Author's Note: Wahhh, how sad was the season premiere? All the CB angst…wahhh. Haha, I loved it though. Anyway, this chapter is from Summer, Kind of Wonderful. Read and review please!

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, Lord Marcus, whose head by the way is shaped like a loaf of bread, would be back in England.

"So James", Chuck began, eyeing Blair's new suitor as he poured Blair a pitcher of iced tea.

He personally had no appetite whatsoever. James and Blair made him lose all desire for food. And to think he found Nate and Blair nauseating. This guy was too fucking perfect.

"Did you have a chance to meet Harold and, uh, what is his boyfriend's name again?" Chuck mused, feigning confusion.

Maybe James didn't know about Harold and Roman and was severely homophobic. That would send him running. Chuck smirked at the thought.

"Roman?" James supplied, "Only briefly at the chateau".

Damn it.

"Although, uh, Cat didn't seem to like me nearly as much", James informed them, "I still have the scars to prove it".

Blair grabbed Chuck by his bow tie and tossed him down on her bed slowly crawling on top of him and pressing her mouth to his. She slid her tongue into his mouth and the kiss continued to grow increasingly heated. He smirked against her lips and slowly lifted her thigh to wrap around his waist, flipping the two over. Bringing his lips to her ear, he nibbled on it and slowly began to work his way down her jaw line and onto her neck.

"Mmm, Chuck", she moaned, tossing her head back.

He allowed his lips to twist into a smile against her skin as he slowly snaked his hand up her thigh. He felt on fire. He wanted this feeling to last forever. He slowly lifted her dress-

"Ow", Chuck interjected, awaking from his dreaming, rubbing his bruised arm.

He looked up to see Blair standing at the end of his bed looking like she was ready to blow up Manhattan. This ought to be good.

"Who? What? When? Where? Why?" she shouted.

"We were up late plotting against Georgina. We must've dosed off", Chuck explained, refusing to move from his relaxed position on Blair's bed.

"And you were on the floor!" she reminded him.

"I didn't want to hurt my back", he defended, knowing full well that was far from the truth.

He just wanted to be close to her again. As pathetic and cheesy as that sounded, it was true. At this point, Chuck would give anything to have her be his again. To experience the sensation of having her lips against his and having her moan his name rather than Nate's or whatever obnoxious Andy Hardy type came along.

"Why? It's not like you ever do anything athletic", Blair proclaimed.

"Well, that's not entirely true now is it", he responded, sitting up and eyeing her with a raised eyebrow.

Being with him was probably better for her than going on Jenny Craig, not that she needed it.

"Fine, nothing that requires you moving your scarf", she retorted.

"That was once. It was chilly", he explained.

"Enough about the past", Blair scoffed, "Before you landed in my bed, we actually landed on a good plan".

Bringing his wrist in full view, he examined the time and immediately hopped out of bed. He had to write his dad's best man speech. What was he even supposed to say? Chuck Bass didn't do cheesy stuff, unless it came to Blair, and what else were you supposed to write about in a best man speech? As honored as he was to do it, he couldn't help but feeling frustrated with the situation as a whole. He had to face the music. His father only chose him to be the best man as an incentive to stop partying and "get his life on track". It wasn't like Bart truly wanted him there. Or truly thought he deserved it.

"Well, I trust you can take it from here", Chuck stated, sliding on his coat, "I have a best man speech to write and no time to write it".

"Don't worry, I can be bitch enough for the both of us", Blair smirked.

"I still have the scars on my back to prove it", he remarked, as she grabbed hold of his jacket and began yanking him toward the door.

He felt a slow burning in his stomach and his head began to spin as she mangled him toward the door.

"You know, they say if you love something, you should set it free", Chuck commented.

"They say if you hate something you should slam the door in its face", Blair shouted as she shoved Chuck out of her room, and slammed the door.

"I love it when you talk dirty, Blair", Chuck hollered, hoping she could here him. He smirked to himself. It was a very good morning, indeed.

"Well, you certainly have crammed in an awful lot in such a short amount of time together. I wonder if Blair had a chance to share her favorite movies with you. 'Tiffany's', 'Roman Holiday', and of course, 'Charade'", Chuck listed, plopping down into his chair.

He eyed Marcus. Try as he may, this guy would never know as much about her, even if he did know her favorite movies. What she went through when Serena left. Always trying so hard to be perfect. Attempting to live up to Eleanor's expectations. No one knew Blair as well as himself and, quite frankly, no one ever would. He had been there for her in good times and in bad. He may have hurt her, and although he felt horrible about it, it didn't erase their past. Chuck Bass had always loved and cared about Blair Waldorf and always would. No one and nothing could ever change that. Ever.

"I thought your third favorite was Funny Face", James pointed out.

"It is", she sweetly smiled, before completely changing her tone, "I hate 'Charade'. Chuck, stop harassing him".

"Yeah," Eric concurred, "Uh, 'How Well Do You Know Blair Waldorf?' is kind of boring for those of us who actually know Blair Waldorf".

"No to mention transparent", Cece added.

"While thank you, grandma", Chuck sardonically replied.

"Why is when you say that word, it sounds like an insult?" Cece pondered.

"No, no. I don't mind. I would like to learn as much about Blair as I can. And ,there's no better way to learn than through a quiz", James smiled, putting his arm in Blair's lap.

Chuck wanted to throw up. Seeing him touching her, made jealousy burn in the pit of his stomach. He hated seeing James, or any guy for that matter, touch Blair and kiss her. His Blair. Well, she wasn't actually his, but he loved her more than anything and the thought of another man being within a five foot radius of her made him radiate with fury.

Despite his desire to knock out this guy then and there, he smirked and leaned forward.

"Well, it's a shame you guys took the bus here and not the limo. I don't know if you know this, but Blair loves the limo", Chuck smirked yet again, eyeing Blair.

Good luck to her getting back at him for that.

"Sweetie", Blair interjected, "Would you please pass me the salt and pepper?"

She wasn't being Blair. She was using that tone she had always used around Nate. When she just kept trying to be nothing less than perfect, unable to understand that she was perfect in Chuck's eyes. She was always fake around Nate, too busy putting on the 'perfect girlfriend' act to confide in him. But Nate had one part of Blair that Chuck would always envy. Blair had loved him. She may not be interested in him now, but it was still always Nate over Chuck and now it would be James over Chuck. Even when she and Chuck were together she had never said she loved him. He obviously couldn't tell her how he felt. He was Chuck Bass. It just wasn't how he worked, but it didn't mean he didn't feel it. That he didn't know it. That he loved her, always had loved her, and always would love her.

Chuck knew he hurt her. He did. But, he didn't mean to. He was just scared. She was so amazing. He didn't deserve her. And his father's monologue about responsibility was practically a giant neon sign saying 'Don't Go To Tuscany' as far as he was concerned. The point was he loved her more than anything and he was sorry. He'd do anything to take back not going on that trip with her.

As James reached across the table, Chuck felt as if his heart had stopped before proceeding to slowly shatter. On James's sleeve was Blair's pin.

"Nathaniel, let's get going. We're supposed to meet Blair and Serena in five minutes for my post-Birthday dinner", a fourteen-year-old Chuck Bass hollered as his best friend emerged from the bathroom.

"Fine, I'm ready. Toss me my sweater, will you?" Nate requested as Chuck lifted Nate's forest green pull-over sweater.

As he lifted it, he felt something cold, hard, and tiny on his hand. Rolling back the sleeve, Chuck saw none other than Blair's pin there.

"What's with pin?" Chuck inquired, tossing Nate the sweater.

"Blair gave it to me when I told her I loved her back", Nate explained.

Chuck felt his heart stop. Well, the good news was now that Nate and Blair were back together, dinner would be much less awkward, but still. Nate didn't love her. He never had. She didn't belong with him. She deserved someone who understood her and appreciated how truly amazing she was.

"You've been holding out on me, man", Chuck accused, smirking although he felt like melting into the floor, "I thought you guys broke up. Because you said 'oh' when she said she loved you".

"Oh, yeah, well, I thought about it and Blair and I's relationship is important to my parents, and I'd hate to disappoint them, so I went over to her house with some roses and apologized. I told her I was just nervous and that I loved her too. All was forgiven and she gave me her pin", Nate told him.

Not again. Blair needed to get it through her head that Nate didn't love her. He was beginning to think Nate and Blair's relationship was similar to that of an abusive one in that no matter how badly Nate hurt her, Blair always came back. A question gnawed in his stomach and he had to ask Nate, although he wasn't sure he even wanted to know the answer.

"So did she thank you in anyway?" Chuck suggested, allowing his lips to twist into a devilish grin.

"No", Nate replied, as Chuck felt a pang of relief wash over him, "I don't think we're ready for that".

Chuck sighed to himself. It would always be someone else with Blair. Never him.

Gulping as a hurt expression seethed through his pupils, Chuck eyed a smirking Blair before immediately looking down.

"Um, excuse me", Chuck muttered, "I think I just lost my appetite".

A/N: Well, I hope everyone liked it! Please review! The next chapter will be posted after Never Been Marcused airs next Monday! Anyway, let me know what you thought!