A/N: Love you guys so much! The reviews are a great encouragement—keep in mind that I do have school. Speaking of which, I'm writing this instead of doing my Latin homework. Or studying for my History, Math, and Chinese tests. See how much I'm sacrificing?

But it remains a fact that I would like to get this chapter out before tonight's episode. At this rate, my updates are daily. The pace should slow down soon, but I love this episode. Thus the hurrying.

Speaking of which, who loved the Blair/Chuck spoiler on the bed? "I love it when you talk." Oh, classic Chuck. I know I loved it.

"Game on, ladies."

1x03: Poison Ivy

Chuck Bass stood poised behind Blair Waldorf's chair as she surveyed his latest surveillance footage. Nearly identical smirks were on both their faces.

Chuck turned towards Blair slightly. "Admit it. Even for me, this was good."

Distracted, Blair replied. "If you weren't such a perv, I'm sure the CIA would hire you in a second."

Chuck's smirk grew wider. "Serving my country. Now there's a future I never imagined."

Blaire rolled her eyes. "With good reason." He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at her childish insult. "What is she doing there?" She asked, mostly to herself.

Chuck snorted, exasperated. "What is anyone doing there? It's a facility for the disturbed and addicted."

Blair smiled sweetly, which Chuck knew from experience was when she was about to say something particularly stinging. "You must have your own wing."

Chuck snorted in spite of himself, grinning at the brunette, who smirked back. "You don't get nearly enough credit for your wit." He paused, admiring Blair's room. "The real question is…what do you do now?"

Blair pretended to think about it. "I was thinking…" She paused for dramatic effect. "Total social destruction."

He raised his eyebrows. "And here I was thinking you'd gone soft." He smirked suggestively. "So is this your bed?"

Blair rolled her eyes, opting not to respond. Chuck shrugged, removing his shoes, and lay down on the bed, clasping his hands behind his head.

"So, Waldorf, what's the plan?" He asked, mildly interested in what her idea was. She made shushing noises however, glaring, and pointed to the phone that was against her ear.

A millisecond later, she was all smiles again. "Hi, Dr. Ostroff? It's Blair Waldorf, chair of the fundraising committee at Constance Billiard's and St. Jude's." She paused, smiling. "There is something you could do for me, sir." She paused again. "Every year, the committee donates all their raised money to a certain institution that we believe truly helps people. This year, I was in charge of choosing the institution, and I chose the Ostroff's Center." She paused. "No, we're honored. All it requires is that you come to a small party where I will publicly announce my decision. I'll call later with the date and time." She flashed a smile for an audience that wasn't visible. "It was nice to speak with you, too. Doctor." She snapped the phone shut, and her smile turned into a smirk.

Chuck watched the scene with fascination and admiration. "You've never looked so beautiful, Waldorf. I've never seen anyone so malicious and ruthless." He lazily closed his eyes.

He felt a weight on the bed beside him and opened one eye to see Blair in the same position as him.

"Well, I finally got you into bed." He joked slowly. "Knew it was only a matter of time."

"You're heinous." Blair said, though he could hear the smile in her voice.

Chuck awoke to the strange—but not completely unwelcome—presence of someone else's head on his chest. He was confused for a minute—where was he? More importantly, why was he still dressed?—but when his brain caught up with his eyes, he realized that he was in the Waldorf penthouse and the girl currently using him as a pillow was none other than Blair Waldorf herself.

He groaned softly, trying in vain to move as the brunette beside him sighed and clung tighter. His eyes widened and he froze, unsure of what he was supposed to do. Blair would kill him if she found him in her bed. And then she'd tell Nate, who would probably kill him more. He eased from the bed, dislodging Blair's grip on him as he did so. She whispered in her sleep and grabbed a pillow, holding on to it.

He always thought she looked adorable when she was sleeping. He tore his eyes away from her, and went in search of a clock.

Dorota was in the kitchen, and she looked up, startled, when Chuck entered. She relaxed when she saw it was him, and pointed towards a tray loaded with food.

"For you and Miss Blair. Make sure she actually eats, please." Dorota plead.

"I will, don't worry." Chuck reassured her. He picked up the tray, noting that it was only 7:30 PM, and he had to get back to his house for dinner soon.

He reentered Blair's room, smirking at the fact that the brunette was still very deeply asleep.

He found a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote a note, which he left on the tray next to the food.

Blair looked like a little girl as she laid in the big bed. Rolling his eyes and cursing the thoroughly whipped softie that seemed to appear whenever Blair Waldorf was around, Chuck pulled the covers up on the bed and went to kiss her forehead.

At that moment, she turned her head, and their lips met.

Chuck's eyes widened and he realized how much Blair was not a little girl anymore.

Then Blair turned her head again and the moment was over. Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she was still asleep. He watched her smile serenely in her sleep before leaving the room silently.

When she knew he was gone, Blair opened her eyes, still smiling peacefully as she touched her lips. She then swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing at the note he left her and falling back onto the pillows.

Waldorf—

Sorry for the abrupt departure, but I'm supposed to meet Bart and accompany him to a meeting in about half an hour, so I had to go. Believe me, I would have loved to stay in that position for a while—

Blair rolled her eyes, before continuing.

—but I couldn't. It's nothing personal. Quite the contrary, because you are very cute when you sleep.

Yours Truly,

Chuck Bass

P.S. Dorota says to eat all the food, and I agree.

Blair dropped the note onto the bed next to her and contemplated for a while.

She was struck by inspiration. She grabbed her Sidekick and texted him. Make sure you're at the party.

The response was fast. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

In different parts of the same city, two very different people had identical smirks on their faces.

With friends like these, who needs armies?

Okay, I know, the last line was stolen from the episode "All About My Brother." So sue me. Or, on second thought, don't.

You might actually have to wait TWO DAYS for the next update…because Wednesday is my birthday. Yay!