Hey guys! Sorry for the delay. Finals week, enough said. Hope you guys didn't miss me too much LOL. Well here's the next installment: BAD NEWS BLAIR. There was zero Blair/Chuck interaction in this episode and so this is totally made up. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings! xoxo

Bad News Blair

"Hello?" Blair answered as she tried to erase the hug grin that refused to leave her face ever since her outing with Serena that afternoon. Her mother was sure to be furious. Stranded at the photo shoot without any clothes or any models. Priceless.

"Hello, Waldorf. What has you so cheerful?" Chuck asked as he spread out on the white chaise seat in Blair's living room much to Dorota's distaste.

"Oh nothing. I've just served my mom a nice cold dish of revenge fashionista style," Blair responded happily as she exited the cab and proceeded into her building.

"And here I thought you were getting soft," Chuck answered casually as he plucked the drink from the tray Dorota offered him and smiled innocently at the portly maid. Dorota scoffed and muttered something unintelligible under her breath as she exited the living room. Chuck spread his feet before him and smiled.

"I think the events of the Ivy Mixer proved otherwise," Blair responded cockily as the elevator opened before her and she stepped inside. "What can I do you for, Bass?" Blair asked, straight to the point, not in the mood to have her mood ruined by one of Chuck's snide comments.

"'How can I do you, Bass?' would be the better question," Chuck answered softly, lowering his voice half an octave lower in order to avoid being overheard by Dorota. And maybe, just maybe, because he knew females responded to that voice.

"One I would never pose. Now enough with your double entendres and poorly constructed jokes. Unlike you I have things to do. People to see," Blair said just as the elevator opened into her foyer and she spotted Chuck sitting in her living room. Snapping her cellphone shut, she walked swiftly into the living room and stood before him, hips cocked, hand on hip.

"I have people to do. Things to see. Mainly women. But I still made the effort to visit you, Waldorf," Chuck smiled sweetly as he patted the seat next to him and waited for Blair to join him.

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she reached the couch and sat beside him stoically. "To what do I owe the pleasure," Blair grumbled out sarcastically. Crossing her legs like the proper society miss she was, she straightened out the skirt of her dress and clasped her hands on her lap.

"Before I begin, may I say how ravishing you look in that dress, Waldorf," Chuck offered in his seductively low murmur as he sat up on the couch and caught sight of the backless light blue dress that adorned her every perfect curve. "Another Waldorf original?"

Blair scoffed very unladylike and stood from her place beside him. "Yes, if you must know. What do you want, Chuck? Really I've got things to finish up and then I've got to go call Nate."

"Ah. That's why I'm here. You see, your dear Nathaniel seems to be in a bit of a predicament," Chuck started as he stood and began to circle around Blair.

"Predicament? How so?" Blair asked nervously, mostly because she was unsure of what kind of trouble Nate was in, but a part of it was due to the dark, amused, and...well handsome look in Chuck's eyes.

"Well first you must know that your dear Nathaniel had a run in with Baizen earlier today," Chuck said as he flicked at the thin red ribbon wrapped around her waist. Blair flinched slightly but didn't move away.

"Carter? What was he doing here? And what kind of run in did Nate have with Carter Baizen?" Blair asked, lost in thought and trying to ignore Chuck's wandering hands. His fingers had begun to trail the ribbon across her back and stopping at her waist.

"Well, Prince Charming is starting to have second thoughts on the life he's chosen. Or more like, the life his parents' have chosen for him," Chuck said as he stood behind Blair and placed his hands against her shoulders.

"Second thoughts? How? Like me?" Blair asked, completely engrossed in thought, afraid of what Chuck was hinting at.

"Everything... I'm guessing that involves you as well, Waldorf," Chuck answered softly as he methodically rubbed her shoulders that were beginning to tense.

"So what happened?" Blair asked, trying to ignore the pang that began to beat against her stomach and the acceleration of her heart.

"Nothing. I came in a saved the day before Nathaniel got his ass kicked or worse," Chuck said simply as he leaned in close to her ear and breathed against her.

"Psh! You? Save the day?" Blair laughed, still allowing Chuck to touch her so intimately.

"Yes me. I saved Nathaniel's ass back there. And now the kicker...apparently the Captain drained your future husband's trust funds. And I don't think that's a good thing for any of you. Especially not for Eleanor I imagine," Chuck continued as he rubbed her his hands down her arms, resting against her elbows and turning her around gently. "You might want to check that out before you get even more involved in this sick, twisted relationship you two have going on."

Blair glared up at Chuck and tried to pull herself away from him. He refused to let her go. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm not with Nate because of his trust fund. I love him! And besides, it must be a horrible mistake. The Captain must have had a good reason for doing what he did," Blair reasoned as she gave up on trying to pull away and allowed Chuck to hold on to her elbows.

"I'm sure you're right, Waldorf. But I just felt it was my duty to inform you of all there was to know. We are friends aren't we? And you do tend to hold me in high regard. So I did my part," Chuck finished softly as he leaned a few inches closer. "And Waldorf, thank Eleanor for me," he said as he began to pull away and walk toward the archway of the living room, but not before tracing his hand across her cheek and pushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

"For what?" Blair asked softly, feeling a loss of warmth sweep through her at the loss of contact with his body.

"Designing that. You looking effing amazing," he answered brusquely as he turned around and smiled.

Blair smiled as well.

"That kind of perfection needs to be violated. And I'm just the man to do it," Chuck whispered huskily as he winked and walked out of her apartment.

Blair felt a warm flush spread through her face as the words hit her.

Chuck Bass thought she was sexy.

Chuck Bass wanted to have sex with her.

Now all she had to do was manage to have Nate feel the same way.

A/N: Next up DARE DEVIL...