A/N: I wanted to thank all of my loyal readers and reviewers. I'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this silly little idea so much. It's a lot of fun to write. I've only got a few ideas left, but if you want to request a certain scenario/emotion for me to write, I'll gladly take it into consideration (but no promises).

Also, quite a few of you have implored me to continue my angsty one-shot A Drunken Promise. While I have considered giving it a happier ending, I am really satisfied with the current ending and don't want to jeopardize the integrity of the story. Not all stories have happy endings. Luckily for you guys, this one does 

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Jealous

When Blair was jealous, she put an emphasis on the first syllable of his name. The "Ch" sounded more like a "Shhhh" as she drew out his name in a way that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up…and not in a good way. He knew he was in trouble.

"Chhhhuck, fancy meeting you here" Blair bit out, trying to maintain her cool composure.

Said trouble may or may not have to do with the skinny blonde that was currently all but sitting on his lap.

It wasn't his fault—really. He did tell Blair to meet him at Victrola that night, but what he didn't expect was for his newest dancer Betsy to use him as a piece of furniture. At least not when he knew Blair was on her way.

"Is it? I mean, I do own the joint" Chuck smiled, trying to get a further rise out of her—knowing he'd have to make it up to her later. Luckily, Chuck particularly enjoyed being at Blair's mercy. Especially when it involved their prized make-up sex.

"Whose your friend?" she asked, directing her sickly-sweet (and frightening) smile to the blonde in question.

"Betsy" the girl replied, sticking out her hand to Blair as if she was to kiss it in greeting "I'm new."

"Ahh I see" Blair said "Well I'm sure you two need some alone time to get acquainted. Chuck, enjoy your night with Busty, I'll find my own entertainment for the night."

With that she did a 180 turn in her Jimmy Choos and stormed over to the opposite side of the bar.

True to her word, Blair had a guy by her side almost instantaneously. Chuck couldn't blame the guy with no future, his girlfriend had pulled out all the stops tonight—blood-red halter dress with a sweet-heart dip in the front showing just a hint of cleavage; her perfectly wavy hair was loosely tied up in a bun with a few tendrils framing her face.

As she talked to the poor sap who offered her a drink, she not-so-innocently ran her fingers over her collarbone—enticing the guy to move even closer to her.

Chuck had to hand it to her—Blair knew how to push his buttons. She may have been the jealous one, but Chuck was almost guaranteed to blow his lid if a guy so much as looked at her the wrong way.

His fist clenched when he saw the guy lean in and whisper something into her ear. In his whole life, Chuck Bass had only ever punched one man: his uncle. He resisted the urge over and over again every time Blair played this little game, because he knew regardless as to whether or not he hit someone, Blair would still be his at the end of the night. So he refrained.

But tonight he was feeling particularly antsy.

"I'll be right back" he told Betsy as he pushed her off his lap.

"Having a good time, are we?" he purred into her ear, causing Blair to jump slightly.

"Yes, in fact, we are. Jim here was just telling me about the view from his suite. Apparently it's to die for" she said with a sparkle in her eye.

"Listen man" Jim interjected, not liking Blair's attention being directed away from him.

"Jim is it?" Chuck asked.

The oaf nodded.

"Bill" Chuck said to the bartender "Please escort this gentleman out of my club."

"Wait..what?!" Jim protested as he was dragged out of Victrola.

"That was uncalled for" Blair scolded "You could have just hit him."

"Why should I have to lift a finger when I can pay others to do it for me?" Chuck asked.

"Maybe to show me that you actually cared some guy was hitting on me."

"You can take care of yourself, darling. I was just trying to help you."

"Oh, like you were doing with Busty over there?" she asked.

"Betsy is new here. I wanted to make her feel at home" he said.

"Unfortunately for Busty, this" she said, subtly cupping his package "is my home, not hers."

"Have I made myself clear?" she asked with a smirk.

Chuck winced as she squeezed him. Hard.

"Crystal" he choked out.

"Good" she said, letting him go "Let's go fire that bitch."

"Blair, I'm not going to fire her" he said, placing his hand on her forearm.

"Aha! I knew you liked her!" Blair exclaimed.

"I do not! She's just new, okay? All she knows is my old reputation. She doesn't know about you…about us" he told her.

"Well then why don't you go educate her?" Blair implored "Unless, you really do want to go home alone tonight."

"Fine" Chuck agreed, offering her his bent arm "Shall we?"

"We shall" Blair smiled.

"Ahem, Betsy?" he asked the blonde who was keeping his seat warm.

"Yeah?" she responded, snapping her bubble-gum.

"This is Blair Waldorf" he said, motioning to the brunette on his right.

"We met like five minutes ago" she said in a voice that screamed 'duh.'

"Right, but, you see, Blair is my girlfriend" Chuck said.

"The great Chuck Bass has a…girlfriend?" she asked, shocked.

"That's right. We've been dating now for five months and are very committed to one another" he held out his jacket sleeve, which was currently sporting a certain heart-shaped gold pin "As this pin represents. And while you are very attractive, the truth of the matter is that I'm head-over-heals in love with this girl" he said as he kissed Blair's temple "Understand?"

"Uh, I guess?" Betsy shrugged.

"Good" he said, turning to Blair "Are we good here?"

"Yup!" she smiled.

Chuck returned the sentiment as he led Blair out of Victrola.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Chuck asked her knowingly once they were in his limo.

"What, my reformed-womanizer of a boyfriend telling a potential conquest how much he adores me?" she brought her lips to his in a searing kiss "Very much so" she said against his mouth.

"Well I'm happy to oblige. But honestly Blair, couldn't you have left Chuck jr. alone?" he asked, motioning to a certain anatomy that still throbbed from her jealous spurt.

"Aww poor Chuck jr. I'll kiss him better later" she said seductively.

"Promise?" he asked in a low voice.

Blair reached out and thumbed the gold heart pin she gave him the day they became official. No more nonsense, no more rules or theories, no more reasons keeping them from being happy. They were just two committed people who loved each other.

"I promise."