Author's Note: Thank you so much to all of you who are reading and reviewing! It really means a lot! Anyway, this chapter's scene is from "Woman on the Verge", so yeah. I hope you guys like it. Also, flashbacks are in italics and also there's a phone conversation in this chapter in which part of it is italicized to indicate who's talking. Review please!

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, Serena would go back to boarding school (I just watched "Woman on the Verge" in reruns tonight and she is seriously annoying me to no end…anyway…on with the story).

"Oh, I've seen lots of Serena", Chuck snidely commented.

This conversation had to end. Where the hell was Serena? He didn't mind covering her, but when it came to arguing with her whiny boyfriend about it, it was just plain annoying.

"Brrring".

Finally. His phone rang. A distraction. He reached into the pocket of his blue plaid pants and pulled out his cell phone, checking the name on the ID. He felt his heart stop as he looked at it. Blair was calling. Why would Blair call him? She hated him. Something was definitely wrong with this situation. He clicked the send button immediately and held the phone up to his ear.

"Are you drunk dialing again?" he jokingly commented.

"Very funny, Bass. Did Serena come home last night?" she interrogated.

"No, Serena didn't come home last night", he answered, eyeing Humphrey and turning around, "I thought she was with you".

He gave Dan one final glare before sauntering out the door.

"Look, Bass, I need your help. Meet me at my penthouse in ten minutes", Blair commanded.

"Should I bring the condoms or do you have some? We don't want to have to deal with pregnancy scares this time…" he teased, stepping into the elevator.

"You're heinous. Just be there. I need your help. I'm serious", Blair barked before hanging up, leaving Chuck with just the dial tone to listen to.

Chuck smirked to himself as he shut his silver cell phone and stepped out of the Palace Hotel's elevator. Blair was leaning on him. She called him to help her. Not Nate. Not anyone else. Him. He knew it was pathetic and stupid, but as he slid into his limo and instructed the driver to head to the Waldorf's penthouse, he couldn't help but think that just maybe there was a reason why she called him. Maybe she did care. What the hell? Who was he kidding? He compared here to his father's race horses and told her he didn't want her anymore. No one rejected Blair Waldorf. Ever. There was no way she had forgiven him. Maybe she purchased some arsenic and was preparing him a drink to poison him with? No, where would she find arsenic? He pondered the possibilities as he slid out of the limo and into Blair's building. He was being ridiculous. Blair wouldn't poison him. Maybe it was such a dire emergency that she had no choice but to call him. But still. She could've called Nate. But she didn't. He smirked as he quickened his pace toward the slowly closing elevator door and stuck his hand in to reopen it.

When he stepped inside he felt his heart sank as his eyes widened and he stood their frozen in the doorway for a moment before entering the elevator. So much for Blair caring and calling him and only him and all that shit he's imagined. There was Nate standing their wide-eyed and confused, which seemed to be his default setting. In the elevator to go to Blair's apartment. Was Blair completely insane to stick him and Nate in the same room?

"Hey", Chuck softly muttered, but got no response.

Nate still hadn't forgiven him for sleeping with Blair. Sure, Chuck was heartbroken over Blair, which was quite an accomplishment considering he was never heartbroken over anyone, and sure he could partly attribute that to Nate, but it still didn't change the fact that Nate was his best friend. Chuck may not have been Nate's at the moment, but the facts remained the same. He and Nate had been through too much together and nothing could make Chuck completely toss aside their friendship.

Chuck sighed as they rode in silence to the Waldorf penthouse. He silently hoped that they would arrive already so Blair could explain what the hell was going on in her twisted little mind when she decided to invite them both there.

Finally, the elevator reached the top floor and Chuck exited the elevator with Nate in close pursuit to find the room empty.

"Maybe this is Blair's idea of a perverse double date", Chuck commented, swinging his hat around his finger as Dorota entered the room.

"Miss Blair asks that you wait here. She's on her way here now", Dorota informed them.

"Wait, she's not even here?" Nate gawked in disbelief as Dorota shrugged.

Chuck stepped into the living room and made himself comfortable on a white colored chaise lounge as Nate continued to stand there with his mouth hanging open like a confused idiot.

"Well, this ought to be good", Chuck muttered to himself.

Him, Blair, and Nate together. Maybe it wasn't so bad the Blair had invited Nate. Maybe now he could finally patch things up with both Blair and Nate. If not, one thing was for sure. He smirked to himself. This was gonna be one hell of a show.

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"Dan puts me on a pedestal", Serena whimpered, "If he knew the truth he would never look at me again".

"You're starting to scare even me", Chuck commented, "What did you do?"

He was Chuck Bass. Quite frankly, she couldn't have done anything worse than him. What was she hiding? He continued to eye his future stepsister with a look of concern on his face as he followed her into the living room.

"What did you do?" Nate questioned, "Come on, you can tell us".

"We've seen you with vomit in your hair making out with investment bankers in the men's room at PJ Clark's", Blair reminded, "You don't have to hide anything from us".

"She's right Serena. None of us are saints", Nate added.

"Yeah, I had sex with him in the back of a limo", Blair pointed out.

"Several times", Chuck smirked.

Chuck sat in Dean and Deluca's sipping a coffee feeling nauseous.

Blair had just gone to Nate's tux fitting with him and the thought of the two of them together made him want to throw a very sharp object at the wall. Chuck had never been the jealous type, but this was different. Who was he kidding? He had been jealous of what Nate had since they were five.

Sure, he was the reason Blair was late for the fitting. Sure it was him whom she had kissed with all her might before exiting the limo and heading into the fitting and sure she was texting him, but that didn't change the fact that it was Nathaniel she loved. That she cared about. He would always be the guy in the background watching them. Wishing he could be that guy. The one she dreamed about at night. The one she thought of marrying. The one she wanted.

His phone buzzed interrupting his thoughts. It was a new text message from Blair.

"I miss you. Nate can pick out his tux without me. Pick me up? Xo. B."

He smirked to himself as he texted her back.

"Down the street. Be there in ten minutes. –C"

He rose from his seat and headed out the door toward his limo, sliding in the backseat and giving the driver instructions as to where to go.

Within a matter of minutes, he was in front of the tailor's shop and saw Blair standing outside dressed in a green coat and jeans. She looked so beautiful and so…happy. Chuck smirked to himself, wondering if he had anything to do with it. He must've played a small part in her new behavior, for a smile spread across her ruby red lips as she saw his limo pull up. She rapidly strutted toward the back door of the limo, swinging it open and sliding inside.

"Bass", she greeted.

"Waldorf", he returned.

He smirked to himself as he pondered the situation yet again. She was leaving behind an opportunity to spend time with Nathaniel and possibly get him back, but instead she chose to be with him. He looked her over and smirked yet again. He loved her so much.

"Why do you look so smug?" Blair inquired with a smile.

He wiped his palms on his pants and sighed inwardly. He might as well just suck it up and tell her.

"I-"he began.

"If it's something pervy I don't even want to know", Blair warned.

"In that case", Chuck hinted.

He couldn't do it. It wasn't like she'd ever feel the same way. It would just freak her out.

"You're disgusting", she stated.

"Which is why you left your appointment with Nathaniel early?" Chuck probed, raising his eyebrow and looking her in the eye.

She rolled her eyes before slowly bringer her face closer and closer to his. He sighed as he used his hand to bring her face closer to his and slowly pressed his lips against hers. No matter how many times he kissed her the feeling of her soft lips against his never hot old. She was like his drug and he was certainly an addict. He sighed and slowly slid his tongue into her mouth as she allowed her fingers to run through his tousled brown hair. She pulled off his tie and slowly unbuttoned his yellow and red pinstriped shirt as he disposed of her blazer. He felt on fire as he slid his icy hand down her stomach to rid her of her blue skinny leg jeans. She moaned, pulling her yellow shirt over head.

"Blair", Chuck panted, pulling away for a moment once he had undone the button on her jeans.

"Mmmhhhmm", she moaned in response.

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

She allowed a wide smile to spread across her face.

"Why do you even ask?" Blair responded before firmly pressing her lips against his again.

"I had sex with you at a wedding while I was her date", Nate pointed out, "Once".

Blair turned around and glared at Chuck. He smirked and gave the one response that summarized it all.

"I'm Chuck Bass".

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! Chuck's thoughts in this chapter are kind of disjointed so I hope it was alright and I hope I kept everyone in character. Let me know! The next chapter will be "Much 'I Do' About Nothing". ;)