A/N: The chapter was a conundrum. Mostly because Chuck isn't in this episode at all. And I couldn't rely on dialogue from the episode to help me.

Which is why I'm unsure about how great this one is. I hope it's okay because I don't want to let you guys down—you guys are so amazing—and I kind of have a reputation to maintain here.

Anyways, this should either get out today (Wednesday) or tomorrow. So, see you on the Reviews page (I hope).

"Too bad no one told him, you can't save the damsel if she loves her distress."

1x05: Daredevil

Blair sighed as she stared at Eric's desperate text message, feeling sorry for Eric. And then it hit her. "Little J, Truth or Dare." She cocked her head. "And you already used your truth."

"Uh…dare, then?" Jenny said tentatively.

"I—" Blair moved so she was standing right next to Jenny. "dare you to break Eric out of the Ostroff's Center."

"By myself?" asked Jenny, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Blair noticed this, eyes glimmering with mirth.

"Of course not." Blair grabbed a coat, telling the others to wait here for them. "Come on, Little J. Time to earn your keep."

Jenny's gulp was audible throughout the room. Blair looked on amusedly, pulling out her cell phone.

"Who are you calling?" asked Jenny, staring at the cell phone as though it might bite her.

"Relax, Little J." Blair rolled her eyes. "I'm just getting us some back up." She smiled wickedly. She cheerfully greeted the person on the other line. "Chuck! Just the person I needed. We need your help—" She glanced disdainfully at Jenny. "Little Jenny Humphrey—no, you're not allowed…" She trailed off, rolling her eyes. "We need you to help us break in to the Ostroff's Center." She smirked, listening to his response. "Well, when the words 'disturbed' and 'addicted' come up, your trademark scarf dominates my mind." She smiled. "So you've said." She paused. "Okay, see you there."

Now, Jenny looked downright terrified, though Blair couldn't blame her, remembering Jenny's last encounter with the infamous Chuck Bass.

"Little J, some advice. Chuck's like a wolf. He can smell fear. So unless you want to end up the same way as last time, try not to show that you're terrified of him." Blair advised the wide-eyed Jenny, before hailing a cab.

The two girls arrived at Ostroff's Center in record time. Blair tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Chuck to saunter towards them in the nick of time—as always. Right on cue, they heard the slow footsteps behind them.

Chuck Bass stood there, wearing his trademark scarf with his hands shoved into his pockets. His eyes flicked over Jenny disinterestedly and landed on Blair. "You rang?"

She cocked her head, looking at him with wide doe eyes. "Well, you need help and this—" She indicated the Center "—seems a good place for you to get it."

"You just want someone to do your dirty work." He shot back.

"That's just a bonus. We're getting Eric out." She informed him.

"Anything for Serena." He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. She rolled her eyes, mouthing 'you're heinous' at him, before opening the door. Chuck rolled his eyes back and took this opportunity to collapse on Blair's shoulder.

Blair adopted an annoyed voice—not difficult, considering who was leaning against her—as she entered the lobby. "Can I please have some help?" She approached the desk, staring at the nurse accusingly.

"Um, miss…what seems to be the problem?" asked the nurse tentatively, not noticing Jenny slipping into an elevator.

"My name is…" Blair's mind raced. "Georgina Sparks. This is my boyfriend, and I think he has a problem." She twirled a lock of hair ditzily around her finger. "He's been taking some—" she lowered her voice, conspiratorially "—drugs."

"Do you know what drugs he took, Miss…Sparks?" asked the nurse.

Blair shrugged uncaringly. "I don't know—a little Ex, some Mirazipam, LSD…" she pretended to consider "—my little brother's Aderall, some coke, caffeine, Prozac—" She pursed her lips. "And some weed." She giggled tipsily. "And alcohol."

The nurse backed away slightly. "Okay…I'm going to go get a doctor, if you'll just take a seat."

Jenny and Eric snuck through the lobby and Chuck and Blair quickly followed them. "I guess my work is done." Supplied Chuck.

"Oh, no." announced Blair. "You're coming with us."

And that's how Chuck Bass found himself in the middle of a group of girls and Eric at a club.

"Perfect way to spend my night." He muttered sarcastically, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair as he waited for Blair to return with alcohol.

He spotted her trading insults with a group of guys, and noticed Jenny Humphrey watching the exchange intently. She was bouncing her leg with anticipation, and words burst forth as soon as Blair was in earshot.

"Hey Blair…Truth or Dare?" Jenny challenged.

"Little J, you know I can't resist a dare." Blair shot back.

"I dare you to go make out with that guy." Jenny motioned towards the guy Blair had just verbally abused.

"Done and done." Said Blair confidently. She went over, not exchanging words with the guy before kissing him. She expertly palmed his cell phone and when she returned, she handed it to Jenny. "I dare you to call his girlfriend. Her name's Amanda."

Jenny rose to the challenge, taking the phone. "Hi, Amanda? My name's Bl—" at Blair's warning glance, she amended. "Claire. I just thought you should know that I just had my tongue down your fiancé's throat a second ago. He's a keeper." She ended the call, laughing.

"Well, well, guess Little J isn't so little anymore." Said Blair, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Waldorf, I'm surprised. Aren't you afraid Nate will find out?" Chuck asked slowly, enjoying the show Blair and Jenny had put on.

"It's Truth or Dare. Nate will have to understand." She said knowingly.

"Okay, Waldorf—" said Chuck, plan forming in his mind. "Truth or Dare?"

She smiled pityingly. "Dare."

"I dare you—" He moved closer to her until they were inches apart. "—to kiss…me."

And of course, she wouldn't be Blair Waldorf if she didn't rise to the challenge. She smiled seductively, trailing her arm up his shoulder to his neck and pulling his head forward and kissing him. He leaned into the kiss until they were interrupted by an irate woman grabbing Blair and asking if she was 'Claire'.

Blair coolly responded that she wasn't, and she and Chuck turned to watch the show, stealing the occasional glance at each other.

Who's the bomb? I'm da bomb! Whoo! Okay, well, I guess the birthday thing DIDN'T slow me down as much as I thought it would.

So can you please press the pretty review button? You know you want to...

You know you love me,

XOXO, Zoe