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The next chapter is very long, so I've dividing it into two parts. The first half is still rated T, but the second half is rated M.
This takes place the same night as the last chapter, after Blair goes home.
The second night Blair called him, she was really really drunk.
"Hi" she said coyly.
"Hi" he said back to her.
Blair giggled. Giggled.
"Where are you?" Chuck asked, amusement clear in his voice.
The distinct sound of Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" was playing in the background.
"Another club?" he offered.
"Nope, the club sucked and the girls were being catty. I'm back in my room, working on my moves."
"You're moves, huh?" Chuck said, feeling a smile creep across his face as he remembered the last time him and Blair talked about her "moves."
"Uh huh" She replied.
"That's something I wouldn't mind seeing" he said.
"Oh, I'm sure" Blair laughed.
And that's when she started singing.
"That's alllll they really waaa—aaaaa—aaaa—aaa—nt! Some fu-uuh-uh-uh-unnnn!"
Chuck held the phone away from his ear, wincing at the sound.
"You're lucky your moves are better than your singing ability" Chuck said.
"How dare you?! I have a good voice!" Blair said.
"Sure, when you're sober" Chuck said.
He remembered one afternoon during their tryst many months ago when he snuck up on Blair when she was singing in the shower. He felt his rotten heart swell at the sound of her angelic voice. Removing his clothes, he slide in the shower behind her and coaxed her into making some music of their very own.
But that was when she was sober.
Drunk!Blair and singing did not mix very well at all.
"Chuck, did you know that girls just wanna have fun?" Blair asked completely serious.
"Of course, that's why they always come to me for a good time" Chuck smirked.
Chuck regretted his comment a moment later when the other line went silent.
"Blair?"
"Did you sleep with Penelope?"
What?!
"What?!"
"The summer before Sophomore year. She said you did."
Chuck tried to rack his brain for Blair was talking about. He and Penelope never…oh wait.
"She lied to youWaldorf. She gave me a hand-job during Serena's 15th Birthday party, but nothing more."
"Oh. And ew" Blair scoffed.
"And, I'll have you know the only reason I needed her help in the first place was because I was sporting a major erection after seeing you and Serena make out" Chuck said, smirking.
"That was Truth or Dare!" Blair told him.
"I remember" he said.
"And that was your dare! You were the one who made me!" Blair scolded.
"Yeah, no shit I did. I was also the one who suggested we play in the first place, if you recall."
"Oh my gosh, you manipulated that whole night just to satiate your wet dream about me and my best friend!" Blair said.
"Yes, I did. And the next time you and my future step-sister are feeling frisky during a sleep-over, I would greatly appriciate an invite to the party" Chuck said.
Chuck felt a familiar stirring in his stomach when he heard Blair laughing on the other line. He loved that he could make her laugh.
"You're so funny" she said dreamily.
"Shows how little you know, Waldorf. I was being dead serious" he said.
She laughed again.
"You are though, so funny and sweet" she told him.
"I am not, I'm a very bad man" He said.
"Nope, I don't believe it. You care about me and you want to protect me and no one else understands what I see in you" she said.
"And what's that?" Chuck asked.
"Ummmm" Blair said, thinking. "In you, Chuck…I see…you" she finished finally.
Chuck scrunched his eyebrows together. He was too sober and she was too drunk to be having this conversation.
"Get it?" Blair asked.
"Not in the slightest" Chuck told her.
"So, Mr. Bad Man" she drawled out "What have you been up to tonight? Entertaining guests of the female persuasion?"
Was that jeleousy he was detected?
"Not at the moment, present company excluded. You'd be happy to know, Waldorf, that Serena's latest train-wreck of an attempt at being friends with Georgie has successfully detrailed any action coming my way this week."
Blair snickered.
"Has S been blocking your cock, Bass?" she asked mischeviously.
Chuck felt a familiar stirring in his pants. Hearing Blair say the word "cock" never failed to get an erection going and they both knew it.
"Maybe. Not that I'm complaining. I'd much rather be on the phone with you anyday."
"Smooth, Bass, very smooth."
When the line fell silent, Chuck began to fidget. Lulls in phone conversations always made him uncomfortable.
"What are you thinking about Waldorf?"
When she giggled again, Chuck shifted on his bed uncomfortably as said erection was starting to creep up again.
"I don't think I should tell you" she taunted.
"Now see that's where we differ, 'cause I think you should" he said.
"Hmm, okay. I'm thinking about Victrola" she said.
Chuck grinned.
"Victrola. Is that so?"
"Uh huh" she breathed.
That's when Chuck heard the distinct sound of a moan.
He stopped breathing. Was she…?
"Mhmmm."
The second moan that followed prompted Chuck's hand to slam down onto his quickly rising dick. He needed a drink. And fast.
"Do you remember how I danced for you, Chuck?" she asked seductively.
Oh shit.
xoxoxoxox
TBC :)