Author's Note:

Thank you for the Reviews :D

I like knowing I'm writing this for an audience. It makes me want to write these things faster if anything...

I changed the summary of the story, tell me what you think because, well... it's nice to know :)

Also this chapter explains Chuck a little... for those curious of his actions from the last chapter... because he surely needs to explain a few things to himself too ;)

The limo ride was quiet. Serena fell into a drunken sleep. Blair lay on top of Nate, back to chest, as they studied their intertwined fingers. Blair didn't even mind when he lit up a joint, as long as she got to cuddle in his warmth.

Chuck just flipped through his phone contemplating on who to call. There must be someone up for a fuck.

"Chuck" Blair was the first to break the silence. Chuck was immediate in his response, keeping a rather bored demeanour from when he glanced up from his phone. "I don't think we can take Serena back to her house like that" She nodded her head in the blonde's direction. Chuck turned to watch Serena drool a little on the limo's door.

"What do you suggest Waldorf?" He turned back to Blair, now ignored by Nate who was studying his joint, possibly contemplating how many drags were left until it finished.

"She could stay with me, my mom's out of town..." She turned to look at Nate who was quick to return his gaze to her with a grin of joy. "You can help me take her up, right?" she smiled at him hopefully and he nodded.

"Absolutely" he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips, already having been rejected to share the smoke through a mouth to mouth kiss. Blair would drink under age, but drugs were another thing completely.

The car pulled over in front of Blair's building and the three got out. Blair and Nate stood on either side of Serena, keeping her levelled. Chuck closed the door and rolled down the window.

"Nathaniel, call me tomorrow" He glanced to Blair after. "Have a pleasant night princess" he winked with a smirk and Blair just cringed before manoeuvring around to get Serena in the building and up her lift before Serena had the chance to vomit everywhere in the street.

"That was a challenge" Nate admitted as they closed the door to the guest room. "Guess I'll be going home now" He admitted looking down at his watch, noting it was past midnight.

"Or you could stay" Blair suggested shyly. Her cheeks' blushing a deep red as she took a step closer to him suggestively. She wanted this. She must have. Or she wouldn't think about wanting to strip him of his Armani suit.

"You don't have another guest room" He stated tactlessly before it hit him. He smiled down at her rosy cheeks at realizing it and kissed her. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her close as hers wound their way around his neck. They separated after a few moments still smiling at each other.

She took his hand and led him to her room. This would be the first time she's ever had a boy in her room after midnight. She turned to face him, and reached behind him to close the door, cursing to herself as she felt her face heat up once again at how nervous she was getting over being this close to Nate. Her brain wasn't exactly fully functioning, but she was well aware of what was happening. She and Nate stood alone in her room.

She turned away and took a few steps to her bed, hugging herself around the waist. Nate was quick to rid himself of his suit jacket, throwing it across her vanity's bench, and began to unbutton his shirt. He made his way to her, placing his hands on her shoulders to place a kiss on her neck. She pulled her hair out of the way and angled her neck for him to continue. She could do this. His hands moved down her shoulder blades and found the zipper at the back of the dress to unzip it, slowly.

Blair shifted and he took a step back as she turned to face him, slowly allowing the dress to drop and pool around her feet. He continued to unbutton his shirt until he stopped to admire the sight of her in a matching strapless bustier and panties. Fuck the buttons. He pulled the shirt off, hoping his head wouldn't get stuck, and went to her, wrapping his arms around her as he engulfed her mouth and moved down to her neck once again, while fumbling their way to her bed. They giggled as they fell on top of each other on the mattress and once again took each other's mouths in deep kisses.

Her hands found his hair and she gasped at the feel of his sudden arousal against her leg. At that moment all uncertainty came to her. She was practically drunk, she was half naked, and she was under Nate.

Did she want this to go any further?

Did he?

Nate began to reach for whatever was keeping her bustier on. That answered her question. She found his wandering hand and intertwined their fingers. Nate noticed her sudden frigid state and backed up a bit.

"Are you okay with this?" He may be high, but he wasn't insensitive.

"I don't know" She admitted. He looked her over once again and sighed. His eyes wandered to their hands together and he bent down and kissed hers.

"We're together now?" He asked, despite the fact he knew his answer.

"Yes" Blair smiled but remained calm

"Then we can do it another time?" he asked hopeful and looked up into her dark eyes with his blue orbs and she nodded.

"We will... when I'm ready" She admitted. She couldn't believe herself, mere seconds ago she could have sworn that all she wanted was for her and the blond to rip their clothes apart and take each other in a lust filled animalistic manner. Then again, they didn't need to rush.

"Alright" Nate sighed as he laid on her bed looking up at the ceiling, his hand still in hers laid on his abdomen.

Blair curled up next to him and placed her head on his taut bare chest. "You know" she started as she began to drift to sleep.

He looked down at her on his chest, loving the view and smiled as he wrapped his other arm around from under her, keeping her close as he rubbed her back.

"You were my first kiss" she admitted. "From around the time we were nine or ten" He tried to remember how he was when he was ten. He could only recall one memory from then, but he kept at it until another came in mind.

"You were in a pink dress" he began to remember "And you said you never kissed a boy" he laughed as he told the story. "And then I bragged on about having already kissed a girl" the other memory now definite in his head. The other girl was Serena. Serena told him that day that grownups kiss on the lips. He wanted to prove to her he was a grownup and he grabbed her face and gave her a big kiss on the lips. She immediately wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and fully emphasized her disgust with a "yuck" before giggling away like the ditzy blonde child she was, and still is, at times.

"Then you said you'd kiss me" Blair continued remember the kiss. Nate went about it cutely back then, learning from his prior mistake. He leaned over and it was a small peck on the lips, nothing really major, but it was soft and timid and exactly how a first kiss should be like. Too bad it wasn't his first.

"We also played truth or dare once" Nate's memories began to come back since he usually ignored the part of summer he was forced to spend in New York in continuous events that made no sense to him as a child other than his mom told him to. His mom still tells him to. He also tended to forget most of the recent ones since he started drinking. But not remembering was part of the fun. No regrets as Chuck called it.

"Don't remind me" Blair said in disgust as she recalled an incident requiring her to have a spoon full of shampoo as a dare. Who did dare her to do that anyways?

"Serena had to take her top off then... that was funny" Nate laughed, knowing it was more funny that the guys, other than Chuck, didn't know what bras were, and found the fact Serena wore one as fascinating. Blair, despite hating bringing up Serena, was enjoying how his chest vibrated with his laughs and his heart beat strong against her ear.

"She also had to kiss half the guys in the circle" She added. Smiling at the old memories, wishing at that moment she never left, because she truly believed she may have just been with Nate this entire time. He would have also already taken her virginity around this time, because other than, they just got together, she couldn't think up of another reason for her body to not want to do it.

"We were good friends the three of us huh?" Nate asked rhetorically, but Blair nodded against his chest. "We should do something tomorrow, like old times"

"All we did in the old times was go to social events and sneak off to play games with the rest of the kids" Blair explained and he smiled

"Until we were old enough to drink anyways" Nate added laughing again. "Well we can do the sneaking off... You liked feeding the ducks at central park" Blair was shocked that he remembered that detail. She sat up from him and looked him dead in the eye. "You used to" he added in defence thinking she was mad but her lips curved into a smile and she leaned down to kiss him.

"I still do" she added, now hovering on top of him.

"Ok tomorrow, we can go" he promised leaning up to kiss her before she rested her head on her pillow.

"Tomorrow" she kept the smile on her face as she closed her eyes slowly being overcome with sleep.

He was Chuck Fucking Bass. He didn't go after girls, or work for them. They came to him, by cash or just flaunting his name. He didn't fixate on a particular brunette and make her the centre of his attention. She was a conquest that was drifting off the lines he drew around the girls he went after. Keeping them as nothing more than prizes to go through and use until they were no longer valid. A challenge was one thing, but an addiction was too much. And he sure as hell never gave a shit about them, or care for them and worry about the fact they may just be sick... Bulimic or not.

He's been with models with the worst cases of eating disability, and yet for him it was a matter that they were in the toilet, and not in his bed. Nothing mattered off the mattress when it came to the women he bedded. Nothing will. He wasn't going to let a girl hook him into becoming an infatuated idiot with no sense of self preservation by giving her his time of day, or night.

He wasn't going to suddenly care for a girl he just wanted to fuck. He grew too attached to the competition that he was becoming obsessive, and Chuck Bass did not do obsessive.

Nathaniel can have her. He should. In this case he wouldn't have to worry about falling for her when she was with his best friend. Trusting his friendship with Nathaniel as being the most sacred relationship he was willing to have. He was wise enough to withdraw at the earliest signs of infatuation. A game was one thing. But when all was still fare in love and war, he rather just made a strategic retreat and win in the long run by avoiding what may be the worst thing ever. He would not fall for her, and as long as Blair Waldorf was with his best friend that should never happen...

Now if only he could stop thinking about her as he laid atop of another woman.

Author's Note:

What do you think?

Is this becoming Chuck and Blair? Nate and Blair? Blair and Other?

Is this moving in a good pace? Would you like to take guesses of who the other is or could be?

It's not an original character, but he won't exactly be in character either from the show anyways. He'll be coming around soon enough. Depends if all my ideas are delivered within a plausible range of words to fit everything I want into the next few chapters...