A/N: Wow. You guys are awesome. 30 plus story alerts in one day? 14 reviews? Honestly, you guys are the best.

Because of your awesomeness and the overall positive response to this story, I am updating very quickly. See? Positive reinforcement DOES work!

Also, small request: Does anyone want to beta for me? I'm not very good at knowing when the characters go extremely OOC. If you want to beta for me, PM me or just tell me in a review. Thank you.

And to clear up any confusion, each of these chapters reads like a one-shot. As in, for this chapter, the events of the pilot episode were as the writers of Gossip Girl wrote them, not as I wrote them last chapter, meaning BLAIR AND CHUCK HAVE NOT HAD ANY "MOMENTS" AT THIS TIME.

"Looks like Blair and Chuck came with quite the appetite... for destruction, that is."

1x02: The Wild Brunch

"What is she doing here?" Blair asked, shocked at Serena's appearance in Chuck's suite.

"I was waiting for Nate." Defended Serena.

"Just to talk, I swear." Nate plead with his girlfriend.

"You…you said you would never speak to her. Again." Blair's voice was remarkably even as ice crept into her voice.

"You said that? Why?" Serena directed the question towards Nate, not sure how to handle her former best friend.

"Because you can't be trusted." Blair stepped in front of Nate possessively.

"It's not her fault." Nate put a hand on Blair's arm.

She shrugged it off, turning on him. "Do not defend her, Archibald."

"I asked her to come." Nate said, frustrated. Blair froze, thunder cloud growing on her face.

"Oh! Oh, so you do want to talk to her!" screamed Blair, pushing Nate away.

"Yes, but—" Nate tried in vain to calm down his irate girlfriend as Serena looked on, arms folded. "Only to tell her why we aren't talking."

Blair stared at him in disbelief, then began to walk towards the door slowly. "Maybe I'll leave you two to finish that fascinating conversation."

"Oh, no." Serena broke in, sarcastic. "I'll leave. Let you guys get back to that quickie."

Blair turned on her ex-best friend. "It wasn't a quickie. Sex is actually kind of a big deal to some of us."

"Oh yeah, I can see that, Chuck's bed? Very romantic, classy too." Serena sneered, spitting out the words.

"Oh, like you?" Blair smiled sweetly. "I'll bet your—" she pointed at Serena "—new friend Dan would love to hear all about how classy you are." She ran out of the hotel room, heading for the stairs.

She reached the room where brunch was going on, scanning the room for Serena's boy-toy. She spotted the next-best thing.

"Bass!" She called, when she saw the trademark scarf. The boy in question turned, smirking.

"Well, well, Waldorf. Where's the fire?"

"Not now, Chuck. I need to find Humphrey."

A scowl crossed Chuck's face. "That ass? He went outside a while ago."

Blair glared at a miscellaneous waiter offering fruit, who quickly scurried away in fear. "You know…" Chuck breathed in her ear. "You could try to tone down the evil eye around the hired help."

Blair rolled her eyes, frustrated, and pulled Chuck Bass into the relative quite of a nearby hallway.

"Guess what we found in your suite?" Blair frowned. "A certain blonde, waiting for Nate." She stopped. "Did you know about that?"

"Serena in my room?" Chuck shook his head. "Um, no. I like my women herpes-free and hard-to-get."

"So, I've decided to tell a certain resident of Brooklyn about…certain discretions of the past." She bit her lip. "Now, if I could only find him…"

Chuck regarded the beautiful brunette in front of him. "You're pretty when you're trying to be mean."

She brushed him off. "Don't be cute. This is not the time."

"On the contrary, Waldorf." His eyes sparkled. "I couldn't think of a better time. Nate and Serena are up in my suite doing God knows what…"

"Ugh, please." She tried to move away from him, but was hindered by the wall. "Not all of us have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Nate and Serena are already on their way down."

He gave a low chuckle that made certain parts of her anatomy tingle. "You're even prettier when you are mean. You're downright gorgeous right now, actually."

It was then that both realized quite how close their faces were. Neither was really sure who initiated the kiss (she would later swear it was him, but he always teased her that she was the one who started it) but it definitely happened.

Blair could feel everything acutely. Chuck's hand running up her thigh, the wall behind her, Chuck's other hand holding her arm to the wall, Chuck's lips, Chuck's kisses—

The kiss was no less vivid for Chuck. He had always thought that kissing Blair would be spectacular—Nathanial was an idiot for going for Serena—but he was wrong.

It was fucking amazing.

Blair broke the kiss and smirked. "Chuck Bass, how long have you wanted to do that?"

"What makes you think I wanted to do it at all?" Chuck raised and eyebrow, head tilted.

Blair snorted. "Really, for someone who has been with more than several hundred women, you really have no clue." She tapped her head. "It's a girl thing. I'm guessing—" She was silenced when he kissed her again.

"Since fourth grade, give or take five years." He smirked.

"Why, Bass." Her mock disapproval almost sent her into paroxysms of laughter. "I think you're getting soft."

He leaned forward, whispering in her ear. "I'll show you soft."

She giggled softly until he found a far more fun use for her mouth.

What I was listening to when writing this chapter: "The Call"—Regina Spektor, "Hit Me Up"—Gia Farrell, "Shut Up and Drive"—Rihanna, "Diary of Jane"—Breaking Benjamin.

I'm really excited to rewrite the next episode, so I might actually get it done before tomorrow's episode. Whoo! Poison Ivy is a great episode…