What's this? An update so soon? Ok, it's not really that soon, but it is for me. I was really just so excited for this chapter that I couldn't stop thinking about it. As pathetic as that may sound... xD So here it is!! The moment you've all been waiting for!! The Bass-Waldorf dinner! Hooray! This chapter is shorter than the other ones, but I really just wanted the dinner to have a chapter to itself. I will do my best to make the next chapter longer! Until then, thank you so much for reading, and here you are! Oh, and don't forget to review pretty please! They make me smile. )

Good morning Upper East Siders. Gossip girl here, bringing you the latest as always, on the goings on of our own royalty. Today was the first day of school, as if we care. Same old, same old. What we're excited for is a dinner that two certain families are having. I smell drama, and it's going to be good.

You know you love me

XOXO

Gossip Girl

Chuck rolled his eyes as he put his cell phone into his pocket. He couldn't believe that tonight's dinner had made it on Gossip Girl. Come to think of it, he couldn't believe he was a grown man still getting Gossip Girl alerts. Oh well. He sighed as the limo pulled in front of the Waldorf's. "Ready dad?" He heard Des ask him.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He replied, smiling at his daughter and opening the limo door. He let Des climb out before getting out himself, grinning when he saw Devlin there to greet them. "Hello Devlin. How's your mother doing?" He asked.

"Fine, thanks Mr. Bass. Although she seems kind of nervous to be honest with you." Devlin replied, smiling. He still couldn't believe that his mother used to date Chuck Bass. Although it made him wonder why they broke up. Chuck had always seemed like a cool guy to him.

Suddenly Des's phone started to ring. Chuck and Devlin both looked at her as she looked to see who it was. "Uhm, you two go ahead, I'll just take this call and be there in a few minutes." She waited until both her father and Devlin had gone before she answered the phone. "Kent, I told you I have that dinner tonight. Why are you calling?"

"You know a simple hello would have sufficed." Kent said. Des could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line.

"Hi Kent, what do you want?" She asked, still annoyed.

"See, that's a little better. I wanted to know if you wanted to get drinks after your dinner. I haven't seen or talked to you all day today. Unless your first day of school was just so exciting that you forgot all about me." Kent said with mock horror. First days of school were never exciting, especially at Constance.

Des giggled at Kent's tone of voice. "No, I haven't forgotten about you. I just… I don't know, I want to be careful."

"Come on, it's just drinks. Friends go out for drinks all the time, and no rumors spread about them." Kent was on the verge of begging now.

"What city do you live in? Because here in New York, rumors spread about everything." Des replied.

"So what if they do? Does your dad even know?" Kent asked. They'd had this same conversation over and over.

"No, my dad doesn't know. I don't want anyone to know. You know what would happen. It would be plastered all over Gossip Girl and my private life wouldn't be so private anymore." Des knew she was probably being paranoid. But her father had told her stories about his high school life. People could and would twist anything to make it a crime and send it straight to Gossip Girl.

"Come on Desi, please. It's just drinks. I miss you." Kent whispered. He didn't think Des was being too overly paranoid, but he was tired of hiding from everyone.

There was silence on the line for a while. Finally Des answered. "I guess I could do drinks at the Palace after dinner. But we should talk about this."

Kent grinned. "Yeah, we'll talk. 10:00 ok?"

"10:00 sounds perfect." Des said, and hung up the phone. She took a deep breath before walking inside the building, smiling at Blair when she finally got to the Waldorf penthouse. "Sorry I'm late Ms. Waldorf, I had to take a phone call. Bianca's still a little upset about what happened with her dad yesterday." The lie came easily to Des's lips.

"Oh don't worry about a thing Des, we were just about to sit down to dinner." Blair smiled at her. Once everyone was sitting down at the table and had food on their plates, Blair spoke. "So how did you two get here? I can't imagine you walked."

"We took a limo. You like limos, don't you Blair?" Chuck replied with a smirk.

Blair actually chocked. Devlin looked at his mother in shock. Blair Waldorf never chocked. "Limos are very… convenient for getting around, yes."

"Ok, I feel like I'm missing something." Devlin said.

"It's nothing, your father was just referring to the past." Blair said the words before she realized she had slipped.

"My father?" Devlin's head snapped up to look at Blair. "What do you mean my father?"

"Des's father. I was talking to Des, my bad." Blair quickly covered.

"Is there something we should know about?" Des asked, looking from Blair to Chuck. She suddenly noticed little chuck like features in Devlin, and it scared her.

"It's nothing, I just made a mistake, that's all." Blair insisted, taking another bite of her food.

"Blair, don't you think they deserve to know by now?" Chuck asked. Des had never seen her father look so serious in her life.

Blair just stared at Chuck. She hadn't seen him in nearly 15 years. For 15 years they had kept the twins from knowing they were related. And he wanted to bring it up during dinner? What was wrong with him? "Chuck, now's not the time."

"Now's the perfect time." Chuck insisted. "When's the next time the four of us will be sitting together at the same table?"

"What's going on?" Des asked, but Devlin had already guessed.

"You told me you dated Chuck, you didn't tell me he was my father." Devlin said, glaring at his mother. "Don't you think I could have known about this sooner?"

"Wait, we're related?" Des asked, looking at Devlin. "Oh my god, we really do look alike."

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Devlin asked, looking from Blair to Chuck.

"It was a very long time ago. We were too different, and we thought it would be easier if you didn't know." Blair whispered.

Devlin was looking at Chuck in a new light, just as Des was looking at Blair. "You were right, this dinner was a bad idea." Devlin said, getting up from the table and walking upstairs to his room.

"I have somewhere to be, I'll see you at home dad." Des said before standing up and leaving. She could really use those drinks now.

Blair and Chuck sat in silence for a good two minutes before Blair said something. "Was that really necessary Chuck?"

"They have a right to know Blair. I thought that we might as well tell them while we were all together." Chuck hadn't expected it to turn out quite that badly. He figured that Des and Devlin would be upset, but not that upset.

"This was the first family dinner we've had in nearly 15 years. Whether the twins knew it or not, it was a family dinner. And you had to go and ruin it." Blair stood up and walked quickly away from the table before Chuck could see the tears threatening to spill from her face.

But Chuck wouldn't let her get away that easily. He walked after her and grabbed her wrist. "Blair, wait. We can work this out." There was a pleading in his voice that Blair hadn't expected to be there. He really did want to make this work.

"How Chuck? How can we work this out?" She turned to look at him, the tears falling down her face. She had stayed away from him for so long, because she knew what would happen. One look at his face, the fact that he sincerely wanted to make this work and all would be forgiven.

"I've changed Blair. I'm not the same immature womanizer I used to be. I missed you." Chuck finally admitted it out loud. He, Chuck Bass, womanizer extraordinaire, had missed Blair Waldorf. "You can talk to Devlin and I can talk to Des and help them understand. And then the four of us can get together again and work this out. Just don't leave me again." He whispered.

Blair let herself be pulled into his embrace, and allowed herself to admit to herself how much she had missed him. She had missed everything about him, his face, his voice, his smell. "We can't just ignore the past." She whispered.

"I know. But we can start over."