AN: This is like the randomest thing I could write. For one, the story is completely weird, and two, I have no clue why I'm writing it other than being really bored. but at least writing randomly keeps me from having blocks.

Nate was exhausted. They just drove back from their meeting, and to say it went well would be lying on some level. Chuck had spent the hour arguing with them about allowing the director to change the script like that. By the end of it he managed to get them to contact Dan Humphrey, and have them request the latest draft.

He was nervous. Chuck of course told him he shouldn't be, but he couldn't help it. What if the movie wasn't going to happen now that everything seemed to be going to hell? The director was doing one thing, the actors were doing another, and the producers don't seem to have a clue about it.

"Have a little faith in your agent Nathaniel," Chuck rolled his eyes at how unprofessionally anxious Nate was being. For an actor, he was quite easy to read. That's just who he was though, heart of his sleeve, what you see is what you get with him.

"Mr. Bass," his secretary's voice echoed from the phone in his office, "Paramount on Line three"

He shot Nate an accomplished smile, and held down the intercom, "thank you Jennifer". He gave one final I-told-you-so look to the blond before picking up the phone.

Nate couldn't help the giddiness that overcame him. He was sitting on the edge of his seat as he listened to Chuck's end of the conversation.

"Yes, Humphrey should have asked," Chuck shot a winner's smile to Nate, and he could only reciprocate it excitedly. "I'll let her know," he ended. "Of course". He hung up with a successful gleam in his eye.

"The movie's still happening?" Nate asked, despite knowing.

"The movie is happening," Chuck stood up nodding, "as originally intended, with you as the lead". He smirked and watched Nate's more than happy reaction.

Nate jumped out of his seat. He had to fight the urge to rush over and hug Chuck since his office was visible to all. He pumped his fist in the air, and almost broke out in laughter, until he turned back to Chuck. "And Blair Waldorf?"

Chuck shot him a wary glance, but recovered instantly. "I'll have to tell her, unless..." he looked Nate over and smirked, "you'd like to?" The look on Nate's face was priceless, but Chuck was actually serious. "I'm sure it'd be a great chance for you to meet her before you start working together"

"I guess it's better to meet her now. I'm going to get called back to see if I can work with her and all," Chuck almost laughed at Nate's attempt of propriety. Any man on the face of the earth would want Blair Waldorf to co-star with him. Be it in a movie or real life. For Nate to have trouble acting that he wanted her, would be as unbelievable as her being incapable of acting with anyone. She's incredible like that.

"She's currently on the third floor with her client" Chuck wrote down the exact room number on a piece of paper in case Nate got lost.

"She has a client?" Nate asked as he accepted the note from Chuck.

"She's managing her friend, just go find her. Tell her I sent you," Chuck returned to his seat, looking over the rest of the paper work he had to attend to. He'd have to celebrate the news with her another time.

"Serena," Blair warned as the blonde started to make faces. The two were alone now, having kicked Carter out to get them coffee. "Stop it, I'm not laughing" she couldn't help the smile that broke her features every now and then.

"Come on Blair, you used to love making funny faces," Serena made another, only catching Blair glancing once when she started humming the tune from the movie.

"When we were five!" Blair finally allowed the smile to break her sullen facade and threw the magazine she was reading at Serena, missing her by an inch.

There was a knock at the door, and the two finally calmed themselves before Blair let the guest in.

"Miss Waldorf," Nate shyly entered, looking around the room to find the infamous brunette. He'd bumped into her before, but he'd never once been introduced or had a conversation with her.

"Yes?" She studied the man; blonde, tall, muscular. He was definitely attractive, but the gleam in his eyes was far from enticing.

"Chuck Bass sent me down to meet you," he walked over to where she sat at the desk and offered her his hand to shake. She took it and gave him a warm smile, "I'm Nate Archibald... we're working on that scary movie together" He explained, still a little star struck in her presence.

"Nice to meet you Nate, have you met Serena?" She motioned to the girl sitting on the couch behind him. He turned around, expecting a secretary, but as his eyes landed on her, he instantly recognized the blonde beauty. Serena Van Der Woodsen, his mind almost yelled in excitement.

"H-Hi" he stuttered. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world. He was in the same room as two of the most famous, and wanted, girls in the world right now. No one pinch him.

"Hey Nate," she waved with a smile. He'd seen her in magazines, heard about all the scandals, but in person she was breath taking. Photographs did her no justice, and all he could do was think about her one song he hated to admit he listened to in the shower.

Just then Blair's phone rang. She reached into her pocket and scanned the screen to read the text.

Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?

Let's celebrate, tonight.

-C

"Nate," Blair called to the blond standing in front of her desk. "Have a seat," she motioned to the chair across from her. "Now that we'll be working together, I think it would be nice to get to know one another" she kept her smile in place. He seemed sweet enough, and she didn't miss the look he gave Serena. A potential publicity stunt in the making if she didn't know any better.

The elevator chime signalled her arrival, and within moments he'd walked over to offer her the glass of champagne, and accepting her coat to place on one of the couches.

"A toast," she smiled, dropping her bag on the couch by her coat.

He lift his glass and awaited for her announcement, taking a moment to study her figure in a wondrous black ensemble, with her hair tide up, her natural toned makeup, and those red lips.

"To you," she clinked her glass against his and indulged in the expensive bubbly he'd bought.

"Thank you," he smiled, and drank his own drink.

"I must say; I missed this suite," she studied the new furniture, enjoying how cosy Chuck has managed to make a hotel suite feel. He took the glass from her and placed it on the table, before returning to her.

"I missed housekeeping, and twenty four hour room service," he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Penthouse living never did suit me much"

"I met Nate today," she fought the urge to moan once he placed a kiss against her exposed neck. "He seems nice,"

"He's my best friend," Chuck admitted, now just cradling her against him.

"Yet this is the first I hear of him," she challenged, walking out of his hold. "We really don't know much about each other,"

"What are you talking about? We've known each other for years," he followed her and finally took a seat at the couch besides where she stood. "Besides, Nate's always lived out of town, and I only just started to focus on helping him with his career"

"Other than your work, I know nothing about you," she walked into the space between his legs, and he pulled her closer.

"All I do is work," he reminded her, "and how much more enjoyable it became after you signed on". His eyes were smouldering, and she couldn't help being drawn to him.

"I'm glad I could be of service," she leaned down and kissed him.

"I'm glad I could service you," she felt him smirk against the kiss and couldn't help but smile as they commenced in their usual activities.

AN: really this is like completely weird hahaha, but always good for a laugh