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A/N: Hey, thank you for reviewing! It's good to know people actually want to read this story… As much as I want Chuck and Blair to have fun all night, Chuck has to feel guilty at some point. Please review, I appreciate it (:

Do you want to come inside? Those words echoed in Chuck's mind. Her warm hands were subconsciously playing with his hair, her brown eyes staring up at him, awaiting his reply. The butterflies in his stomach were painfully annoying, fluttering at full speed because of Blair's touch. But Chuck didn't want this.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Blair. I have to work tomorrow and my father wouldn't appreciate it if I arrived to work tired. I'm glad we got acquainted; I hope to see you soon. Maybe next time," and with that, Chuck walked to his limo and his driver Arthur, who had followed Chuck to Blair's building, held the door open for Chuck as he climbed inside without a look back.

"Maybe," muttered Blair, her heart sinking deeper as she saw Chuck's limo pull away. What did I do wrong, thought Blair. He usually does this with all the girls he meets, doesn't he? Am I not pretty enough? Am I too fat? Many different thoughts entered Blair's mind, but none of them were the real reason Chuck didn't want to spend the night with Blair…

Chuck sat in his limo, pouring himself another glass of scotch. Blair had invited me inside, thought Chuck. No, she isn't that type of girl. Honestly, Chuck didn't no why he declined Blair's offer, but he knew for sure she was different. No one EVER had the upper hand with Chuck Bass if he had anything to do with it. But this time, he didn't mind. Blair was the wittiest, most beautiful girl that he'd ever met, and he wanted to earn her trust.

"First things first," mumbled Chuck, raising the glass of scotch to his lips. The liquid left a small burning sensation in his throat as he downed more. Blair has to know who I am, thought Chuck. It was kind of cruel keeping the fact that he's a Bass from her, but he had an excuse for that. As for Serena, well, Chuck would take care of that, hopefully…

When Chuck finally arrived at the Van der Woodsen-Bass residence after driving around Manhattan, drowning in his thoughts, he found Serena on the couch awaiting his return. She seemed pleased, a bright smile spread across her face. Chuck knew that face well.

"Ah, sis, done with your cardio already, I presume?" questioned Chuck, setting his jacket on the top of the couch so the maid could grab it in the early morning. "Or did you decide to skip it altogether?"

"Dan and I are on the 'more than friends' term, but that's not important. Is she starting to fall in love with you? Did you sleep with her?" Serena's questions became personal and dull, but Chuck just ignored her altogether. He figured it was time to talk to Serena, which is what he planned on doing the next time he saw her, which was now.

"Sis, as much as I'd like to take part in your revenge, Miss Waldorf is a nice girl who I do not wish to hurt. I'm going to tell her that I'm a Bass, and I will not destroy her. And if you breathe a word of this to her in anyway, I will destroy you. I'll also inform your friend Humphrey the true reason you even showed him any attention in the first place," said Chuck, unsure of why he wanted to protect Blair so much. He was the one who got himself into this mess in the first place.

"Chuck Bass. Did I hear those words come out of your mouth? Are you actually falling for Blair Waldorf? I thought Chuck Bass doesn't get tied down to one woman, he fucks and dumps?" said Serena, stunned. Chuck smirked.

"I know you like Humphrey, Serena; I see no need to change the subject. You don't mention our little deal to Blair, and I won't speak of your intentions with Humphrey. Are we clear?" Chuck demanded, although it came out of his mouth as a question. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Fine, Chuck. But I swear, if you double cross me, I have someone that would put you in your place. I actually like Dan and I know you have feelings for Blair," retorted Serena, but Chuck assumed her threats were like empty promises. Too bad he didn't know that later on, he would regret not taking her statement seriously…

The next day at work, Blair sat at her desk and was unable to get her mind off of Chuck. He was all she could think about lately, and no matter what she did, something around her would always remind her of him.

"Blair?" A voice rang through. To her surprise, it was Serena. She was holding a bag. "I was wondering if you had lunch already…" Blair shook her head and gestured for Serena to have a seat in front of her as she began clearing her desk.

"Thank you so much Serena! I've been so busy thinking that I forgot about lunch," said Blair, as she placed the last stack of folders on the shelf. She took a seat in front of Serena, who handed her a bag. When Blair opened it, she was surprised to find her one of her favorite dishes in there.

"I remembered you liked sushi, so I figured I'd bring you some so we could just talk," Serena began to worry because she was sincerely trying to be Blair's friend. Blair wasn't as bad as she was in high school, but Serena couldn't help but hold a grudge against her. Even now, her soon-to-be step brother chose Blair over her.

"Thanks… So your friend Charles… Is he usually the playboy type?" asked Blair, a slight smile on her face. Serena tried hard not to grin. Blair was bringing up Chuck, and she was smiling. She must've slept with him! That could be the reason why Chuck was protecting Blair's feelings.

"Yeah, he usually is. I see him with a different girl almost every night," exclaimed Serena, as if she was disturbed by it. She just wanted to make sure that she ruined whatever Chuck had with Blair.

"Oh," Blair muttered, and frowned. If Chuck was usually with a different girl then why didn't he just sleep with her? Why did he have to use a stupid excuse like work to leave? But unfortunately, Serena took the frown as a win on her part, and she grinned.

"Yeah, don't mind him. He's usually like that wi—" Serena said, but was immediately cut off by Blair's office door which swung open. It was Jenny.

"Blair, sorry to interrupt but there's someone here to see you," said Jenny, as she glanced behind her. All of a sudden, Chuck appeared in her doorway. To be honest, Chuck was the last person that Blair had expected to see, but he was also the person she wanted to see the most. She smiled at him, and he smirked back. Serena frowned. What was going on between the two of them?

"Can I have a moment with Blair, Serena?" asked Chuck, as Serena nodded and walked out of Blair's office, closing the door gently behind her. But before she left, she exchanged glances with Chuck. Chuck sighed as he took a seat in the seat next to Serena's former chair.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, Trout?" asked Blair, taking a seat in Serena's chair. Chuck took a deep breath and looked at her. "Don't worry, Serena already explained to me about you and for what it's worth, I can't—"

"Whatever Serena said to you," interrupted Chuck. "It's not what you think. I mean, I can explain. I usually would—"

"Please, Chuck, you don't have to explain your womanizing ways to me. I understand that… that is the type of person you are. But the thing is… Why didn't you want to sleep with me? I thought that's what you were looking for at the beginning of the evening?" questioned Blair, who was still confused and pondering about the mystery that was Chuck.

"I did, at the beginning of the evening… But you are a very interesting woman, Waldorf. And I realized that I haven't been fair to you." Chuck looked at the confusion that clouded her eyes. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, then opened his. They were met with beautiful brown orbs. "Usually, people just want to sleep with me and try to date me because I have money, so I usually say my name is Charles Trout."

"What are you trying to say?" Blair's question came out a little to harsh for her liking, but she was beginning to get the feeling that Chuck lied to her about something big. And she was determined to not let him off that easily. She was Blair Waldorf.

"What I'm trying to say is… My name is Chuck Bass." When the name 'Chuck Bass' left his lips, Blair's jaw dropped. Chuck Bass… Son of billionaire, Bart Bass… Bass Industries… She knew the name Bass very well.