Chapter 2

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"Serena," Blair barely managed to put on a calm front after reading the text from Gossip Girl. "May I have a word?" Serena thought she could actually hear Blair's teeth grind against one another as she bitterly spat out each syllable.

Without even the slightest nod in agreement, Blair grabbed Serena's elbow and pulled her into the closest unoccupied bedroom. This act in and of itself was quite the feat. Needless to say, Serena ended up evicting many couples from their previous perches.

When Blair was positive that she and Serena were alone, the berating began.

"What the hell is this? And what the hell were you and Nate thinking? Were you actually trying to get a blast sent out? What the hell is going on here?!"

Serena slumped down onto the bed, trying to process the questions Blair had just fired at her. Not only was she unsure how to properly answer Blair's angry inquiries to her liking, Serena was still trying to comprehend what had just occurred between Chuck and Vanessa less than twenty minutes ago.

"Wait a second, B—Didn't you say earlier that you and Nate are thinking of getting back together?"

"Well yes, I mean we hadn't formally talked about anything yet, but I do see some potential for us reuniting in the near future…" Blair rambled awkwardly.

"So then why would it matter to you—or even Nate, I guess—that Chuck and Vanessa were hooking up?"

"Well it's not like Nate and I are an official thing yet. They have no right to go behind our backs like that, especially after such a hasty breakup."

"Correct me if I'm wrong B, but didn't you and Chuck start your 'relationship' less than an hour after you broke up with Nate? That is, if you can even call what you two had a relationship." Serena knew she had gone too far as soon as she brought the short-lived affair between Chuck and Blair under scrutiny.

"You should talk, Miss 'I'll date Cabbage Patch every other week or so.'"

Blair had hit Serena where she knew it would hurt. Serena was beginning to get over the fact that she and Dan were done, but still was not ready to be putting the subject up for discussion. "Blair, this is about you and Chuck. And Nate, sort of…Don't bring Dan into it. It's just not the time for that argument."

"Whatever Serena. I'm getting out of here. Don't bother to call me later."

Blair spun around on her heels and furiously stormed out of the locked room, only to find the majority of the party guests with their ears pressed up against the wall, listening in to the fight between Serena and Blair. The smaller minority group, however, was either passed out on the various couches and chairs scattered around the room, or stumbling around the Van der Woodsen living room in pursuit of a spot to lie down.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Blair attempted to push her way through the crowd before she was intercepted by none other than the devil himself.

"You have got to be kidding me right now," Blair murmured under her breath.

"We need to talk," He whispered under his breath so that Blair alone could hear him. Chuck grabbed her arm and pulled Blair outside of the suite and into the hallway.

"Leave me alone, Chuck." Her tone was laced with venom. "I read the blast. It's nothing new for me. I get it—we're over."

Troves of wasted teenagers clambered out of the Van der Woodsen suite, cries of "Cops!" and "Get out! Now!" echoing throughout the hallway.

"Let's go somewhere quieter. Follow me."

"No, Chuck, the only place I am going is home to my own clean bed. And yes, as per usual, you are obviously not welcome to join me."

Chuck smirked as he pulled Blair into a random maid's closet in the Palace hallway.

"Gross Chuck! Can we at least move this conversation to your suite, or just anywhere aside from this dirty closet? Not only am I risking contracting God knows how many viral diseases from your little exploit with Vanessa from being in such close proximity to you, but this space must be just breeding—"

Blair was abruptly cut off by the sensation of Chuck's mouth on hers. She had forgotten how good this felt…Maybe it was just the stuffy air in the closet or the fumes from the cleaning supplies messing with her head, but Blair could have sworn that she felt sparks. And from the signals Chuck was giving her, Blair knew that he could feel it too. Just as she was about to deepen the kiss, reality kicked in, and so did Blair's foot acting yet again on Chuck's shin.

"What the hell was that?" Blair shrieked, slapping Chuck's cheek for good measure.

"Sorry—it's just a bad reflex. It always works to shut you up," Chuck tried to laugh it off, but Blair would not buy it.

"What the hell were you thinking Chuck? I can't believe you. Less than twenty minutes ago, you were in bed with Vanessa, and now you're trying to rape me in a closet smaller than Handsome's kennel. Who's next? Jenny? Serena?" Blair crossed her arms across her chest and attempted to back away from Chuck as much as she could in the limited area.

"If memory serves, B, you seemed to be enjoying that kiss. And in the state of New York, I don't think consensual acts are considered rape—that is if a kiss can be defined as rape now. And I'm sure someone as experienced as you are in this department, kitten, would be able to distinguish what, exactly, would be considered crossing that line." Chuck's smirk grew wider with each word he uttered.

"Ugh, you are such a pig. Forget it, Chuck, I'm getting out of here. Have fun with your new whore," Blair pushed passed him and reached for the door handle, only to realize that Chuck's hand had beat her to it.

"Please, Blair, just let me explain. It isn't what it looks like," Chuck pleaded, his eyes actually showing remorse for the first time that evening.

"Fine. You have five minutes to prove your so-called 'innocence,'" She let out a haughty chuckle. "Let's hear it Bass. And please, for my sake, spare the details."

Gossip Girl Blast #375

Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here again, reporting on S's failed attempt at Little J's Sweet Sixteen. All in all, I have to say that for all of the guests, including myself, the evening was highly enjoyable. However, this "elegant soiree" turned out to be a total disaster on the party planner's part. Having the cops, along with your mother and her boyfriend (AKA your ex-boyfriend's father!), show up really did put a damper on the fun activities occurring throughout the suite.

Let me know if you discover anything shocking about the "soiree's" various attendees. I did get a tip-off from a reliable source saying that the mysterious B and C went MIA around the same time as the cops showed up.

Chances are, these two have snuck off together, of course. But where to? And why?

Sorry V, C was never one for attachment.

You know you love me.

Gossip Girl