-1Blair knocked on the door of Chuck's suite. She couldn't wait to see him. Ever since last night, she felt this sudden attachment to him. Like if she let him go, she would die. He finally opened the door with a huge grin on his face.

"Blair!"

He pulled her into a hug. She hugged back. He led her inside. She let out a gasp. There were a hundred white candles lit all through the suite. They were the only source of light. There was spaghetti & meatballs and a salad on the coffee table. There were also place settings. She looked back at Chuck. He was just smiling proudly.

"You like?"

She looked again. There were so many words that could describe what he had done. Wonderful. Thoughtful. Compassionate. Romantic. She looked back at him.

"I absolutely love it!"

She ran over to him and gave him a kiss. It was so passionate, that she went for his shirt but he stopped her.

"Let's eat. I made all of this for you."

"You made the food?"

"Yes with the help of Eric."

She smiled as he led her to the little coffee table. He sat on one side and she sat on the other. He gave her some spaghetti to start off. She smelled it. It smelled sort of fishy.

"I made this just for you."

She smiled at him. The smile that was just for him.

"Well what are you waiting for, dig in."

She took some spaghetti. She hesitated for a second before putting it in her mouth. Once it was in, she wished it was back out. It was disgusting. The sauce was all liquidy and had no flavour. And the noodles were crunchy. She also tasted tuna. How the heck did tuna get in there she thought. She smiled politely. After all he did all of this for her. She forced herself to swallow it.

"That was um………. Very tasty."

He just smiled. No one had ever given him a compliment before.

"Here try the salad."

He put some salad on her plate. It looked really weird. There were tiny pieces of lettuce, some pieces of radish and tuna. So that's were it came from, she thought. Chuck poured some olive oil on it. She took some salad and put in her mouth. It was worse than the spaghetti. It was all soggy and had no taste. Did he even wash the vegetables? She smiled again.

"That was very interesting."

He smiled and poured himself some spaghetti and salad. Before he dug in he spoke.

"I am so glad that you like it"

She just smiled. He put the spaghetti in his mouth. Once he put it in, he took a napkin and spat it back out.

"Oh that was disgusting! What the heck did I make? Do you even like it?"

She looked at him. She knew she couldn't lie. She nodded slowly. He sighed.

"I can't do anything right, can I. I screw up dinner! What idiot does that!"

"Your not an idiot. You made me dinner. Do you know how much that means to me? So what if it messed up, it's the thought that counts right?"

She got up and gave him a hug. The thought had been sweet.

"Thank you, but next time don't lie, Waldorf."

"Okay."

He kissed her. They were both hungry, hungry for love that is. She started taking off his shirt. He took off her skirt. Sex twice in a day? Who would have thought Blair would do such a thing. She reached for his pants and slowly removed the belt. He picked her up and brought her over to his bed. He looked her in the eyes once more before resuming to kiss her. Their kissed became more and more stronger. She took off his pants. He took off her blouse. He reached for her bra strap. She arched her back and he took it off. Kissing her was the most fun he could ever have. He took one of her breasts and put his hand on it. She reached for his boxers and took them off. He slipped off her panties and stuck his finger in her opening. She moaned. No guy had ever treated her like that. Dare she say, she liked it. He took his finger out and rolled on to his back. She kissed him some more before rolling back on her back. He took this as an opportunity to push in. He pushed in and she screamed his name.

"Chuck! Oh Chuck…….."

They were both breathing heavily. Her hands on his neck and his on her back. They were at peace. Once they had finished, they fell asleep in each other's arms. In peace. Meanwhile, Jenny and Hazel were waiting outside Rosalito's. Jenny checked the time.

"Hazel, I need to get going. I have to be home before eleven."

Hazel turned to face Jenny.

"Jenny, I need you to be here. Do you want Blair to win? Besides it's the weekend, you don't need to be home early."

"You're right, I guess."

"I know I am right. Come on I promised to meet Carter inside."

"Carter? Why do you need to meet him?"

"Together we can take over the Upper East Side. And you can be a part of it."

Jenny smiled at the idea of being one the important ones. She could be Upper East Side royalty. They entered the restaurant. They spotted Carter sitting in a booth. They went to join him. Hazel spoke first.

"Hey, Carter."

He just smiled. He didn't like Hazel, but he needed her to get back at Chuck. He noticed the blond girl beside Hazel. He smiled.

"And who is this lovely young lady?"

"This is Jenny."

Jenny stuck out her hand and Carter shook it. He looked in her eyes. I'd do her, he thought. Hazel and Jenny sat down. Carter kept staring at Jenny. She was wearing a tank top that showed just a little too much cleavage. She liked being looked at boys. Hazel leaned forward.

"So how are we going to take them down?"

Carter leaned forward.

"I was thinking total sabotage. Any events coming up?"

"Unfortunately, no. The prom was the event of the month."

Jenny spoke up.

"Why don't we just make an event like the prom. Like a after prom."

Carter smiled.

"That may be a good idea."

She blushed.

"Thank you."

Hazel checked her watch.

"Got to go, promised to meet Derek at Yohon's."

"Derek?"

"Yeah some guy I picked up last night. Can you make it home or do you need a ride?"

Jenny looked at Carter.

"No, I'll find a way home."

Hazel left. Carter went to sit Jenny.

"Want to order some drinks?"

"Sure."

He ordered them some Vodka. After three glasses of vodka, he grabbed her hand.

"Jenny, you are so cute."

"So are you."

He kissed her. Now being a fourteen year old slut she quiet enjoyed it. She felt his tongue in her mouth. Crap what do I do, she thought. She decided that she should put her tongue in his throat. She finally got the hang of it. He stopped for a second.

"How about we go somewhere a little more…..private?"

She nodded. They grabbed their stuff and called a taxi. Seventy camera clicks went off. Meanwhile, Serena arrived at the Palace. She took the elevator to the penthouse suite. Inside she found Eric sitting in the living room.

"Eric, where's mom?"

"She and Bart went out for dinner."

"Oh, well have you seen Blair then?"

"She is probably still eating in Chuck's suite."

"Chuck's suite?"

"Yeah, he made her dinner."

"Chuck made dinner?"

"Well I helped."

Serena laughed. Eric started talking.

"So how was your night?"

"I just hung out with Blair and Dan. So it was pretty normal."

"I wish I could go. Mom has me locked up here like a prisoner."

"Well be glad that you don't have to go by bride's maid's dresses with her."

"Yes, well I have to go pick place settings with her. And to pick a place setting you have to look through 347 of them."

"You win."

He smiled.

"I am tired. I haven't slept all day."

"Yeah I know what you mean. Can believe that the prom was just a day ago?"

"I know. So much has happened since then."

He got up and went to his room. He entered his room and pulled his pyjamas out. Before he changed, he got a text. He opened it.

Eric, meet me tomorrow at 3 outside Saks.

He replied.

Yeah sure.

Thanks, bring along Blair.

Why?

Just bring her, please?

Fine.

He had been texting Jenny. They had been friends at the beginning of the year, but they had drifted apart. She had become more mean and he started to see the real reason she had wanted to be friends with him, so she could talk to Serena. He got dressed and went to bed. Meanwhile, Nate was sitting at Victrola. He always came here to relive his stress. He had heard about Mr. Waldorf's death. The guy had been like a father for him and now he was just gone. He was sure Chuck was taking care of Blair at that very moment. A stripper interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, sexy. Why don't we get a little private?"

He looked at her.

"How about no."

"Why would you come to a strip club if you don't plan on getting laid?"

"I am stressed and I don't need STD's added to my problem."

She huffed and walked away. He ordered another scotch. This would be a long and lonely night. While he was drinking, Blair and Chuck were waking up from their long nap. She was still in his arms.

"That was amazing."

He just smiled.

"Well I am glad you enjoyed it. As long as it was better than the food."

She laughed. Then she got up and started to gather her clothes. He just looked at her. She looked gorgeous. She rushed into the bathroom. He got his phone out and checked his messages. There was one from gossip girl. He opened it and he wished he hadn't. There was a picture of Blair and that Kyle guy. His heart felt like it was breaking. He didn't have time to do a whole lot because Blair came out.

"Hey."

He didn't reply so she crept up behind him and put her arms around his waist.

"What's bothering you now?"

"Maybe you should go meet up with Serena, now. I feel tired."

"What?"

"Just go now. I'll see you tomorrow."

She silently started toward the door. He wanted to kiss her but he was so upset. She left.