I know, its been nearly a year, but now I'm back and instead of boring you (If anyones still interested int this story; if so review so I know to continue) with my excuses for not updating, heres the chapter.

It is an idea from someones review and Nate is rather Out of Character. Sorry about this. I'm no a big fan of him being this OOC.

Spotted: Queen B at Club 35 Once More

It seems our Queen B has traded Park Avenue Penthouse Palace for Club 35. Looks like B has gone to the bad girl whilst Bad Boy C remains in hiding. Good luck B...

Nate's POV

I finally managed to recover and sit up strait. I was on my way to club 35 with Joe, one of my classmates at columbia, and found myself unable to breath laughing at one of his jokes so much. Tonight was going to be a fun night.

The loud music told me we had arrived at club 35, the hottest club in the whole of Manhattan. After sliding out of the car, I walked up to the V.I.P section. I wouldn't normally treat myself as a very important person but, if I could, why bother waiting in line. Smiling and thanking the bouncer that let me through, I entered the massive dark club that was, Club 35.

An hour later, I found myself chatting and dancing to a beautiful blonde girl. I invited her over for a drink. As I sat down on the bar stool and I started to talk to this girl, I couldn't help but notice another girl over her shoulder. She was throwing herself at some guy. She was completely wasted. She was Blair.

Who else would be here but the party queen? Her chocolate brown curls where down and her dress, if you could even call it that was a plain black dress. She was out of her mind drunk and this dick was ready to take advantage of her.

'Are you even listening to me?' The pretty blonde girl asked me.

'Of course I am, just give me one minuet, I'll be right back, I uh, I know that girl' I replied beginning to walk away.

'Who the one with the brown hair? She's here pretty much every night, going home with a different guy each night and is always absolutely wasted. She's such a Slut' She chortled. Brushing off what she just said, I walked over to Blair.

'Hey Blair' I smiled as I hugged my ex-girlfriend.

'Hi, Nathaniel, This is ummm, uhhh...' She got out trying to remember this guys name.

'Joel' He told her.

'Oh, yes Joel, Joelll!' She exclaimed. From the look on his face I'm guessing Joel wasn't too happy that I interrupted them.

'Blair, your really drunk' I told her, unable to notice how intoxicated she was till I smelled her breath and looked at the many glasses around her. She would of given Chuck a run for his money...

'No, I'm not' She burped in the most un-ladylike, and un-blair-like manor possible.

'Fuck off Dude, She's mine' Joel said threatening to me. What a dick, he wouldn't be hers in the morning.

'Look, I want to take blair home, and have her sober up, so, I want to help her instead of just getting into her pants' I told him.

'Yeah, you've already been there haven't you Nathaniel' She reminded me stroking up my face. The poor girl wasn't in her right mind, She had no idea what she was saying. I know the accident was hard on her but she was so different to how she use to be, It was depressing.

'Just, go find some other girl, come on Blair we're going home' I said as I grabbed her risk and she tripped after me. I pulled her in closely, the poor girl could barely stand up strait.

As I made my way to the exit, I saw Joe and a pretty red head.

'Joe!' I called to him, waiting until his lips and the red heads became unattached. 'I'm going to head home, you know Blair...'

'Okay, see you Monday' Joe said going back to the red head.

Blair and I left the club and skipped out to hail a taxi. I really hoped no-one would send this to Gossip Girl, the way we where standing and everything just gave a very wrong impression.

A taxi came up and after sliding Blair into the Taxi, I gave the driver my address, Blair could just stay on the couch tonight. The driver turned around, and making the wrong assumption that I knew was coming, nodded approvingly. There was barely any use trying to explain to this idiot the truth.

Ten minuets later, I found myself paying this idiot and helping Blair to reach the elevator. Once again, looks of this wrong assumption were all over peoples faces. If only they knew.

After grabbing a glass of water, I sat blair down on my bed, attempting to give her this water.

"No" She cried, flicking her hand towards the water "I don;t want water, I want booze" She told me.

"Blair, have the water, you'll feel a bit better in the morning' I said, ready to force the drink down her throat. With a large put on her face, Blair reluctantly began to drink this large glass of water.

'Do you want to get changed Blair and stay here the night?' I asked her, even though it was a rhetorical question. She was staying here tonight, I wouldn't trust her on her own.

'Only if you get changed too' She smiled seductively at me. Oh no, I guess she got the wrong impression with that.

'Blair, I didn't mean it like that, here, I'll go get you a shirt to sleep in' I awkwardly uttered, heading for my wardrobe. When I returned with my shirt, I found Blair dressed in only her underwear on my bed.

'Come on Nate, One night' She smiled.

'Blair, just go to sleep, I'll be on the couch' I told her leaving the room.

'Are you rejecting me? Come on Nate, don;t tell me you didn't want to have sex with me tonight, especially not now? Isn't that why you brought me back here?' She asked me, though you could still smell the alcohol from her breath.

'Blair, I brought you back here because I am a good friend, it's what I do, I'm sorry Blair but no' I told her walking through the door.

I leaned back onto the door. That was hard. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I text someone that I hoped could help with the problem: Serena.

So what did you think? Will try to uodate soon, please review.

Next Chapter: Serena