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A/N-Thanks much for all the reviews for the previous chapters and special thanks as always to Meg for editing. If anyone has any prompts at all, feel free to suggest them!

Shopping

I.

"Miss Blair!"

"Mr. Chuck!"

Seven year old Blair looked over at Chuck, giggling. "This is fun," she whispered, then pushed him away from the rack of clothes.

"Watch my scarf!" he exclaimed as the scarf that Blair was clutching onto was slipping.

"Shh, you're going to get us caught!"

That afternoon, Dorota had taken Blair out shopping as Eleanor couldn't find time to take her out herself. They had run into Chuck and his nanny and immediately started their shopping adventure together.

But the two children had found themselves bored with the shopping once it had turned to a list that didn't involve anything for them and they had devised a plan to make the day more interesting. They had decided to play a game of Hide and Seek…they were hiding and Dorota and Chuck's nanny were the seekers.

So far, they weren't doing a very good job at finding them.

"If you would just stop pulling on it…"

"Maybe you should stop wearing it," Blair retorted.

"At least I don't wear stupid headbands." Chuck stuck out his tongue at Blair.

"My headbands are prettier than your stupid scarf! And your bowtie!" Blair reached out and tugged on his bowtie.

"Hey!" He pulled her hands away from him. "Don't touch my bowtie!"

"What about your scarf?" She gave him an evil grin as she pulled the scarf away from his neck. "You can't catch me!"

"Give it back, Blair!" Chuck started to chase after her as she weaved in out of the racks of clothes, still hearing the cries of their seekers. "I want it back!"

"No! You made fun of my headband!" Their game of Hide and Seek was forgotten as they ran right past Dorota.

"Miss Blair! Mr. Chuck!" Dorota's hands went to her face as she watched the two children sprint across the store. "Your mother going to be so angry!"

Blair ignored Dorota as she continued running. Chuck finally caught up with her, grabbing her arm and ripping the headband off her head.

"Ha! I've got your headband!"

"Give it back!" Blair stomped her foot, her chestnut curls shaking as she did so.

"Not until you give my scarf back."

"No!" She was about to take off running again, but Dorota walked over, grabbing her arm.

"Miss Blair, not how we behave."

Blair rolled her eyes. "I was bored, Dorota."

"Give Mr. Chuck scarf back."

She sighed as she held out the scarf to him. "Fine. Here, Chuck, take your stupid scarf back."

Chuck grinned as he put the scarf back around his neck. "Thanks, Blair."

"Give me my headband back now," Blair demanded, holding out her hand.

"Fine." He reluctantly handed it back to her and she immediately placed it back on her head.

She glared at him before looking at Dorota. "Is it perfect?"

"Of course Miss Blair."

"Good." Blair turned to Chuck once again, glaring at him. He stuck out his tongue at her, taunting her with his scarf. She scowled and grabbed onto Dorota's hand, her fun over and ready to leave.

This was going to be the last time she shopped with Chuck Bass.

II.

Chuck looked over at Nate as he ran his hands through his hair, checking his watch. He just shook his head as he watched this happen.

"Nathaniel, if Blair sees you looking so uninterested, she might bite your head off," he said, lifting his glass to his lips.

"I have soccer practice, I don't have time for this," Nate replied, checking his watch once again.

"I don't understand why you think that soccer is more interesting than watching Blair model new clothes for us."

"Coach said he wouldn't put me in the game if I'm not there. I already missed practice once because of Blair and her constant need to take me shopping." He checked his watch once more. "Listen, I really gotta go. Tell her that I'm sorry."

Nate was out of his seat and the store faster than Chuck could blink. He just shook his head at his friend, waiting to see how Blair reacted to this.

The curtain was pulled back and Blair stepped out, a large smile on her face. She was wearing a stunning blue gown that hugged her body in all the right places. Had he been drinking something at that moment, he certainly would have choked. He couldn't believe how…perfect she looked in the dress.

As soon as she saw the empty chair next to Chuck though, her face fell. "Where's Nate?"

"He had to go to his practice."

She gave a frustrated sigh. She narrowed her eyes at Chuck. "And you didn't do anything to stop him?"

"I told him that this was much more interesting than soccer," Chuck replied, shrugging his shoulders and taking another sip.

"I thought that he wanted to spend more time with me," Blair remarked, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She bit her lip. "What do you think of this dress?"

He studied her from behind and then stood up, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. He felt his heart beat faster at the sight of her.

"You look perfect." He dropped her hand, taking a step closer to her. He touched the fabric of the dress, slowly slipping his hand around her back.

She swatted him away and tried to look disgusted with his behavior but he could still see a small gleam of excitement in her eyes. Just like that, her face hardened and it was gone.

"Thank you Chuck, but I don't appreciate being molested." She turned on her heel and walked back through the curtain, pulling it closed quickly.

He took a seat, smirking as he heard her whisper quietly to the woman that she was going to take the dress.

III.

"What about this one, Chuck?" Blair stood in front of her boyfriend, tapping her foot impatiently. His head was leaning back and he wasn't responding to her. "Chuck?" Moving closer to him, she realized that he had fallen asleep. "Chuck!" She brought her foot up, swiftly kicking him in the shin.

His eyes shot open and he immediately straightened up. "What the hell was that for, Waldorf?"

"You fell asleep," she replied.

"You've been in there forever." He rolled his eyes at her. "How could I have not fallen asleep?"

"I didn't bring you with me so that you could sleep comfortably. You're supposed to be helping me find the perfect dress." She grinned wickedly at him. "I thought I told you that if you were on your best behavior you would get rewarded."

"I told you I liked the last one the best," he stated with a wave of his hand. "We've been at this for five hours. There were so many better ways we could have spent the last five hours. You better be making up for those five hours."

"I didn't like the last one." She turned and looked in the mirror, studying her reflection. "I don't really like this one either." She looked back at him. "If you fall asleep again, then I can't say you'll be getting anything."

"What's wrong with that one? I certainly like the view," he stated, looking at the daring neckline of the dress. Blair never usually wore dresses quite like that, so he was enjoying it while it lasted.

She crossed her arms unhappily, glaring at him. "I definitely won't be taking this dress."

"Blair, whatever dress you end up picking will just end up on the floor at the end of the night, so why does it even matter?" he questioned with a smirk.

She glared at him as she walked back into the dressing area, pulling the curtain shut tightly behind her. The saleswoman standing next to him looked completely exhausted, leaning against the wall. He didn't really blame her for looking so tired, considering Blair had tried on so many dresses—some of them more than once.

"Why don't you go and find another dress for her?" he asked softly. "In that color." He nodded his head, wanting the woman to leave them alone for a few minutes. She had been there all day and he was ready to start shopping for Blair himself, because she obviously wasn't doing a good job with it.

She listened to him, scurrying out of there. He smiled at the fear that Blair had instilled in the majority of the women there and hoped that she would stay away for a while. He needed some alone time with Blair.

He pulled the curtain to the room aside. Blair was standing in front of the mirror, pinching her sides and sucking in her breath. She raised her eyes to look at Chuck when he closed the curtain behind him.

"You're not supposed to be in here," she said, turning around.

"When has that ever stopped me?" He moved closer to her, pinning her against the wall. "I do love the way this dress looks on you."

She rolled her eyes at him. "You just like what you can see. I won't be wearing this dress."

"Good. No one but me should be able to see that," he muttered as he brought his lips to hers.

"Chuck, we're in a store…." Her statement was quickly quieted by him and a moan escaped from her.

"Your point?" He ran his hands over her body. "Now that I think about it, this dress has far too much to it." He pulled her away from the wall, pulling down the zipper to her dress, not moving his lips where they now were on her neck.

"Miss Waldorf?" They were startled by the woman peeking her head through the curtain. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. "Oh! I'm sorry!"

"I was just helping her out of her dress." Chuck looked at the dress that was in the woman's hands. "She'll take that one."

"Chuck!" Blair protested. "I haven't even tried it on."

"It'll look great on you," he replied. "She'll take the one she's wearing also."

"I told you I'm not going to wear this out in public!" she hissed.

He grinned at her. "Who said that was for the public eye?"

She tried to give him a disapproving look but instead broke out into a small smile. He loved seeing her face light up like that, especially when he was the cause of it.

"She's going to wear that one out of the store," he told the woman, not taking his eyes off of Blair.

"I thought we were going out," she said, tugging at the zipper as the woman ducked out of the room. "And I still have another store to go to. I need a new skirt…"

"Change of plans." He kissed her again, pulling her hands away from the zipper. "Keep it on."

"Wasn't it only a few minutes ago that you wanted me out of the dress, Bass?" she smirked at him.

"I think it can wait until we get back to my suite," he whispered, once again trailing his hands over her body. "Remember my reward?"

"Who said you were still getting that? You broke the rules." She pulled him closer to her, bringing her lips to his neck. "But maybe you deserve some sort of reward…"

He groaned as she let her own hands wander. It was a brief moment and then she pulled her body away from his.

"Tease," he muttered as she turned to look at her reflection in the mirror.

"If you go to one more store with me, then we'll be finished," she remarked, tugging the zipper down from the dress. "And you'll get a great reward, I promise." She leaned in, leaving a light kiss on his lips. She then shoved open the curtain. "Now, out while I change."

"I'll be in the limo waiting," he replied, leaving the store quickly. He shook his head as he climbed inside. Even though he knew that Blair was a woman on a mission when it came to shopping, he was going to be sure that she ditched the idea of the last store. Five hours watching her change into so many different outfits was finally getting to him. It was high time he got his reward anyways.

As he watched Blair walk out of the store, he noted that her coat was attempting to cover the dress. Smirking, he knew that he had won this one.

IV.

"Slow down, B!"

"You hurry up, we're going to lose him!"

"Umph." Serena was finally able to catch her breath as Blair stopped, only to run into the back of her. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Because I need to know what he's going to get me for Christmas."

"Here's an idea: wait until Christmas morning when he gives it to you!" Serena suggested.

"I can't do that!"

Serena shook her head. "I've never been able to figure out how your mind works, even after all of these years. Can you explain why we are stalking poor Chuck while he is just trying to shop?"

"I need to make sure his Christmas gift is as good as the one that I'm going to be giving him," Blair replied as if this was the most logical idea in the world. "It's our first Christmas together with us living together. If he is getting me a crap gift, then I know that it isn't working and that he definitely doesn't deserve the gift I'm giving him."

"What's your gift?" Serena paused. "I take that back. It probably involves sex and that's not what I want to hear about right now."

"That's part of it." Blair smiled as she thought of what she was planning for Chuck.

Serena made a noise of disgust. "Ew, Blair. Ew!"

"But I bought him something too. A new watch. There was an incident with his old one that he loved and he hasn't found another one that he likes. I found the exact one that he had before and I know that he's going to love it."

"That's so sweet!" Serena squealed.

"I know, I try."

Blair looked at the store that Chuck had just walked into, having the perfect view of him. He was looking at blouses. As soon as she saw the one that he was holding in his hands, her heart dropped.

"Serena! Do you see that blouse?!"

Serena peeked around Blair's shoulder, squinting to look at the blouse. "That's…wow. There aren't really words for it…."

"It's ugly, S, ugly! He's going to break up with me and this will be his parting gift! An ugly blouse!"

"That can't be for you. He knows that you have way better taste in clothes than that. I thought he had better taste in clothes than that."

"This is horrible!" Blair wanted to stomp into the store and tear the blouse out of his hands as he was lifting it up to get a better look at it. "And I can tell from here that isn't my size! It's way too large for me! He thinks I'm getting fat!"

Serena massaged her temples, getting a Blair induced headache. She never should have gone on this little shopping excursion with Blair. She thought of Dan, sitting at home, waiting for her to come home. It could take hours to calm Blair down.

"He doesn't think you're getting fat," Serena said. "I'm sure that there is just a misunderstanding."

Blair crossed her arms as Chuck went out of view. She turned to Serena. "I hate him."

"You don't; you love him."

"No, I hate him."

"Go talk to him."

"And give away that I've been following him since he left the apartment? Then he'll surely break up with me. This is so horrible," Blair moaned, throwing her arms around Serena.

Serena patted her friends head, sighing. It didn't seem like she was going to be getting home to Dan anytime soon. "It's all right, B, I'm sure he's not going to break up with you."

"He is! He's finally had enough of me and he doesn't love me anymore." And now Blair was in tears. This was going to be a long night.

Serena lifted her eyes and was shocked to see Chuck standing behind them, looking like he was confused and that he was going to laugh at the sight in front of him.

"Um, Blair, you should look behind you."

Blair lifted her head and jumped in surprise at Chuck standing behind her. She furiously wiped at her eyes to hide any tears that might have fallen from her eyes. She looked back at Serena.

"I think that I'm just going to go home now to Dan," Serena said, with a wave of her hand. "Thanks for the fun afternoon, B!"

"Why don't you come into the limo, Blair," Chuck said, opening the door.

She crossed her arms unhappily but did. It was cold and she had been following Chuck in it for a while now. She didn't say anything as she slid across the seat, turning her back away from him.

"Now what was this I heard about someone breaking up with you?" He was right next to her; there was really no way to escape him. "You must have been talking about your secret boyfriend."

"No, I was talking about you!" she turned on him, glaring at him. And then he had the audacity to laugh at her for that. "I can't believe you just laughed at me!"

"It's because it's a ridiculous statement!"

"Then why did you buy me that hideous blouse?"

"What hideous blouse?" Chuck questioned.

"The one in your hands."

He started laughing once again, looking down at the bag. She glared at him as he continued laughing.

"You bought it in a bigger six than I am too! I could see you from the sidewalk! You think I'm getting fat!"

"Blair." He grabbed her shoulders so that she couldn't turn away. "That's not for you. That's for the maid."

"The…maid?" Blair questioned. "You get a present for the maid?"

"I have been for the past few years, as a nice gesture." He watched as a smile formed on her face and she looked like she was going to laugh. "What's so funny about that?"

"You're just being so thoughtful!"

"I have my moments," he grumbled, letting go of her shoulders. "I would never buy something this ugly for you. As much as I try, my maid just refuses to wear anything stylish that I've bought for her. These are the only things that she likes to wear."

Blair looked down at the bag, studying the blouse. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she had seen similar patterns on the maid. "I've realized this."

"I did not get you a hideous blouse," Chuck stated.

"You didn't get me a blouse at all did you?" Blair questioned. If he had gotten her that, she was going to go return the watch as soon as they returned to the apartment.

"Blair, when have I ever gotten you a blouse? Even when we weren't dating, I seem to remember spending quite a bit of money on some expensive jewelry."

Blair smiled widely. "Does that mean that you've gotten me more expensive jewelry this year?"

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out on Christmas." He smirked, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"You won't tell me now?" she pouted.

"No. Is that why you followed me all morning? To find out what I got you for Christmas?"

"No," she lied.

"Blair, you can't lie to me."

"Fine, I just wanted to make sure that you were getting me a gift worthy of what I'm giving you."

"When I have ever not given you a worthy gift?"

She didn't respond, instead slipping under his arm, resting her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and she knew that he thought that she was going to drop the whole gift subject.

And she was…until they went home and he hopped into the shower. But he didn't need to know that one.

V.

She picked a small shirt off the display, unable to keep her smile from growing as she held the little garment in her hands. She turned to Chuck who was studying a display of bowties intently.

"Chuck," she called out.

"Wait, I'm picking out the best bowtie," he replied, not looking up at her.

Blair rolled her eyes, walking back over to him. He picked up one of the small bowties, holding it up to her. "This one is the perfect one for our son to wear."

"I draw the line at putting our son in bowties," she remarked. "And we don't even know if it's a boy yet, Chuck. Don't you think it's a little preemptive to be buying bowties?"

"You put our daughter in headbands." He gestured to their two year old daughter standing next to him, clutching his leg as he examined the bowties. A red headband with a bow adorned her head. "Our first one was a girl. This one is bound to be a boy. Bass's always have a boy."

"Yes, but headbands are different than bowties."

"No, they're not."

"Yes, they are."

"Pretty." Blair looked down at her daughter as she held out one of the bowties to her mother. Sighing, Blair took it. She knew that she had lost this one.

"See, even Elizabeth wants us to dress her brother in bowties," Chuck remarked, lifting his daughter into his arms. He kissed her cheek. "You have great taste."

"Well, she's our daughter, of course she does." Blair held the shirt up to Chuck. "And we don't know if it's a boy, yet, Chuck, so we shouldn't buy any. What about this?"

"Blair, it has baby animals on it. There is a tiny cow."

"It's cute," she replied, smiling at it.

"Yucky."

"She gets her good tastes from her father," Chuck replied.

Blair shook her head as she placed the shirt back down. "I have good taste too!"

"You do, just not when it comes to clothing for our son."

"What if it's a girl? We will have one confused daughter wearing bowties."

"It'll be a boy," Chuck nodded, looking at his daughter. "Right, Elizabeth? This Bass is going to be a little boy."

"Baby brother!"

"You've been poisoning her mind."

Chuck held up a bowtie once again. "Come on, Blair, just imagine our son in a bowtie."

She smiled at him as she had the image in her head. She wasn't going to admit to him that she had been having the same thought as he ever since they found out that she was pregnant again. A mini-Chuck Bass, complete with a bowtie and patterned scarf.

"Aha! See you want it too!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

"Fine, I want to get a bowtie."

"We get our bowtie, Elizabeth. Hand Mommy the one that you want."

Blair's smile grew wider as she grabbed the one from her daughter's hand. She kiss Elizabeth's cheek and then Chuck's. He grinned at her.

"I'm glad that you're finally seeing our way. I knew it wouldn't take much for you to want to get a bowtie."

"We're buying a headband too."