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Chuck POV

I woke up, flush against another warm body.

Blair

I had never really moved slowly through sex, but I wanted to change that last night, to let Blair know I was committed to making sure she enjoyed herself as much as I did. And I knew she enjoyed it, her moans still echoing in my head.

My arm remained around her the entire night, another thing I never did. After I fucked, I didn't touch or hold. Yet, here I was...holding...Blair. The thought scared me so I quickly removed my arm and rolled over, off the bed. I needed to clear my head, figure out what I wanted, so I headed to the shower to relax.

The hot water soothed my muscles and relaxed me enough to think.

You still want her. Last night only increased your desire to have her again and again. And next time, make sure she's sober.

I have to admit, I hadn't planned for her to get so trashed beforehand. I felt ashamed to take her when she was drunk, I tried to pretend my disgust was directed at her behaviour but it was really directed towards myself. I tried to sober her up enough before hand, but did it work?

What if she doesn't want you again? You have no bargaining chips left to stall with and try to woo her.

Well, I'd have to solve that problem when I figured out what she was thinking.

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Blair POV

I woke up in a startlingly comfortable bed, too big and too soft to be my own.

That's because it's Chuck's.

I was immediately thankful that the bed was empty but I couldn't help but wonder where he'd wandered off to.

He's probably waiting for you to leave so you don't try and do the whole "talk" thing with him.

Well, I'd never been one to linger. So, I wrapped the sheet around me and scanned the room for my clothes. Where did I take them off?

"Housekeeping grabbed them while we were sleeping, they'll be back in about half and hour."

I turned to the voice to see a freshly showered and clothed Chuck, eyeing me wrapped in only a bedsheet.

"So, what you're telling me is," I snarled, "people were in this room this morning," he looked ready to argue but I cut him off, "AND I have to sit here naked for 30 minutes?"

He simply smirked, "I ordered up some breakfast, there's no rush is there? Classes don't start for another hour."

Classes!

"We have school today!!" I shouted, "I still have to go home, shower, get my uniform, get-"

He interrupted me, "I'll drive you over and you can get a ride with me to school, it'll save you time that way."

I was ready to protest when I heard a knock at the door.

"And there's our food," Chuck opened the door and a man walked in pushing a cart with our food on it. I was once again aware of my appearance and I dropped to the floor beside the bed in an attempt to hide myself. The man quickly left and I saw Chuck standing over me, laughing.

"You really are ridiculous B," he grinned.

"Just give me something to eat and wear," I snapped, "I don't have time to wait for my clothes."

I got up and grabbed a bowl of fruit and a scone, shoving them down my throat as Chuck came back holding some sweats.

"Lady-like as usual," he taunted, as bits of scone tumbled from my mouth on to the sheet.

I would have responded but my mouth was too full to say anything, so I grabbed the sweats from him and stormed off to the bathroom, swallowing my food.

I emerged a few seconds later and tossed Chuck's sheet on to the bed.

"Let's go," I demanded as Chuck quickly got to his feet, smirking at my appearance.

"Don't say anything," I warned.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he quipped, grabbing his phone and dialing his driver.

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Chuck POV

The drive to Blair's house was silent, devoid of our usual bantering as the awkwardness began to creep in.

"I'll be no more than twenty minutes," she promised, "my mother's flight left about an hour ago so you can wait inside."

We entered her home, and I sat in the foyer while she ran upstairs to shower and change. True to her word she came down twenty minutes later, looking a little rougher than usual, but still nearly perfect.

We sat in the limo again, silent until Blair asked the driver to stop the car, about two blocks away from the school.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused by her behaviour.

"No one can see us together, at all, ever," she demanded and slammed the door, walking in the direction of the school.

I sighed and told my driver to move on. We pulled up to school a minute later.

"Hey man, where were you yesterday, I called you like a million times."

I turned to face Nate, his very presence irritated me. I suppose it was hardly fair..I was the one sleeping with his ex.

"Nathaniel," I smirked, "you sound like a jealous boyfriend," I repeated Blair's words as Nate rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, man. I just really need to talk about this Blair thing with someone, preferably a guy," Nate looked distraught.

"I'd prefer not to get involved in this sordid affair," his eyes pleaded with me, "but for you Nathaniel, I guess I really have no choice."

"Thanks, man," he looked enormously relieved, "meet me out here at 4." He turned away and headed inside to class.

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't do this, not to Nate.

"What did you say to him?" a voice snarled at me from behind.

"Long time no see, " I rolled my eyes.

"I saw you talking to Nate, what did you say? Did he say anything about me?" She looked annoyed, but desperate.

"He just wants to talk, he's all stressed about the whole trial thing," I told her.

"Oh no! The trial! That's why he's been acting like this! I should talk to him, he looks so scared and lonely," Blair whined in an almost baby voice.

I felt my anger rising at her. Just hearing her speak his name nearly drove me insane.

"You're an idiot Waldorf," I snapped, "how many times do I have to say it, it's over with Nate, he doesn't want to be with you anymore."

It was cruel but I had had enough of her whining over Nate. I stormed off up the stairs into the school.

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Blair POV

Chuck was just being a jealous idiot. How could I expect him to be honest when he had admitted he liked me? If I could only talk to Nate, I know we could work this out, and maybe we wouldn't be together now, but perhaps after everything with his parents worked out.

What about Chuck?

Chuck could fuck himself for all I cared.

He's Nate's best friend, he could tell you what Nate's thinking and planning.

Why would he tell me that?

I'm sure you could find a way to suck it out of him.

I smirked as I sauntered up the steps, heading to class where Nate, Chuck, Serena, and I would all be in the same room for this first time since this wild weekend.

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Narrator POV

The students filed into the class and Blair decided to be risky and abandoned her usual seat next to Serena for the seat next to Chuck.

"If you're going to spend the whole class asking me about Nate, you might as well move now," Chuck whispered, still annoyed with her.

"No, forget about Nate," she whispered back, "I think we need to talk about last night."

Chuck perked up a little but began to look hesitant, "what about it?"

"Well, I'm sure this morning after thing is old news to you," Blair whispered harshly, "but it's all new to me, and I just want to figure out where this is going."

"Where what is going?" Chuck asked, not daring to look hopeful.

"Well, with everything that happened this weekend, I just want to know what's going to happen."

"Where do you want it to go?" Chuck replied, "because you should know that the door to my suite is always open."

Blair rolled her eyes, "I was thinking -"

"NO TALKING," Mrs. Graham berated, and then proceeded to continue droning on about literature or something of the sort.

"Meet me out front after school," Blair muttered as quietly as possible.

"Can't, Nate needs to talk to me then," Chuck replied regretfully.

Blair smiled, "well after you talk to him, come to my place, my mother's in Paris right now."

Chuck nodded, while Blair began taking notes on Mrs. Graham's lecture. After a few minutes she felt something graze against her thigh. She ignored it until she felt it moving up higher.

Chuck's fingers tickled their way up her leg, grazing along the hem of her skirt. Blair looked down at her paper, her cheeks going red as Chuck smirked, looking very smug.

His fingers continued on their path, higher and higher until Blair grabbed his hand in her own and slowly pushed it into his lap. Her fingers, however, remained on his hand, her thumb slowly stroking it for a few seconds before returning to her work.

Blair could feel Chuck's gaze upon her for most of the remainder of class.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who noticed.

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Spotted. N and C meeting up on the school's front steps. This looks serious, is N having second thoughts about losing B? And where was B headed to in such a hurry? Careful C, it's never a good idea to get involved in the woes of ex-lovers.

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A/N- Whew! I have to say, I've never been so dedicated to one of my stories. It's probably because of all your lovely reviews. You're all wonderful! Thank you!

Next time:

What is Blair up to?

What's going on with Nate and Jenny?

And will Chuck ever get what he wants from B? But wait, what does he want from her?

Wait and see...