Author's Note: Thank you so much to all of you who have reviewed! You're so sweet. Anyway, here's chapter three. I hope you guys enjoy it. :) It takes place after Chuck and Blair go back to Blair's to plot in episode 1x17, Woman on the Verge.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl, the hiatus would be over already.

"That bitch," Blair hissed once Chuck had flopped down on her bed beside her.

"I know," Chuck agreed, "She is so going down, no pun intended."

"You're disgusting," Blair scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I tell it like it is," Chuck smirked, but Blair simply glared at him, before staring straight ahead of her, looking deep in thought.

As soon as her eyes were off of him, he began to examine her petite form. God, she was gorgeous. Her dark curls cascaded down the back of her sequin-covered dress. He allowed his eyes to travel down her ensemble. Her dress was pooled around her, cutting about mid-thigh, as she had her legs to the side so they were barely brushing his hip. He felt a tightening in his pants as his palms began to sweat.

This night was going to be the death of him.

Finally, she whipped her head around, causing him to break his gaze and turn his attention to the floor in front of him.

"So, what do we do?" Blair asked Chuck and he looked up to meet her eyes. God, he loved her eyes.

"Georgina knows every trick in the book. She's just as good as we are. She'll find a way out of any trap we set up," Blair finished.

"Well, we're the best of the best. We'll find a way to spring something on her she never saw coming," Chuck smirked deviously.

"Well, my specialty happens to be social destruction, and quite frankly, Georgina's already taken care of that herself," Blair scoffed.

Slowly, Blair pulled her brunette locks to one side, rubbing the back of her neck. Chuck felt his throat go dry. She was trying to kill him.

"And ideas?" she inquired, her hair still pulled to one side.

Chuck Bass does not stutter, he reminded himself. Calm the fuck down.

"Well, I could always call Mike," Chuck suggested, looking down in order focus on anything other than her exposed neck.

However, his plan backfired, for his eyes immediately fell on her chest. She was leaning slightly forward on the bed, causing the neckline of her dress to fall forward slightly, enabling him to see partially down her dress. Chuck rapidly refocused on her face, trying to ignore the fact that she was clearly not wearing a bra.

"But that brings us back to the problem that social destruction will get us nowhere," Blair reminded, pursing her lips together.

God, she was driving him absolutely crazy. He eyed her plump, cherry red lips as she pressed them together, watching him for a response.

"I have an idea," Chuck announced.

"Which would be?" Blair probed, raising her eyebrows.

"We could get her parents involved," Chuck suggested.

"I like the way you think, Bass," Blair grinned, "Do tell."

"We call Mike and have him get all the dirt on Georgina he can find. He'll report to us. Then, we can call her parents and tell them everything, and she'll be gone by the wedding," Chuck explained.

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed. That's quite a scheme," Blair nodded in approval.

"Thank you," Chuck seductively replied, "You know, if you'd like to reward me for coming up with such a brilliant idea, I wouldn't be apposed."

"I would rather move to Queens and live on nothing but sausage and meatball pizza for the rest of my life," Blair responded in disgust.

"You're that repulsed by me?" Chuck asked raising an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a familiar smirk.

"What can I say? I want to avoid exposure to contagious diseases," Blair smirked sweetly but threateningly. "Anyway, I'll call her parents in the morning and let them know how 'concerned' we are for their daughter."

"But, how do we know they're going to get her out of Manhattan?" Chuck questioned.

"Well, when we tell them about her antics, they'll have no option," Blair stated as if it were obvious.

"Maybe we could find somewhere to send her, and tell them about it," Chuck recommended.

"Not a bad idea, Bass," Blair smirked, reaching for her laptop on the floor beside her bed.

As she reached for it, her dress slid up so that if it had moved up even half an inch, her underwear would be visible to Chuck. He gulped and urged himself to stay calm as he felt the blood rush from his head.

He snapped his focus away from her as she pulled her laptop onto the bed, flipping it open and turning it on. As it loaded, the two sat there in silence.

As Blair stared blankly into space, she finally said something.

"Did you mean it?" Blair inquired a tiny voice.

"Mean what?" Chuck probed, looking down at her in confusion.

Chuck couldn't get over how she could go from manipulative bitch to lost and hurt in less than five seconds. He didn't even know what she was referring to her, and already he wanted to comfort her. She just looked so broken.

"What you said at the bar," Blair clarified, "About now wanting me anymore."

She looked down and pretended to pick an imaginary piece of lint off of her dress as she nervously awaited his response, praying to God he would say no.

Meanwhile, Chuck simply stared. He had been doing a lot of that that night. How could she possibly have believed that? Couldn't she tell she was his entire fucking world? He would never stop wanting her, as much as he wished he would.

As he eyed her tiny figure, he reached across the bed, his heart beating rapidly as he grabbed hold of her hand. He interlaced his fingers with hers, stroking her small hand softly. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. It felt like heaven to feel her buttery skin press against his again. As he held his grasp on her hand, he lifted it up, pressing a soft kiss against it. By this point, he felt as if he were about to pass out any moment.

Without looking up at her, he kissed her hand again and answered her question.

"No," he muttered.

He placed their entwined hands back on the comforter, and much to his surprise, she still did not move. They stayed like that until Blair's desktop had finally loaded. Then, she let go of his hand and opened up the search engine, typing in "Penance Boot Camp".

"Wow, Waldorf," Chuck grinned in admiration, "Did you do some time there or something?"

"You know fully well that I didn't. After all, you would have seen me. I assume you're a regular," she smirked.

Chuck raised an eyebrow in response.

"Lily was talking about sending Serena here a few years ago," Blair clarified as she opened the link to their official website.

"Penance Boot Camp for Troubled Girls," Chuck mused as he allowed his eyes to skim over the webpage, "I like it."

"Perfect," Blair replied, her cherry red lips twisting into a small smile, "So, Mike will call us with the dirt on Georgina in the morning. Then, we'll call her parents and tell them everything, including the information on Penance."

"I must say, Waldorf, I'm impressed. This is some of our best work," Chuck nodded appreciatively.

"That it is," she agreed.

"I believe a little celebration is in order," Chuck suggested lecherously.

"How about you leave and then I'll have even more to celebrate," Blair suggested.

"No can do," Chuck replied.

"Well, I'm going to bed," Blair scoffed nonchalantly.

"I'd be happy to accompany you," he informed her.

"Chuck, out, now," Blair demanded.

"I dismissed my driver for the night, meaning the limo is unavailable. I would either have to walk or take a cab. Spare me, Waldorf," Chuck pleaded.

After a few moments of mulling it over, Blair finally made her decision.

"Fine," she agreed, "But you sleep on the floor."

"Fair enough. But if you get lonely, I'm always here," Chuck reminded.

"You're heinous," Blair announced, shutting her laptop and placing it on the floor.

"You, floor, now," she insisted before flopping down on her comforter, still fully clothed.

"No pajamas?" Chuck questioned disappointedly.

"Sleep. Now," Blair insisted before shutting off her lamp.

Meanwhile, Chuck lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He remembered the last time he slept in here. It was the night before the debutante ball. He had come over and they…entertained themselves…in her bed for hours. When she finally fell asleep, he laid there for hours, just holding here. He hated the idea of her going to the ball with Nate. Nate never appreciated her for who she was, flaws and all. Chuck did.

Chuck slowly rose to his feet and glanced over to Blair's bed. The petite brunette was fast asleep, a small smile playing at her features. He allowed his eyes to skim over her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, and so graceful.

He carefully slid down beside her on her silk sheets, his eyes fixed on her porcelain features.

Very slowly, he placed his arm around her tiny waist.

At that moment, something clicked in his head. He had always felt it, but it was then that he truly acknowledged it.

"I love you," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead before dosing off to sleep beside her.

A/N: Longer than usual. I hope you liked it. Review! :)