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Chuck saw Blair from across the school courtyard, she was with Serena, but didn't seem to be paying much attention to the blonde, her head was down and she was writing something in a notebook. His eyes trailed down to her legs which were crossed under the table. Chuck's breath hitched in his throat. She was wearing tights but not just any tights. She was wearing the red ones that caused desire to wash over him and an uncomfortable fluttering in his stomach. He never had managed to destroy those damn butterflies. Blair bit her lip in concentration and Chuck smiled, glad that she couldn't see him from where she was sitting. She'd accuse him of stalking her and she wouldn't be too far off Chuck thought wryly. However the thought didn't stop him from walking straight over to her as soon as Serena left. She didn't look up, but Chuck knew she was aware of his presence by the way her body tensed a little and she held her pen that little bit tighter. Other people wouldn't have noticed but Chuck did. He noticed everything when it came to Blair Waldorf. He smirked at her response.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked the smirk still on his face. She looked at him this time, her face defensive, her eyes questioning his motives.

"Do you mind if I leave?" She bit back, gathering her stuff together and getting up. Chuck looked at her in alarm, and without thinking grabbed her arm causing her to turn round.

"Yes I do mind. I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise" He said lightly, hoping she'd stay. He tried to stop himself from looking at those tights. Those tights would be the death of him. Reluctantly Blair sat back down and Chuck sat next to her.

"Your promises don't mean much Bass" She sighed, glaring at him from the corner of her eye.

"I know" he murmured quietly so she couldn't hear. They sat there in silence, listening to the various mindless conversations of the people around them. It wasn't awkward but Chuck could feel the tension between them. He needed to calm his nerves and actually have a conversation with her.

"Do you care if I smoke?" He asked. Blair raised her eyebrows in response and he knew she wanted to lecture him on smoking on school property but instead she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't care if you set yourself on fire and burst into flames... but yeah, go ahead, hopefully that won't happen" Chuck shook his head slightly and sighed. Blair watched him, and felt guilty when she saw his response. She rolled her eyes.

"Look Bass, I don't mind if you want to sit here and talk to me and I don't mind if you smoke ok?" Chuck sat up straight again and watched her carefully.

"Thanks Waldorf" She nodded at him, and then shivered slightly. The wind was cold and she hadn't brought a coat. Chuck noticed the movement and moved closer to her, draping his scarf round her neck. Blair looked up gratefully.

"Thanks"

"No problem" he smiled at her and she smiled back at him. He watched her in confusion as she bent her face down so it was touching the scarf.

"Waldorf what are you doing?"

"Nothing!" She immediately lifted her head up and Chuck smirked at her.

"Did you just smell my scarf?" He asked innocently.

"No!" She replied indignantly but Chuck could tell she was lying.

"Yes you did" He was clearly amused at the situation and it irritated Blair.

"No I assure you Bass, I didn't. It must have been a figment of your perverted over-active imagination" She replied, shifting away from him slightly.

"You did didn't you?" He asked, enjoying her reluctance to tell the truth. She was silent and Chuck took that as a 'yes'.

"I knew it" he chuckled.

"Ok, I'll admit it, you're right. I smelt your scarf. Shut up and get over it." She sighed and went back to writing on her notebook. Chuck watched her for several moments. She had actually admitted that he was right and was now acting like nothing had happened. He decided to concentrate on that rather than the fact that her smelling his scarf had made the butterflies in stomach even stronger.

"So this doesn't bother you?" His question was vague but he knew that Blair would understand what he was referring to.

"That you proved me wrong? I'll try my best to work through the pain" She replied sarcastically. He laughed slightly.

"Besides, it's not a big deal. So I smelt your scarf. That's not nearly as bad as you watching me from across the yard and visibly salivating over the fact that I'm wearing those tights you seem to love so much" She smiled sweetly at him.

"You knew I was there. You knew I was watching you the whole time." He was honestly surprised and slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah Bass. You're such a stalker." His earlier prediction had come true; she'd called him a stalker. Now he was more than slightly embarrassed.

"I was trying to be subtle" He murmured

"Yeah well that was about as subtle as Dan Humphrey running through the streets of the Upper East Side..." Chuck opened up his mouth to argue.

"Naked" She finished. Chuck immediately closed his mouth in defeat. Now it was her turn to smirk and she did so with too much enjoyment for Chuck's liking. He frowned at her but her grin just widened.

"You're enjoying this too much" Chuck told her, clearly annoyed.

"It is a surprisingly good feeling" She agreed. "No wonder you're such a pig"

"I am not a pig! Girls love me" He didn't know why he said that, after all he was a pig and most of the time girls did not love him, but he wanted to keep their banter going, he'd missed it.

"Arrogance and smugness all in the same package. Yeah Bass, you're a real catch, it's a wonder I'm able to resist you"

"You can't resist me" he replied self-assuredly.

"Of course I can't"

"You being more sarcastic than usual today Waldorf" Chuck noticed.

"What can I say? You bring out the worst in me" She replied, lifting up her leg so it was resting in the middle of them as she fixed her tights.

"Or the best" he said breathlessly as he stared mesmerised. Blair laughed and moved towards him.

"You wore them on purpose didn't you" he asked, not caring what the answer was. She nodded seductively. She fiddled with his scarf which was still wrapped around her neck. Slowly and deliberately, he took her hand and pulled her up, motioning to her to follow him.

"Chuck where are we going?" She whispered, walking quickly in an effort to keep up with him.

"An empty classroom, I want to spend some quality time with you and your...tights" He whispered back. Blair gasped and dragged him back.

"No Chuck we can't! Not at school" she whispered furiously.

"Why not? I mean we did it in the back of a moving vehicle, doing it at school is not nearly as adventurous as that Waldorf" She sighed at his reasoning but allowed herself to be dragged into the empty classroom that Chuck was so eager to be in. When the bell went for class, they both walked out of the classroom with perfect composure and not a hair out of place. The only thing that could give away their recent antics was the obvious happiness that radiated between them.

"I'll see you later then Waldorf. I'll give you a ride home" the ever-present smirk was even bigger than usual. Blair smiled at him and began unwrapping his scarf in order to return it to him but stopped when he shook his head.

"Keep it. It looks good on you"

"You're giving me your scarf? It's your most prized possession"

"It's not anymore." They looked at each other wordlessly for a long moment and then Blair nodded.

"Thanks Chuck"

"Now you can smell it anytime you want" he said, causing her to stamp down on his foot.

"Shit Blair! It was a joke." He moaned as he crumpled in pain.

"See you after school" she sung as she walked away from him.

Over the next week Blair wore the scarf every day and Chuck noticed. When it came to Blair Waldorf, Chuck always noticed.