Hey all! Thank you thank you thank you for all the wonderful feedback I've been receiving. I appreciate every single one, but since I read most of my reviews on my iPhone, i don't really spend the time it would take for me to get online and respond to each review. But i do read them all and they all brighten up my day :-) Ok, well i know this chapter was kind of short, but i like leaving cliffhangers i suppose and so i closed this one with one. I'll be posting more in the next two days. Hopefully i'll be able to put up two chapters each day (not too much homework this week). Anyway, i'll stop writing now. Enjoy the story. Reviews, as always, are loved! Happy Readings!

"Dan and Serena need to hurry up!" Nate complained as he looked out the window of the room, but was unable to see past the incessant snow fall.

Dan and Serena had been gone for almost an hour.

They had headed over to Billy Ray's to check on the status of their car. The room had been quiet except for the inane chatter of the news reporter on the television. Nate was already feeling uncomfortable, hell he had become uncomfortable the moment Dan and Serena had volunteered to go check on the car and left the three of them alone. They'd walked out of the room before he was able to object.

Blair remained in her bed, feigning interest in her cell phone, avoiding conversation with either man. Chuck sat on the bed he'd slept in that night, his gaze glued on Blair and her every movement. And Nate, well Nate stood pacing around the room trying to find something to do that would break the tension that oozed down the walls like the stuff you see in horror movies. This had to be the single most painful experience of his life: best friend and ex-girlfriend both in the same room, more going on between them than met the naked eye. Perhaps Chuck had lived up to his word. Maybe he'd slept with Blair. She was acting nervous and avoiding Chuck more than the usual.

Yeah, he'd definitely slept with Blair. Nate inwardly groaned at the thought.

He sighed out loud in frustration. He'd give Dan and Serena ten more minutes. If they weren't back by then, he would leave and go get breakfast. Solo! He was not going to spoil his appetite because Tweedledee and Tweedledum didn't know how to act mature and handle their business like adults. He so felt like slapping some sense into both of them. And he would, if he wasn't smart enough to know that that would lead to the death of him.

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"We should get back," Serena whispered to Dan as they heard Billy Ray struggle with the car on the other side of the garage. "He's not finishing this anytime soon and it's getting cold," she complained as she hugged herself tighter trying to warm herself.

"Yeah I guess. This guy is annoying me. He needs to finish this car already!" Dan said hotly at Serena.

"Billy Ray," Serena spoke up. "How much longer are you going to take with the car?"

"Oh hell Blondie, anywhere between two or three hours. Why don't you kids go catch some breakfast and then come back," he suggested as he stuck his head out from behind the lot wall.

"Great," Dan responded causticly. "We'll be back in two." You better have it fixed by then.

"Good," Serena said as she began walking out of the lot. "Let's get back."

"Hey, hold on just a minute," Dan began as he pulled Serena closer to him and pressed her against the wall of the garage. "You haven't said hello to me in proper fashion," Dan whispered against her ear. Serena shuddered as his breath sent warm waves through her body.

"Dan..."

His lips pressed down on hers gently and any thought to protest was erased from her mind.

Their bodies melded together perfectly, the cool brick against her back a welcomed feeling as her body immediately began to heat up. Heat up too quickly. She had to pull away.

"I think we should talk about this," Serena stated as she broke off the kiss. She couldn't allow herself to be swept away. Not this time. Not again.

Dan hung his head and nodded. "Yeah. You're right. We need to talk..."

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"OK. Well look you guys, I'm going to head out," Nate said as he stood from the chair he had just recently sat in and began putting on his coat, gloves and hat.

Blair shot up from her resting position, dropping her phone from the quickness of her motion. "Wha- wha- where you going?" Blair managed to squeak out as she knelt to pick up her phone. Chuck's eyes had already brighten at Nate's words. Blair could still feel his eyes on her. She'd been trying to ignore it all morning, but the guy didn't give up.

"I'm going to see what's keeping Dan and Serena. And then I thought I'd grab breakfast."

"Breakfast? I can do breakfast," Blair said as she began walking towards Nate, desperately pleading with her eyes for him to stay and wait for her.

"B, I don't want you walking all the way to the car shop with me. There's a lot of snow out there and you're boots aren't really cut out for this weather. You'll probably slip and fall..."

"That she did," Chuck commented softly as he began leaning back on the bed and watching the television newscaster.

Blair eyed him angrily and then turned her gaze back to Nate. "I don't mind, Nate. Really. I'm actually hungry."

"How about I call you when I'm done at the garage. Then you two can head out and walk to the diner. We'll all meet there. And Chuck will be there to break your fall, so don't worry," Nate said as he stared Chuck down intently.

Chuck read the expression in Nate's eyes and silently thanked God that Nate wasn't as stupid as he looked. The "pretty boy" had some brains. He was obviously giving Blair and him the space he was so desperately craving all morning.

"Nate..." Blair whined, knowing Nate had already made up his mind. And short of causing a scene in front of two of her ex boyfriends...or whatever you wanted to consider Chuck Bass....she would just have to sit here and stomach a few minutes alone with Chuck.

You can handle it Blair. You handled a whole night with Chuck. Now, but there's the problem, isn't it? You can't keep your hands off him. No. No. He can't keep his hands off me. I'm in control. Remember that! Blair argued with herself in her head, drawing a curious glance from Nate.

"OK you two," Nate said as he turned the knob on the door. "Be good. And no fighting," he said smugly as he walked out the door.

Blair's cheeks reddened. Jerk. He was just as bad as Chuck. I bet Chuck's had this planned all along. And Nate's so stupid, he always has to go along with what Chuck says.

"So Waldorf..." Chuck spoke slow and low, in that tone that could make the polar ice caps melt. It definitely made all her insides melt and puddle between her legs. Stop! Stop right this instant Blair Waldorf! My God. You're like a raging nymphomaniac!

"Alone at last..." Chuck finished as she heard his footsteps draw nearer.