This one shot is based on a prompt I received from my reader salbaby. She wanted me to write about Chuck and Blair's first fight and makeup session. So here it is. I hope you all enjoy it. I so appreciate all the reviews, favorites and follows. The response was overwhelming! As always I own nothing.

Blair Waldorf Bass watched her husband of five and a half months across the patio of the Van der Woodsen's Hamptons house. Milly Stevens was hanging all over him. Milly had just gone through a very messy divorce and was fifteen years older than Chuck. Blair watched as he laughed at something the bottle blonde had said. Blair knew that whatever it was it certainly wasn't that funny. Her forehead wrinkled as she took in the woman's bad boob job and Botox gone wrong.

Blair downed her martini and rolled her eyes. "Gross," she whispered.

"Why are you standing over here all alone B?" Serena had appeared at her best friend's side.

Blair handed Serena her empty glass without looking at her. "Keeping an eye on the vultures. Can you get me a refill?"

Serena took the glass following the line of Blair's gaze. "What's up with you two tonight?"

Blair pulled her eyes from her husband and looked at her friend. "Nothing. Just the usual. Chuck being an ass."

Serena sighed. "So the honeymoon is over?"

"As of this morning yes." Blair gave Serena a little push. "Drink. Now please."

Serena started to turn away to do her friend's bidding when Blair stopped her. "Who invited Milly the money grabbing whore anyway?"

"She volunteered with my mother on the Met costume benefit board. She felt she had to invite her."

Blair tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "I'm getting thirsty." She watched as Serena rolled her eyes and walked over to the open bar to get her another drink.

Blair thought back to the morning argument she had had with Chuck. They had rented a house in the Hamptons for the summer and were going to divide their time between here and Manhattan. It was Memorial weekend and their first weekend in the house. The current plan was to return to Manhattan on Tuesday morning and come back out on Thursday night.

They were having a lovely breakfast on the terrace overlooking the pool and ocean when Blair decided to broach the subject of not returning to New York but staying at the beach for the entire week. She was having so much fun with Serena and it was so relaxing that she didn't want to leave.

She cleared her throat and set her tea cup back down onto her saucer. "So I was thinking about the week and I thought it might be nice to stay here and not return to Manhattan. There's the Hampton's magazine party on Tuesday and I would love to attend."

Chuck, who was reading the Times, nodded behind the paper. "You should definitely stay then. I have to return to the City though. I have final auditions at the club all week."

If Chuck could've seen Blair's face through the paper he would've known that his wife was beyond livid and he would've stopped talking but he was oblivious. "Maybe I'll return Friday instead of Thursday night and I'll go Nate's Spectator party."

When Blair didn't respond right away he lowered the corner of the paper and glanced at her. She was sitting on the edge of her chair with her back rod straight and her arms crossed in front of herself.

He shut the paper sighing. "Or I could come back Thursday night. I don't have to go to the party."

"This isn't about the party Chuck. This is about the auditions at Victrola."

He picked up his cup and took a sip of his espresso. "Blair, I'm always present for the final auditions. You know this. I can't do the hiring if I don't know the level of their ability and skills. This is the way it's been since I bought the club."

She removed her cloth napkin from her lap and placed it beside her plate. "That was before you were married. Certainly that changes things."

"What does our being married have to do with the way I conduct my business?" He sat back in his chair.

"I don't like the idea of you spending your nights watching women strip for you. What will people think?"

"First of all, the women don't strip for me, they dance. Second I couldn't care less what people think. This is my club and my business. It's successful for a reason."

Tears filled her eyes. "Do you care what I think?"

He sighed. "Of course I do Blair. I love you but I'm not going to change how I do business. I don't tell you how to pick models for Waldorf Designs. Plus I expect at this point in our very long relationship you would know me well enough to know that everything is strictly professional."

"You've had sex with some of the girls in the past haven't you?"

He shook his head standing up. "Stop it Blair."

She raised her eyebrows. "But you have."

"Yes, I have, when I was much younger and single. I have never cheated on you nor would I and quite frankly I'm offended that we're even having this conversation at all. I've had enough. Now if you'll excuse me I have a business call to make."

"Don't you dismiss me." She stood up her voice rising in anger.

Chuck turned around to face her. "You're acting like a petulant child having a tantrum and I'm not going to indulge this. I have never given you any reason not to trust me." He started to turn his back on her and stopped. "I don't think I'll be joining you for lunch today at Maidstone. You should call Serena and Lily and have them join you."

And with that he turned his back on her and left the terrace. Blair let out a small scream after he had shut the door. They spent the rest of the day apart and only saw each other when it was time to dress for Lily's party.

The longer they went without speaking the more tension built up. So much so that Dorota had stepped in. "Miss Blair you need to fix problem with Mr. Chuck. Everyone knows you two fighting."

Dorota was arranging Blair's hair into a messy updo and she glared at her maid in the mirror. "He's the one that needs to fix this with me. I didn't start it. He wants to continue acting like he's single. Interviewing dancers and going to parties with Manhattan's most eligible bachelors. It's a slap in my face."

Dorota gave her employer a disproving look. "Mr. Chuck loves you and would never do anything to hurt you."

Blair sighed. She knew Dorota was right but at this point it was a manner of principal. She wasn't going to back down now.

"Just finish my hair. I don't need marital advice, thank you very much," she snapped.

They rode to the party in complete silence and so it was that she found herself on the outs with her husband at the Van der Woodsen's annual Welcome Summer Party.

Serena brought her out of her memories by handing her a fresh drink. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Blair shook her head. "No, not really."

Just then they were approached by a man wearing a pair of Vineyard Vines lobster printed club pants. Blair was about to roll her eyes when she realized who it was.

"Andrew Clark?"

He smiled at her giving her a hug. "Blair Waldorf. You look stunning as always. I haven't seen you since high school graduation."

She nodded pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah it's been awhile and it's Bass now." She held up her left hand flashing the Harry Winston diamond engagement ring and wedding bands.

He slid his hand into the pocket of his WASPy pants. "Yeah I read about that in the Times society section. I think the headline read 'Former Princess weds to become Queen of Manhattan society' or something like that."

"Yeah something like that." Blair knew the headline by heart. "Former Grimaldi Princess weds and becomes Queen of Manhattan" but she wasn't going to correct him that would be rude.

He took a sip of his drink. "Wow. It's so good seeing you." He then acknowledged Serena who had been standing there the whole time. "You too Serena."

Serena forced a smile and turned to Blair. "My mom needed some help. Do you want to come with me Blair?" She was trying to give her friend and out.

Blair slid her arm through Andrew's. "No S, I think I'll catch up with Andrew for a bit."

Serena sighed glancing across the patio and noticing Chuck staring in their direction. She prayed they wouldn't cause any kind of scene. Her mother had had enough to deal with recently.

"Ok. I'll see you in a bit."

Serena left the two of them as she heard them start to discuss high school.

Chuck found her an hour later slightly drunk and laughing at some story Andrew was telling about his antics at Harvard or his crew club or whatever. Chuck had decided this whole thing had gone on long enough. He had let her stew and pout but he was over it now. He had been extremely irritated that morning and most of the afternoon but as the night wore on he slowly realized that what they were fighting about was so trivial. If she didn't want him to conduct the auditions then he wouldn't. It really wasn't all that big of a deal. Besides he was tired of not having her at his side and having to fend off the very obvious advances of Milly Stevens all night.

"Blair I think it's time to go home now."

Blair turned to look at her husband. She was doing that over the top fake smile thing she did when she was forced to pretend that she was enjoying herself. No one else could ever tell she was doing it but Chuck recognized it every time.

"I don't feel like going home just yet. Andrew and I are having the most interesting conversation. You remember Andrew from St. Judes right? Did you know he's in law school at Harvard and interning this summer with Felder? As in Raoul Lionel Felder the best divorce attorney in Manhattan." She raised her eyebrows at him.

Chuck didn't take his eyes off of Blair. Obviously she was still angry and trying to push his buttons. Just the thought of her even entertaining the idea of divorce made his blood boil.

He leaned down, clenching his jaw and whispered in her ear, "Alright you've made your point now let's go."

She turned to Andrew. "Tell me again about the Hanover/Giuliani case."

Chuck gently took Blair by the elbow and pulled her to her feet. "If you'll excuse us Clark."

Andrew started to protest but one look from Chuck and he shut his mouth. Chuck placed an arm around Blair's waist and started to lead her across the terrace to the doors leading into the house.

She tried to pull out of his grasp as he tightened his grip. "Unhand me right this minute," she hissed.

"You want to act like a spoiled child then I'll treat you like one."

They were then approached by the executive director of Lenox Hill Hospital. "Mr. and Mrs. Bass it's so good to see you."

He shook Chuck's hand. "I want to thank you both again for your more than generous contribution to our new children's wing."

Chuck forced a smile. "It was our pleasure Frank."

Blair started to say something when Chuck gave her side a pinch. She gasped and Chuck shook the director's hand again. "If you'll excuse us my wife is feeling a bit unwell."

He nodded. "Of course and do feel better Mrs. Bass."

Chuck moved them along before she could spew a snarky remark.

They made it to the terrace doors without any more interruptions. He held the door as he pushed gently on the small of her back and she crossed the threshold.

By this point Blair was furious again. She stormed through the kitchen and past the startled staff, down the hallway and into the large foyer. Chuck was right behind her. She turned on him as he entered the space.

"You're an ass." She was fisting her hands at her sides.

"Noted." He continued to walk past her. "I'm not going to fight with you about this at Lily's party." He opened the door. "We can discuss it at home."

She stormed through the open door to the car that was waiting for them out front. Blair rolled her eyes. Of course he had texted the driver before pulling her from the party.

The ten minute drive was spent in complete silence. Blair stared out the window while Chuck mindlessly glanced through his emails.

Once home Blair immediately stormed upstairs to the master bedroom while Chuck stayed behind to lock up. They had dismissed the staff prior to leaving for the night. He debated retiring to the library and drinking himself into a stupor but he felt like they had to hash things out. They were married now and they couldn't handle their problems the way they used to do when they were just dating. Avoidance wouldn't work anymore.

As he went around the house checking the doors he thought about how ridiculous she was acting and he felt himself begin to get angry again. He had planned on going to her tonight at the party and apologizing but then she threw Andrew Clark and his accomplishments in his face and all reason left him. Why did she have the ability to cause him to feel so out of control?

He poured himself a glass of scotch and downed it before heading upstairs. He had a feeling he was going to need the sustenance in order to deal with his prickly wife.

He took a deep breath before opening the door to their bedroom. He walked down the small hallway and into the sitting room. He removed his jacket and glanced around. It was quiet, too quiet. He threw his jacket onto the loveseat and headed into the bedroom.

Blair was sitting at the vanity brushing her hair. She had changed into a silk robe and if he was being honest she looked beautiful.

She glared at him in the reflection of the mirror as she continued to run the brush through her curls. "You can sleep in the guest room tonight."

He began to untie his tie removing it and tossing it on the chaise. "You're not shutting me out of our bedroom Blair." He began to unbutton his dress shirt.

Blair slammed her sterling silver backed hairbrush down on top of the vanity and stood up. "Fine. Then I will sleep in the guest room."

In complete agitation she started to rush past him. He reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her to his side. "You're not leaving this room. We're married now and we have to resolve things."

She laughed at him with her eyes blazing. "Ha! Married? You'd never know it by the way you act. Ogling dancers, wanting to attend parties solo, drooling all over Milly Stevens! What part of all that sounds like a happily married man to you?" She was panting in anger at this point.

"You're a fine one to talk practically crawling on top of Andrew fucking Clark. Seriously Blair the guy is so far below me he's not even worth my notice. You could've at least picked someone semi successful."

"I hate you right now."

"Well I don't particularly like you too much at the moment either."

"Let go of me." She tried to pull her arms free but he held firm.

"No." Staring at her he took in her flushed face and he realized that he was starting to feel something other than anger. "The problem is you've been too indulged your whole life. Blair Waldorf loved and adored and treated like a princess. Maybe if your father had taken you over his knee once and awhile we wouldn't be standing here having this argument."

She gasped, "How dare you? My father would never hurt me. He loves me!"

"He spoiled you. There's a difference. It's called discipline Blair and you're sorely lacking in it."

Blair's breath caught and she stared up at him. It was then that she saw the desire and wanting in his eyes.

He leaned forward till their lips were almost touching. "You could use a good spanking."

She shook her head. "Don't you even think about it or…"

"Or what? What are you going to do Blair? You going to scream, pout, kick me out of our bedroom? None of those things have worked for you so far tonight."

Before she even had time to process what was happening he was sitting on the edge of the bed and he had flipped her across his lap with her bottom facing up. He placed his right hand at the small of her back to hold her in place.

"I think a proper punishment is in order."

She kicked out her legs and tried to use her hands as leverage against the floor to try and push herself free. He brought his left hand down on her robe covered bottom.

"That's for distrusting me."

He brought his hand down a second time. "That's for trying to make me jealous with that boy."

She had stopped struggling. He ran his hand gently across her bottom. This wasn't the first time they had engaged in spanking and he wasn't even using half the force he had in the past. All anger had left him and he was feeling fully aroused at this point. He knew she could feel it too.

He brought his hand down for the third and last time. "And that's for being so fucking irresistible that I can't even stay angry at you."

He pulled her to her feet and between his thighs in a blink of an eye. Her hair was in her face so he reached up and pushed the now messy curls back. Her cheeks were a bright pink flushed with desire and she was panting hard from the exertion she had just expelled. Her silk robe was slightly twisted and half open revealing a silk and lace night gown that stopped mid-thigh and left very little to the imagination.

He reached up untying the robe and pushing it from her shoulders. "Why is it that even when I'm furious with you all I wanna do is fuck you?"

She pulled her hand back and slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

The slap was hard and Chuck's head snapped to the side. After a second or two he looked back at her. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath placing his hands on her hips and squeezing none too gently. She could already see the light pink imprint of her hand on his left cheek.

Next thing she knew she was leaning over and kissing him as she pushed her hands through his hair. He pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. He shoved his hands into her curls entwining his fingers in them and pulling hard.

She gasped as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. She ground her center against his bulging erection as he grabbed the hem of her nightgown which was now bunched up to the top of her thighs and pulled it over head. His mouth covered her nipple as her head fell back.

He felt her hands between them and the unbuckling of his belt. Within seconds his trousers were undone and her hand was shoved into his pants. She stroked the hard length of his erection and he knew this wasn't going to last long. He returned his mouth to hers as he ripped her thong from her.

She gasped and lifted her hips slightly so she could free him from the confines of his pants and lower herself onto him. She moaned into his mouth as he filled her completely. She began to move atop him riding him like she had never done before.

Suddenly he needed more control so he flipped them around pushing her back into the mattress. She called his name as he began to pound into her pushing her thighs even wider apart.

Five minutes later they were panting each other's names as they came. Chuck collapsed on top of Blair laying his head on her chest. She swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath as she pushed a hand through his hair which was damp with sweat.

He captured her hand placing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "I love you," he whispered against the soft skin.

Blair glanced down at her husband and was suddenly filled with an overwhelming feeling of love and adoration. "I'm sorry Chuck." She felt tears begin to prick the back of her eyelids.

He lifted his head glancing up at her. He pulled himself off of her moving to her side. He kissed her lips softly. "You don't have to apologize, Blair. We both made mistakes today."

He laid back pulling her to him and kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arm around his waist. "I'll let Tomas conduct the auditions at Victrola and I'll stay here with you for the week."

Blair kissed his bare chest. "No it's your business and you should be there. Besides I think I have a better solution."

So it was that Tuesday night found Mr. and Mrs. Bass at Victrola together watching a slew of girls audition for a coveted spot as dancer for the best burlesque club in Manhattan. It turned out that Blair had a good eye for choosing talent and they agreed on all the choices except one which Chuck acquiesced to her.

It wasn't their first fight and it certainly wouldn't be their last. They were Chuck and Blair Bass and everything they did was intense and over the top and their arguments were no exception. But they knew that through it all the only thing that mattered was that they loved each other and that was the one thing that would never change.