A/N: Hello, my loveys! Yes, I am back. I'm sorry you had to wait two days, but I was at the hospital—so sue me.

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This chapter is dedicated to GLEECHILD, who has been egging me on to write this chapter in her reviews. XD

"What was it we say about appearances? Yes, they can be deceiving. But most of the time, what you see is what you get."

1x06: A Handmaiden's Tale

Blair stood, mask held to face, frowning at people as they passed. She didn't speak to anyone, surveying the crowd disdainfully as she searched for Nate, Kati, Is, or Serena.

Unfortunately for Blair, she found none of these people, her eyes instead drawn to another figure, dressed all in red with a red mask. She groaned softly as the figure made his way to where she was standing, deciding to grill Chuck for details.

"What is Nate doing? He's supposed to go find Kati and Is. It's getting late and I'm losing heat." She shot at him before he could say anything. He raised his eyebrows at her tone.

"Am I your boyfriend's keeper?" He asked teasingly. She glared, and he backpedaled, realizing just how bad a mood she was in.

"Well you look ravishing. If I were your man, I wouldn't need clues to find you." He said, running his eyes over her body in an obvious fashion. She glared at him, rolling her eyes.

"Well, unfortunately for you, you aren't my man." Said Blair, smiling teasingly.

"Not for lack of trying." He muttered, frustrated. Blair froze.

"What did you say?" She asked, her voice a deadly whisper.

"Nothing…" Chuck trailed off. "I think I see Nate. I'll go direct him this way, shall I?" He hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

Blair swore, looking around. She saw a flash of yellow and black, and followed it, trying to catch up with Serena. Her ankle twisted and she almost fell, but was caught by none other than the man who had just made a hasty retreat. "Waldorf, you're usually more graceful."

"Bass." Blair retorted. "You're usually more perverted." She shrugged his arms off, attempting to stand. "Guess this night is just full of surprises."

Chuck let go of Blair's waist as soon as she was sure she could stand. "Well, I'm not going to let you deny Nate this…" His eyes swept over her. "Exquisite piece of ass."

"You're heinous." She retorted.

"But you love me anyways." He said, smirking.

"Only in your dreams." She said, smiling sweetly, storming off in the direction she had seen Serena going.

Just in time to see Serena kissing Nate.

Blair was not stupid. When she saw the bracelet and, right after the Kiss, Serena coming up behind Nate, her mind put two and two together.

"Jenny." She ground out, heading to the bar.

Chuck found her an hour later, tipsy on martinis.

"Chuckkkk…" She slurred. "Why doesn't he like me, Chuck?"

Chuck frowned, wondering at her alcohol intake. "Who?" He asked distractedly.

"Nate." She said, pouting. "Nate, Nate, Nate." She spun around on the stool. "My boyfriend." She sighed dreamily.

"He does like you." Insisted Chuck.

"Nope." Her lower lip jutted out, and Chuck found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. He banished the thought hurriedly. "He likes Serena."

"And that, I do not get." Said Chuck, sighing.

"Chuck, you like me, right?" Asked Blair suddenly. Chuck started, looking at her in confusion.

"Of course I like you, Blair…we've all been friends—"

"I don't mean like that." She interrupted, waving a hand. "I'm not dumb, so don't treat me like I am. I can see the way you look at me. I'm attractive, right?" With the last question, a slightly pleading note entered her voice.

"Blair, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with." Chuck said, sighing, and knowing that Blair (who was ridiculously lightweight) would not remember this in the morning.

"Good." Said Blair decisively. "I think I need help. Getting home. And then I need to kill Jenny Humphrey and my ex-boyfriend."

"As you wish." Chuck said simply, supporting Blair as she stumbled away from the bar. Halfway through the room, they were intercepted by Nate.

"Blair?" He asked. "What…?"

"Get the hell away from me." She hissed. "Go fuck Jenny Humphrey for all I care. She kind of looks like Serena, don't you think?" She proudly and unsteadily went past him with minimal stumbling. Chuck shot Nate an apologetic look before following Blair to the limo waiting outside.

"Palace Hotel." He told the driver, who nodded confirmation. Blair protested weakly. "Relax, B. I'll sleep on the couch. I don't think Eleanor wants you coming home drunk."

Blair eyed him suspiciously, and they lapsed into silence.

They made it to the Palace quickly, with minimal traffic. Chuck helped Blair from the car in a way that Blair couldn't help but notice was extremely gentlemanly.

They passed the front desk without acknowledging each other, except when Blair stumbled and the unfortunate moment when her heel broke. As the floor spun closer to her, she was suddenly aware of being lifted. Chuck rolled his eyes, smirking at the dizzy brunette. "Come on, Princess Charming, don't give out on me now."

"Screw you, Bass." She spat weakly without much venom.

"Only if you ask me nicely." He smirked.

He put her down in the elevator and she sank to the floor, not caring about her dress. She rested her head against the cool wood of the elevator. "Why are you so nice to me?" She asked tiredly.

"What?" asked Chuck, once again caught off-guard.

"You're being nice to me. You've always been nice to me." She said, petulantly. "And I. Want to know. Why?"

"You're delusional, Waldorf." Chuck forced a smirk.

"Okay, fine, we won't talk about it." Conceded Blair.

"There's nothing to talk about." The elevator doors opened and Chuck helped Blair up. "Come on, we're almost there."

Blair giggled, which was very un-Blair-like to Chuck. He managed to open the door while supporting her, and began helping her over to the bed. During this process, Blair tripped on the hem of her dress and fell very ungracefully, landing on Chuck.

Chuck fell with an oomph as all the breath was knocked out of him.

He opened his eyes to see Blair looking down at him, a bemused expression on her face. Their faces inched slowly closer. Then Chuck cleared his throat, slowly moving Blair off of him so he could get up. Blair lay on the floor giggling.

"You know, you just ruined a perfectly good romantic comedy moment." She said, snorting.

Chuck extended his hand, and she took it, attempting to pull herself up again. However, in doing so she managed to lose her balance again, once again landing on Chuck. This sent her in paroxysms of laughter. "I think the gods are trying to tell us something."

"Oh really?" He asked, held immobile by her weight on top of him.

"Yes." She replied stubbornly. "And who are we to deny Fate?" She leaned down, capturing his lips with hers. He reciprocated eagerly.

"I—" He said between kisses. "—don't—" She gasped as he dropped kisses on her neck. "—think—" She kissed him hard. "—we should." She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"So, Bass—" She teased. "Still want to sleep on the couch?"

I am not sure about the quality of this chapter. It's not my favorite ever, but I hope you like it.

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