Wednesday 7:14pm Dinner the Waldorf penthouse January 17th 2001

"Blair don't slurp, and sit up you are not the hunchback of Notre Dame!"

Eleanor Waldorf trills at her twelve year old daughter. Her fork paused in the air as Harold eats contentedly completely ignoring the comment. Blair's eyes widen slightly and she instantly corrects her posture and drops her spoon into her bowl with a clatter.

"Sorry mom…" Blair mummers looking down at her hands which she places in her lap

After a few seconds of muffled chewing and Blair's silence, Dorota bustles in carrying a seven layer coconut cake. Blair gasps in delight while her mother scrunches up her nose in disapproval.

"Dorota what is this? You know the house is on a diet…"

Dorota blinks her eyes at Eleanor for a moment before glancing at Blair warily and answering her mistress.

"Miss. Blair no-tell you? She make honor roll top of her class, last month… we celebrate now you home."

Eleanor's eyes bug out totally shocked, she looks at Dorota who is busily fussing over the cake. Eleanor slowly turns her head to look at her daughter with a perplexed look that shows a great deal of emotion. Blair looks down at her plate of food to escape her mother eyes, as a nauseous feeling of guilt settles into her gut. Eleanor then turns to Harold who smiles at her widely and nods his head.

"I didn't know that…Blair—Harold why didn't you say anything?"

Harold cuts her off standing up to pat Blair on the shoulder before taking the cake knife from her.

"You were in Paris we forgot to mention it; you're here now let's celebrate!"

Eleanor rolls her eyes and grins at her husband before taking the offered slice of cake from him.

"Well I'm very proud of you darling, but we mustn't gorge Blair, you and I have to watch are figures."

Blair smiles at her mother brightly desperately wanting to please her. She hardly touches her slice of coconut cake despite the fact that it is her absolute favorite. Instead she takes only two or three small bites before retiring to bed with a fake yawn. Dorota is startled out of her bedtime reading later that night when she hears noises in the kitchen. Rising from her bed to investigate, she pads down the short hallway to poke her head into the kitchen, only to discover a pajama clad Blair cutting into the coconut cake, as silent tears glide down her face.

"Miss Blair…" Dorota questions timidly at the door way.

"I'm fine Dorota go back to bed." Blair swipes at her tears before smiling at the portly maid over her shoulder.

"You not look fine Miss Blair." Dorota complains walking to Blair to lay a hand on her shoulder.

Blair shakes the comforting hand off before looking up at her maid with glassy eyes.

"She makes me feel like a criminal every time I eat." Blair shakes her head trying to rid her mind of Eleanor Waldorf's disapproving face.

"Oh Miss Blair…" Dorota soothes embracing the little girl in her arms. Blair rests her head against Dorota's ample bosom her silent tears soaking the maid's nightgown. After a moment of standing there Blair rears back to look at Dorota.

"I want to be perfect for her…" The little girl whispers timidly.

"You are perfect" Dorota murmurs before cupping Blair's cheek with her hand." Just the way you are Miss Blair."

Blair nods her head before regaining her self control and stepping out of the warm embrace to stare at the coconut cake with cold eyes.

"You can throw it out Dorota."

"But Miss Blair!" Dorota stammers eyes wide in shock. Blair glances up at her briefly before turning for the kitchen stairs.

"I don't need any distractions Dorota…Throw it away!" She snaps before stomping up the stairs like a little disciplined solder. Blair's new resolve falters the next morning when she wakes her up to discover that her mother and father have already left for work, in spite of the fact that it is Saturday and that they had promised to take her ice skating.

"Oh well, Que sera sera"

Blair mummers cheerily resolving to shake it off and move on. After getting dressed and eating half of her yogurt parfet she decides to call Chuck.

"So Chavatal, she thinks we're both working on my volumeter."
Blair snaps into the phone before chuck can even say hello, Her words and volume result in a flustered wide eyed Dorota.

"You're what?"
Chuck asks incredulously as Blair waves off Dorota's shocked expression with a wave of her hand before stomping into the study to stand before a table which is strewn with weird looking tubes.

" Our experiment Bass remember! There's like a mouse involved." Blair shakes her head, her voice bordering on rage

"Oh yes our experiment… how is our little test tube fetus doing?"

Blair growls into the phone with indignation before answering in an enraged voice.

"You're revolting, and it's a rodent just like you!" Her words make Chuck chuckle.

"Yes well I'm busy at Georges house were working on our own chemistry experiment."

Blair's eyes to go wide and her lips from a thin line when she hears Georgina Sparks throaty giggle in the background. After a moment of silent meditation on all things "Gracekellyan" she regains her composer.

"So you think that's fair? I mean I do all the work and you just..." Blair trails off exasperated

"I never said I was doing it." Chuck snaps leaving a somewhat developed topless Georgina Sparks on his bed, and walking out the door.

"She's giving you credit, so...look, I already executed the entire apparatus..." Blair points to the table again her finger shaking with silent rage.

"The apparatus..." Chuck smirks wickedly

"So, I think the least you can do, is just help me work on it." Blair demands hands on hips

"You want me to work on your apparatus." Chuck replies suggestively before climbing into the back of his limo and giving Arthur the silent signal for the Waldorf residence.

"Bass! Are you goanna help me or not? Yes or no?" Blair snaps ticked off

"Oh God. Yes." Chuck sighs breathily into the phone before hanging up and trying desperately to tame any wicked thoughts about his best friends, girl friend, but it's no use and he has to have Arthur drive around the block so that he can shake off his growing erection.

When Chuck arrives Dorota is there to greet him with a huge smile.

"Dorota my love!" Chuck smirks taking the blushing maids hand and kissing it with a playful glint in his eye.

"Oh, Mr. Chuck, I so glad you here Miss Blair in a terrible state… Miss Serena stop by, before her photo shoot--- they in study."

Chuck nods in understanding before shrugging off his coat and handing it to Dorota. After which Chuck begins to mentally prepare himself to face a jealous Blair Waldorf. His hips sway as he roguishly swaggers into the Waldorf study. Upon entering he discovers the respecting blond and brunette staring fixedly at the forest of scientific equipment that is currently sitting on top of the round oak table.

"That mouse can breathe, right?" Serena questions, quietly her blue eyes staring at the tiny little white mouse.

"It's measuring heat and energy. If it couldn't breathe then...this…clamp's coming loose." Blair sighs leaning over the table to play with the clamp. Serena nods and presses her nose to the glass beaker which is currently holding the mouse captive.

"Poor mouse. I hate just being in an elevator." She sighs looking at the animal with pity.

Chuck clears his throat trying to gain Blair and Serena's attention, his shoulder is leaning against the doorframe. "All right I'm here, so what's it called again? A volvo...."

"A volumeter." Blair snaps distractedly while writing down data on a clipboard.

Chuck smirks at her ponytail and red stained lips before pushing off the door frame to stand behind her his hungry eyes devouring the loose tendrils of hair at the nape of her neck.

"And what's it do again?" Chuck questions wanting to hear her voice again.

"It measures pressure."

Chuck nods and moves to bring a chair up so that he can sit between the two girls.

"Yeah, but like, what kind.? Air pressure? I mean, there a lot of pressures." Serena questions

"Acupressure? Emotional Pressure?" Chuck provides smirking at the clueless blond.

Serena nods and smiles at Chuck before continuing. "I mean the mouse itself must be under pressure…" Serena trails off sucking on a cherry flavored lollypop, after a moment her eyes widen.

"Oh, that would be cool for an experiment. Figure out what the mouse itself, like what goes through its mind!" Serena proclaims excitedly causing Blair to roll her eyes before continuing to write down data.

"Was it hard to get it in there?" Chuck asks after a second of silence

"Shut up! Just shut up." Blair snaps at them both

"It was just a joke. You should measure your own pressure." Chuck smirks at her

"So, the mouse makes pressure, just by breathing?" Serena questions wide eyed

"Yes." Blair breaths in frustration

"I can relate." Serena mumbles before popping the lollypop back into her mouth, her words cause Blair and Chuck look at her quizzically before looking back at the mouse.

"But why are you....I mean, what is the point?" Chuck questions looking at Blair quizzically. Blair wrinkles her nose in concentration before replying.

" It proves, ummm, it's a system that's been devised... and...there are certain scientific principles that....it's for extra credit."

Blair shrugs her shoulders and both Serena and Chuck snicker with laughter causing Blair to crack a smile and laugh along with them. Blair is so relaxed she doesn't even bat an eyelash when Lily comes to pick up Serena for her Gap photo shot. Chuck is surprised by this and actually starts to put forth an effort by helping monitor the vitals of the mouse. After an hour or so of this Blair excuses herself and goes to the bathroom. Chuck jumps up to attention when Blair starts to scream hysterically for Dorota from behind the bathroom door. Both the boy and maid sprint to the bathroom to help.

"What wrong Miss Blair??!!!"

Dorota demands, jiggling the knob of the locked door.

"I think I'm dying!" Blair whales from atop the toilet her head in her hands.

"What? Blair, open the fucking door!" Chuck demands pushing Dorota aside to rap on the door only to step away in shock when the pale face of Blair Waldorf is reveled. Her eyes are glassy with tears and her face is as white as a sheet making her pouty rose colored lips look like a bull's eye on her face. Blair wipes at her eyes demurely before giving Chuck a bashful smile.

"I'm sorry Chuck but I'm going to have to cut our study session short."

Chuck shakes his head in confusion completely bewildered by Blair's actions

"Waldorf what's the matter?" Chuck asks breathily putting his hand on her shoulder in concern.

"I appreciate your concern Chuck, truly… but this is a female matter and I need you to go home, NOW…Dorota will help me."

Blair pats Chucks hand before removing it from her shoulder and stepping backward to allow a concerned Dorota entrance. Chucks eyes widen when he sees the blood stained panties lying on the bathroom floor. He gulps and his face flushes with color at the realization that Blair Waldorf has just gotten her period. Blair narrows her eyes at him in warning "Say a word of this to anyone and your dead" she growls before slamming the door in his face.

Chuck stands there for a moment dazed, the thought of Blair Waldorf's body going through certain changes baffling his twelve year old mind. The Idea of Blair growing breasts, losing her virginity and untimely giving birth to children had never occurred to Chuck until this very moment. He knew that she would grow up like everyone else, but part of him believed that she would be an innocent child forever. Now all he can think about is her experiencing all of those events with his best friend her boy friend which nauseates him. He shakes himself out of his thoughts to eavesdrop on Blair and Dorota. After a moment of trying to listen to the hushed whispers of Blair and her maid through the heavy bathroom door he gives up and moves toward the closet to retrieve his coat. On impulse he glances back at the closed bathroom door before sprinting up the stairs and into Blair's room. Chuck takes in a deep breath and smirks before stalking about her room his fingers lingering on certain objects.

"God you are such a pervert…" Chuck mumbles beating himself up for having feelings he shouldn't have for a girl he shouldn't want. Listening for any sign of Blair or Dorota and hearing none he opens the top dwar of Blair's dresser to find rows of color sorted, and meticulously folded panties. He smirks wickedly and runs the palm of his hand across each one before selecting a pair of satin purple poca-dotted panties and stuffing them in his pocket. After which he slams the dwar and runs down the staircase his heart pounding with excitement.

"Mr. Chuck?" Dorota questions making him skid to a halt his shoes making scarf marks on the marble floor.

"Dorota!" Chuck gasps clutching his coat, his eyes wide with shock.

"Why you up stairs, Miss Blair told you to go home?" Dorota's eyebrows furrow together as she glares down at a clearly guilty Chuck Bass.

Chuck blinks up at her trying to come up with a quick lie

"I had to use the bathroom so I went up stairs…"

Chuck smiles while slowly walking toward the safety of the elevator.

"Oh…well don't ever run down those stairs again!" Dorota grumbles disgruntled by the charm that is Chuck Bass.

"For you Dorota anything!" Chuck declares as the elevator doors shut and he begins to descend. After a moment Chuck pulls the satin panties out of his coat pocket and brings them up to his nose to smell. A wicked grin pulls at his lip and his eyes close in contentment at the thought of Blair Waldorf, and the women she is becoming.