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PS: I had serious labor-pains in writing this chapter, hopefully it doesn't blow too much lol.

Chapter 7

A half hour later, Blair had just finish drying her hair and began getting ready for bed—determined to fall into a deep wine-induced slumber in which she would not be plagued with thoughts of her miserable and nonexistent love life.

She had just slipped a silk chemise over her head when her cell phone went off.

"Hello?" she asked.

"B!" Serena nearly screamed over blaring music "Get your sexy ass down here right this instant!"

"Geez, S" Blair winced, pulling the phone back "Where is 'here' exactly?"

"Umm, I don't know, some really awesome dance club that just opened" Serena told her.

"Are you with Nate?" Blair asked.

"Yes and we are having an amazing time but it would be so much better if you were here!" she told her.

"I don't know, Serena, I'm really wiped out" she mumbled.

"No excuses! You had a miserably lonely summer thanks to a certain step-brother of mine and now is the time to reclaim the summer you were destined to have!" Serena exclaimed.

"Ugh" Blair groaned "I suppose I could make an appearance. Maybe I'll text James for real and he can meet up with us."

"But I thought you were just using him. Remember telling me 'he served his purpose'?"

"Yeah, well I underestimated the necessity of having him around" Blair said.

"I'm guessing your talk with Chuck was less than successful" Serena said.

"Let us never speak about it again" Blair said "Text me the address of the club, I'll be there in ten."

Now determined to turn her awful night around, Blair marched over to her closet and whipped out the skimpiest dress she owned. It was a hot pink, strapless Dior dress with a sweet-heart cut that amped up her cleavage and flared out at the hem where it hit her mid-thigh. It was girly and flirty and everything she needed to be.

She sent a text to James (which he eagerly responded to) as she turned on her curling iron. Precisely five minutes later, with a touch of lip-gloss and a flick of her mascara wand, Blair Waldorf was ready to paint the town red.

She nearly ran out of the house in her haste to dodge Chuck at all costs possible. Luckily, she found his bedroom door closed as she breezed through the hallway. Good she thought the last thing I need is to try to get past him while wearing my 'come-fuck-me' dress.

She hopped into James' car the second it pulled up in the driveway and willed herself to give him a chaste kiss on the mouth in greeting.

As they sped away, neither caught sight of a dark figure watching them from his bedroom window.

Xoxoxoxoxoxox

Almost as soon as they entered the club, Blair started accepting drinks left and right.

Serena was already plastered, so Blair felt more than justified in catching up to her as soon as possible. She felt light and carefree as she was hoisted on top of a table with her best friend and began to dance the night away.

I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone

Blair had so much physical and emotional tension built up inside of her from the past three months that it came as a great relief to let go of her inhibitions for a night. She refused to think about Chuck, except for the few times when she thought about how she was not going to think about him.

What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

The more she drank, the better she felt about her life. Even James was getting more and more appealing as the minutes ticked on. Blair started to feel drawn to the man she not too long ago wrote off as a cardboard decoy, and easily found herself in his arms as the night progressed.


Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

James may have been dull, but at least he was different: tall, muscular, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair…he was actually a lot like Nate, which is probably the reason Blair subconsciously picked him in the first place—she knew nothing would hurt Chuck more than to date someone who resembled his best friend.

When the opening beats of "Right Round" by Flo Rida began to fill the club, Blair felt herself automatically begin to grind up against James—whose hands immediately found their way to her ass. As Blair continued to move against him seductively, she made the decision that tonight they would actually sleep together. If Chuck could sleep with other people, then so could she. It wouldn't be that bad right?

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to meet hers in a searing kiss that no doubt left James stupefied. When she was sober, she could barely muster up the excitement to kiss him with any sort of passion or eagerness. But now with a goal in mind, Blair knew exactly what to do to get this boy eating out of her hand.

However, shortly after the kiss started, Blair felt herself being violently ripped from James's arms. Before she had a chance to protest, she was being pushed behind a male figure protectively.

A male figure dressed in head-to-toe purple attire.

"Chuck?" she cried out in shock.

"I'll deal with you later" he said without looking at her.

"Hey man, what's your problem?" James asked, approaching him.

Chuck, despite being much shorter than James, made up for this with the help of his intense withering glare which was guaranteed to make even the most confident of men a little unsure of themselves.

Blair noticed that despite trying to maintain a macho stance, James visibly gulped as Chuck got up in his face close enough to kiss him.

"My problem, man, is the way you're manhandling my woman in public" he sneered.

Blair's eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"Seriously Chuck?" she scoffed.

"Shut up Blair" Chuck told her "This is a conversation between gentlemen."

Blair threw up her arms.

"Oh, this is just unbelievable" she muttered.

Serena was at her side in an instant.

"B, what's going on?" she asked before spotting Chuck and James "What's Chuck doing here?"

"Hell if I know" Blair muttered.

"Look, she came with me. Whatever you guys had before, it's clearly over" James told him.

"Well it certainly didn't feel that way when she let me finger her an hour ago" Chuck countered.

Blair's hand flew over her mouth. Oh shit, this better not end up on Gossip Girl.

"B!" Serena squeaked.

"You son of a bitch" James said as he took a swing at Chuck.

However, before his fist made contact with Chuck's face, another fist came seemingly out of nowhere and landed on James' cheek—sending him reeling.

"Nate!" Blair and Serena exclaimed at the same time.

"Hey, what's going on?" the pretty boy, who also happened to be punch-happy, asked casually.

"Chuck was just telling B's boyfriend about how he fingered her an hour ago" Serena told him bluntly.

"In the hot tub" Chuck added.

"In the hot tub" Serena echoed "And ew."

Nate cringed.

"You mean I just defended your honor to fool around with my ex-girlfriend?" he asked incredulously of his best friend.

"Looks like" Chuck smirked "Thanks by the way."

"Sure, I guess."

James stood back up.

"Sorry about that man" Nate said.

James ignored him and refocused his attention on Blair.

"Blair is that true?" he asked, touching his red cheek tenderly.

"I…I…" she tried, speechless and on the verge of tears.

"What the hell were you doing with him? You told me you were a virgin" James said.

"WHAT?" Serena, Chuck and Nate all said at the same time.

They all looked at Blair, expectantly.

"Oh my god" Blair whispered before running off the dance floor.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Serena was the first to move.

"I'll go" she began.

"No, this is my mess" Chuck said, pushing through the crowd before anyone had a chance to protest.

"What the hell is going on?" James asked.

"Hate to tell you this, man" Nate began "But you got seriously played by Blair Waldorf."

James looked at Serena for confirmation, who just nodded her head sympathetically.

"Yeah, I fell for it too once" Nate mused.

The three blondes stood in awkward silence as they looked in the direction that Blair and Chuck had gone off in.

"So" Serena began, clapping her hands together "Who wants to make out?"

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

TBC!