A/N: So, so, so, so, so sorry about the lack of updates! I really do apologise and offer no real reasons except school life kind of took over.. I know that's not a decent excuse, but i hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me? Anyway, back to the story, new chapter is up now. Just a quirky little interaction between C and B, aged about 11. I want it to kinda show the idea that Blair wasn't always Nate, Nate, Nate and that she actaully had a very strong friendship with Chuck long before she set her sights on Nate. Whether that actually happened is another story, but for the purpose of this fic, this is where I'm aiming. Lastly, forgive me, read, review and enjoy! :)

The First Time - Blair Needed Chuck's Help.

"Yes?" Chuck's voice flowed through the phone line, directly into Blair's ear.

"Can you come over?" Blair asked, standing in front of the mirror in her room.

"What's in it for me?" Even aged eleven, Chuck was all for himself. If something wasn't worthwhile, Chuck learnt early on not to waste time doing it.

"I need you to help me with something," Blair continued, ignoring Chuck's comment. "And I can't ask Serena because she'd just laugh."

"So I'm second best?" Chuck tried to sound nonchalant, wanting to rile Blair up but failed. He heard Blair laugh down the phone, the sound alerting the hairs on the back of Chuck's neck.

"Jealous, are we? Look Chuck, you're above Nate. Is that not enough?" For Chuck, that was more than enough.

"So then, what can I help you with? Bedroom issues?"

"Eurgh, Chuck! No! Just come over, and you'll see." Blair ended the call and Chuck did just that.

Arriving at Blair's not much later, Chuck was shocked to say the least, upon walking into Blair's room. "I thought you said, it wasn't bedroom issues." Chuck tired - and failed - to hide an involuntary gulp upon viewing Blair standing in a matching bra and knickers set.

"It's not," Blair said innocently, viewing herself in the mirror. Her body was still very young, Chuck noticed, with slender legs, no hip shape and a totally flat chest. "Do you think this bra suits me?"

Chuck wanted to laugh, but the shock was just too much. This was Blair Waldorf, one of the only girls in his year that everyone fancied, standing almost naked for Chuck to see. What did he know about underwear? Only that it needed to come off for the fun to begin. "Err," Chuck faltered, but didn't deter Blair in the slightest.

"Serena's been wearing a bra for months," Blair mused hotly, hands landing on her bony hips as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"That's because Serena needs one," Chuck pointed out, unhelpfully. Blair scowled and turned back to the mirror.

"Are you saying I don't?" Blair demanded Chuck tell her the truth, despite the fact she knew it wouldn't be what she wanted to hear.

"You have yet to grow into your body," Chuck spoke slowly, slightly mesmerised by Blair's natural beauty. "But you will, eventually. It'll be worth the wait."

Chuck had no idea where his words had come from, but they seemed to have appeased Blair so he figured his job was done.

"Wait!" Blair called, as Chuck attempted to leave her room. "I've got fifteen more sets to try on, first."

Chuck couldn't hide his smirk, and set atop Blair's bed. How good it was being friends with Blair Waldorf.