while we make love, doing who knows what. And waking up after a fulfilling night to spend the morning afterwards in Nate's company is going to ruin my appetite in more ways than one. And I can guarantee you, my ruined mood will definitely ruin your mojo."

Chuck sighs after a while and Blair has vented out enough, on her way to cooling down. He discarded the loofah first before grasping her shoulders to turn her around and she obliged, letting him pull her against his chest again.

"Nate and I thought it would be good for us to try being roommates. Truth be told, our friendship hasn't been the same since junior year and we haven't spent much time together since," Chuck then frowned. "Can you believe he spends more time with Humphrey Dumpty?" he scoffed. "I know I'm a businessman now and I have my own hotel to run, but that doesn't make me any less available than Brooklyn Playboy."

Blair was now a bit amused to learn of Chuck's jealousy towards Dan, though she herself disliked the Brooklyn ex of her best friend. Knowing that particular tidbit made up for her personal embarrassment earlier.

"So, Nate suggests moving in with you to quell your doubts that you are his BFF?" Blair made a sound of contemplation for effect. "Sounds familiar on Nate's part." Chuck chuckled at that, also remembering Nate having bought an apartment for him and Blair to make a statement to Chuck.

"And besides," Chuck placed a kiss on her drenched hair, still with the scent of vanilla from her shampoo, "We'll move in together when the time is right. Well, more specifically when Eleanor has finally fully accepted us and I have your father's permission."

Blair rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "So then what? It's you, me and Nate in your penthouse? No, thank you. I don't want to be Karla dealing with Turk and JD.[1]"

Chuck once again laughed at her reference to one of the few comedy series they both enjoyed as a closet delight. "Don't worry," He kissed her cheek before retrieving the loofah once again to skim the sponge over her skin. "When the time comes, trust me, Nate will not be living with both of us under the same roof unless he has no choice but to crash at our place."

Blair elbowed him as he chuckled, thankful that she was turned away from him so he wouldn't spot her blush. 'Our place,' Blair liked the sound. She then widely smiled in satisfaction as she relaxed in the tub, grasping his arms as she wrapped them around her shoulders.

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[1]Reference to the tv show, Scrubs. XD XD XD

A/n: So, I kinda found it funny that Nate and Chuck are living together. So funny, because I suddenly thought of JD with Turk and Karla. It was amusing to imagine. I'll have another chappie regarding these three. I can't wait to work on it and post it. XD XD XD