Author's Note: Well, everyone, here's an update for you. The scene is from this week's episode, The Dark Night, which was totally awesome until B and Lord Marcus (whose head by the way is shaped like a loaf of bread) got back together! Okay, well, since I doubt you wanna hear me complain, I shall stop. Read and review pretty please!

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, Lord Marcus and Blair would not have had their little staircase kiss at the end of the last episode.

Chuck caressed his hand against her face as he deeply kissed her, hoping and wishing for some sort of spark. Some sort of emotion. He wanted to feel on fire. He wanted to feel that burning in the core of his stomach that left him wanting more and more, but felt numb.

It was the same set up. The back of a limo, just like he and Blair had done many times. But it wasn't the same. He didn't feel that spark of electricity jolt through him as he anticipated what would happen next.

And most importantly, this girl was not Blair. Blair was the pure essence of class, poise, and above all, beauty. He didn't even know this woman's last name.

There was a time when Chuck Bass would have scoffed at the idea of a girl meaning anything to him besides a night of kinky sex, but damn had that changed. And to a slightly unhealthy point to. Now everything was all about Blair. Thinking about her and craving her had become his default setting to the point where he couldn't bring himself to want any other woman. Damn it. He was Chuck Bass. No strings attached. He wished.

The girl rapidly moved her hands up to his head, hooking her long acrylic nails around his neck.

Blair didn't have acrylic nails and she never dug her fingernails into his neck. She always wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, both passionately and delicately at the same time.

Chuck snaked his hand up the side of the girl's purple satin dress and placed it in her hair.

Her hair wasn't the same. Blair's brunette locks were soft and silky, his fingers easily sliding through them as he mussed them with his large hands. This girl's hair was so incredibly caked with hairspray to the point where touching her hair was like touching a rock.

Slowly, Chuck moved his hand down to her cheek, grasping it. Her skin was a bit chapped and he could feel layers of caked on makeup on the girl's skin.

Chuck had no idea how Blair managed to do it, but despite the face makeup she constantly wore, her skin always felt like butter in his hands. Caressing her skin was reminiscent of running his fingers along a satin bed sheet. Smooth, soft, and comforting.

What the hell was he doing?

This was wrong. It was just so fucking wrong. This girl wasn't Blair and she never would be, nor would anyone else. His body had even proven it to him. He had been in a heavy lip lock for a good ten minutes at this point and he was feeling nothing. It was as if his lips were mechanically moving, but he wasn't feeling anything real. No yearning in the pit of his stomach. No head spinning. No blood rushing to his cheeks. This had to stop. It just had to fucking stop.

The girl trailed her lips down onto his neck and Chuck gasped for air as she continued.

"This is all wrong", he managed to gasp.

"I thought you said you were better", she whispered seductively into his ear.

"I am", he clarified.

She took this as her signal to continue, and immediately began caressing his neck with her lips.

"Just not for you", he muttered, turning to the side, planting his focus on the passing cars as he gazed out the window.

He heard her sigh.

"I think I'll get out, here", she announced.

Chuck tuned her out. She could go on a vacation to fucking North Korea and he wouldn't care enough to listen. He heard her ask the driver to pull over, before opening and slamming the door.

Finally.

He was alone with his thoughts.

Chuck sighed. It was official. He would never be able to have sex with anyone other than Blair again.

Not that he wanted to, but something had to kill the pain. If Blair didn't want him, he needed something or more specifically someone to distract him. Otherwise he would end up like this. Alone with nothing but a bottle of scotch to comfort him.

He wondered what Blair was doing. Most likely consummating it with Marcus. He winced at the thought of Blair in bed with him. Clinging onto him. Screaming out his name.

Sure enough, Chuck reached for the bottle of liquor planted in the limo and took a long gulp, allowing the scotch to slowly burn his throat. He felt a nausea begin to seep into his stomach, a common occurrence when imagining Blair with anyone but himself.

"Hey, man, I need a favor", Nate requested, approaching Chuck.

"Nathaniel", Chuck greeted "If it includes me kicking that bastard who destroyed my eye's ass, then by all means, c'est la vie".

"Very funny", Nate commented, "But seriously, I need you to cover for me. Say I stepped out for some fresh air or something. It doesn't really matter. If Blair comes looking for me distract her".

This sparked more than curiosity in Chuck. What the hell could Nate be doing that he didn't want Blair to know about? Unless…

"Are you and Serena planning on trying it out on a bed rather than a barstool this time?" Chuck snidely remarked, partly joking.

"It's not like that man. We're just going up there to talk", Nate rebutted.

So he was right. Nate was meeting Serena. No matter how many times he mulled over it Chuck could never quite fully understand what people saw in Serena that led them to believe she was in anyway superior to Blair. She had blonde hair? Please. What a pathetic reason to worship someone as if they're a second coming.

Chuck eyed him with a smirk.

"I have it under control", he promised.

"Thank you. I'm gonna go up in about fifteen minutes", Nate replied, walking over to a group of people, leaving Chuck alone.

He glanced around the room and spotted Blair standing on the other side of the room, her eyes scanning the area. He smirked to himself and slowly walked up behind the petite brunette who was clothed entirely in white.

Chuck stood there for a moment watching her and wondering if she felt his presence, pondering whether or not he should speak to her, and if so what he would say.

He got his answer, however, when she whipped around to face him and he turned up the corners of his mouth in response, his stomach doing small flips as she looked at him.

Blair slowly rotated her body so that she was facing him before speaking.

"I can't believe Serena came to this brunch", she scoffed, eyeing Chuck in anticipation of a response, "I told her to stay away".

As Blair lamented about Serena's recent actions, an idea popped into Chuck's warped mind. He wanted Blair. He was in love with her. He had been since the day he laid eyes on her at age five, but it was always Nate over himself. Nate was her ideal prince charming and he was simply the court jester who assisted her in her schemes.

But this could change.

He needed her to see Nathaniel in a different light. To understand that he wasn't her night in shining armor. Maybe if she saw that Nate was sneaking around with Serena Blair would finally understand that Nate wasn't the perfect guy that she had built up in her mind. That he had his faults. That he would always love Serena. And maybe, in time, that Chuck loved her more than she could ever understand.

"Aren't you worried about Nate?" Chuck probed, eyeing her for a response, which turned out to be a glare as she raised her eyebrow, "Just a shot in the dark. I think you know what you need to do to get his attention".

Chuck pulled out the key to his suite and eyed Blair.

"And what's that?" she inquired.

"The key to my suite, Nate's heart, and your future happiness", he suavely responded, smirking at her.

As he waited for her reaction, Chuck almost felt like he was in a Biblical story, which was certainly a first for Chuck Bass. He stood before her in the form of someone harmless, a friend, and offered her a seemingly perfect proposition that would in the end, benefit him, and her too. Finally she would see Nathaniel for his true self. She would be able to move on. She would be free. Liberation was practically in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was accept it.

She finally snatched the key from him, causing Chuck to smirk at her yet again, his head slightly lowered.

"I'm honored to be playing a small role in your deflowering", Chuck informed her, his lips twisting into a small smirk at the irony.

She had no idea just how much he meant those words.

"You're disgusting", she moaned.

"Yes, I am", Chuck agreed, "So why be shy? Just grab Nate and finish this".

He slightly motioned her toward Nate, allowing his eyes to skim over her thin frame.

"And report back with details," he added, resulting in an eye roll from Blair as she headed off toward Nathaniel.

He smirked as he watched her walk off. Everything was put into place. Maybe now things would finally be over between Nate and Blair. The golden couple would take their last bow.

As much as Chuck hated to admit it, as he stood and watched them lock lips in the dining room a few minutes later, despite the idea of their possible break up looming, Chuck still felt nauseous. He didn't like the idea of Blair Waldorf with anyone but himself. Thank God Serena Van der Woodsen was around. Or else Nate and Blair really would be the golden couple. Flawless and in love.

Chuck sighed, finally putting down his bottle as the limo pulled up in front of the palace.

A/N: Well, let me know what you think! Also, look out for a Blair-centric oneshot from me soon. The idea is pretty much the same as this fic, except that one will actually be a oneshot and it will be from B's point of view. Also, if I misquoted some of the Wild Brunch scenes in the flashback, I'm so sorry. I was watching them on youtube to record the correct dialogue as I wrote this and some of the parts were muffled. Anyway, review, darlings!