A groan escaped the brunette's lips as she rolled over, trying to stuff her head back into a pillow. And then she realized that this pillow wasn't all that fluffy. In fact, it was pretty hard. And was moving up and down. Blair shot up, her reflexes pulling the sheets up around her half naked boy. Her eyes glanced around the large bed before landing on the man next to her.

Chuck Bass looked like a sleeping baby. She smiled softly before shaking her head, trying to get any thoughts of kissing him out of her head. He was her client, whether he knew it or not, and you couldn't have affairs with clients.

Well, he could, but she couldn't.

Quietly, Blair slipped off the bed, grabbing a bathrobe that was hanging up on a hanger, and scurried into the kitchen. Melted chocolate was now lying on the counter from the night before and a loaf of bread was crumpled on the counter as well. A smile teased her lips, before cleaning up the mess. It was her fault all the food was left out, after all, considering she beat Chuck up with a loaf of fancy French bread and then ate chocolate.

She opened the fridge again and smiled to herself again. Well, he had some other food besides chocolate, and the least she could do was make him an omelet or something. It probably wasn't going to turn out good because she wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but it was the thought that count.

Chuck yawned, rolling over in his bed on a rather warm spot. He opened one eye, looking for the source of heat, only to be greeted by a clanging of pans, radio, and a chuckle. Obviously, someone was trying to cook, and seemed to be failing miserably at it.

He stumbled out of the bed, looking for his bathrobe to discover it wasn't where it usually was. Ah well, Blair could stare at his manly chest for a little while, it wouldn't hurt anyone. Slowly and quietly, he poked his head around the corner and smirked. There was Blair, in his robe, cooking an omelet. And she looked damn sexy doing what she was doing.

It took him a moment to realize that the radio wasn't on, it was her that was singing, her hips swaying to the lyrics leaving her mouth. She was pretty good, Chuck mused, watching her dance around as she prepared an omelet. And then he sneezed, ruining the music.

Blair jumped in surprise before turning around, her hand gripped on the frying pan in case it was a burglar. We all know how well that went last time. When she noticed it was Chuck, her face began blooming a reddish tint as she struggled to pull the purple dress shirt lower. She suddenly was self conscious and had no idea how to act around Chuck now that he was awake. "Morning Chuck," she mumbled, blushing. He smirked at her, still leaning against the door frame. "I was, uh, making you an omelet." And with that, she turned around and continued to create an eggy breakfast.

Chuck smirked and stalked closer to his prey, his arms wrapping around her waist gently and place his head on the crook of her neck. Blair immediately tensed up, not sure if she should push him off or kiss his forehead. "Morning sunshine," he said, his breath tickling her ear.

Blair made up her mind quickly and shrugged his head off her shoulders. She may like him, but she should be able to 'fight the man' as some put it. "I'm not your sex toy, Bass, so keep your hands where I can see them."

Chuck tensed up and let go of the brunette's waist, glaring at her. "So last night meant nothing? You beg me to come and lay with you after I attacked your ex-boyfriend and was beaten with a bread stick?" he wasn't mad, he was confused and mad. Blair glanced at the stove, trying to concentrate on the omelet. "I beat up a guy and risked going to jail just so you could make me an omelet?"

Blair turned around, spatula in hand, her nostrils flaring. "Do not talk to me about last night. I did not ask for last night to even happen. You invited me to the gala, you punched Jason, and you didn't have to cuddle with me. I'm sorry I'm not kissing the ground you walk on!"

He smirked at her, stepping closer to her. She backed away, only to bump into the stove, the spatula the only weapon she could defend herself with. "So you don't feel anything between us, Waldorf?" he whispered, his hand stroking her cheek. Blair shuddered, and felt her face lean into his palm.

"No," she whispered, lying to him. And the sad part was he knew she was lying. She was lying between her teeth at this point, trying to remain composed. He gently took the spatula out of her hand and turned to face the stove, finishing the omelet.

Chuck turned to face her again and almost sighed aloud. She was stubborn, just like he was, but if she didn't feel anything, then Blair was useless to him. "Leave then. I'm not stopping you. I don't need you anyways," he hissed, before turning his back to her. He heard the pitter patter of feet running down the wooden floor before his bedroom door closed. Great, he chased her away, just like everyone else.

***

Blair left the suite, ignoring the glances the surrounding tenants were giving her. She didn't sleep with Chuck Bass; she had been the one who had left him. It was Marco's job today to watch the Basstard today, not hers, but she still couldn't get her mind off of him.

She hurt him, that was obvious, but it was for the best. Even though she'd basically be stalking him for as long as she was told to, she couldn't feel anything. They could never be together. It wouldn't work.

That was what she was telling herself anyways.

The brunette had been traveling along the same path at Central Park for at least an hour, a loaf of bread in her hands. Blair was going to feed the ducks when her legs finally got tired and willed her to stop pacing. Obviously, though, that wasn't going to happen soon. The man with the brown eyes was still in her thoughts, like he was haunting her.

Damn that Basstard.

She stopped suddenly, smiling to herself when she saw a couple of ducks waddling around in a circle. Perfect. Sitting down on one of the benches, Blair quietly opened the bag of bread and threw pieces at the ducks. They ate the bread in seconds it seemed like, as though they hadn't eaten ages.

Once the bag was empty, she sighed and started her way to the streets of Manhattan. It was turning dark out, which meant that Blair's new second job would be starting in an hour. She was already dressed, the sparkles on her dress gleaming when the reflection of light it them. She was singing tonight, at some dinner party for some billionaires.

And it was planned that Chuck Bass was suppose to be attending. Ironically enough, she wanted nothing to do with him. And the same for him.

And the funny part was she didn't know that she would be singing for billionaires until a couple nights ago when Mason had told her the 'good' news. Great, right?

Arriving at the Palace Hotel an hour early was something Blair usually did, but she was dreading entering, thinking that maybe Chuck was taking some other girl instead of her. And it was obvious he was taking two girls-a red head and brunette-when he entered the room.

Blair, of course, noticed this from behind the curtain on the stage. She jumped, though, when she felt someone taping her on the shoulder.

"We're going on in a minute," Tyler Williams, the guitarist, told the brunette. She nodded, butterflies dancing in her stomach, for a completely different reason. Tyler had no idea what to do, seeing as he had no idea of her other job and the fact that the guy she didn't want to see was out in the crowd.

Chuck smiled at the men in business suits, shaking hands, as though this is what he really wanted to be doing tonight. In reality, he wanted to get drunk and screw the two chicks next to him until he got bored with them, and hopefully this would get rid of the other brunette from his mind and thoughts.

This wasn't helping.

The curtains opened up, and Donald Trump turned to Chuck. "This girl has the most amazing voice. Her mother is some fashion designer or something." Chuck was about to prod the subject further, ignoring the stares his dates were giving him, when the brunette onstage sang.

"He and I had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last
I loved him so but I let him go
'Cause I knew he'd never love me back

Chuck watched in awe as Blair Waldorf swayed her hips to the tune of the music, her delicate voice hitting each note perfectly. He had though the band, A Fine Frenzy, had sung it well, but Blair outdid them. His dates rolled their eyes and slowly walked away from him, but he didn't even notice.

Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss
Still a little bit delirious, yeah

Their eyes met, just for a moment, before Blair began to scan the rest of the crowd. It was her job to please the crowd, not Chuck, no matter how much her heart was begging her to. But it seemed like every time she'd look somewhere else; her eyes would land right back on him.

Near to you, I am healin'
But it is takin' so long
Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yeah, I'm better near to you

Well, you and I, it's somethin' different
And I'm enjoyin' it as cautiously
I'm battle scarred, I am workin' oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be

He's disappearin'
Fadin' steadily
When I'm so close to bein' yours
Won't you stay with me, please?

Cause near to you, I am healin'
But it is takin' so long
Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet I'm better near to you
Yeah, I'm better near to you

I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I belong where you are

Near to you, I am healin'
But its takin' so long
Though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on

Near to you, I am healin'
But its takin' so long
Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yeah, I'm better near to you
Yeah, I'm better near to you

As the song ended, the audience clapped, one or two people whistling. Chuck just looked at her, his mind telling him that maybe this was a sign. Blair smiled into the microphone. "Hey everyone. We're Take a Chance and we're here to rock the house tonight!" The billionaires just looked at her blankly and Chuck chuckled. "Which translates into we're going to have a great night!" The billionaires nodded, and Blair had to hold back an eye roll. Idiots.

Within the first couple of minutes, Blair declared that this was a horrible party. Everyone was talking about business, and all the songs people were requesting were so old, her mother probably didn't even know the titles.

Chuck was finding it amusing when he saw that Blair looked tortured. He, of course, was also tortured, but at least he was used to these types of galas. In about an hour, the band dismissed them, claiming they needed food, which was code word for going to commit suicide.

He, however, snuck backstage and hid in the shadows.

"God, this party sucks" Tyler declared, Frankie nodding in agreement as he put his drumsticks into his back pocket "Why are we here again, Blair? We could be at Victorla again or something."

Chuck almost gasped. He owned that club. And then he almost gasped again when he got a close up of Blair in her outfit. "I promised Jason. He canceled the original band, because he's an ass, and he begged me. Remember: this happened when we were going out." Uproar of laughter came from the rest of the band.

"God, that guy was a jackass."

"He slept with my sister!"

Blair laughed as she turned to go into the green room, which was blocked by a brunette with brown eyes. The band members stopped laughing, obvious to the extreme amount of sexual tension steaming off the two brunettes. Tyler coughed nervously, Frankie shuffled, and Josh strummed on his guitar for a moment before they all glanced at each other.

"I'm gonna go get some of the caviar." Tyler stated, backing away from the two.

"And soda." Frankie mumbled, almost out the door with Tyler.

"And chicks, man." Josh said, before the three of them disappeared into the party.

Chuck and Blair looked at each other, not sure what to say. After all, what do you say to the person who either A) rejected you of B) punched out your ex-boyfriend because he was bothering you too much? She twirled a curl around her finger, he fixed his tie before she spoke.

"Your not suppose to be back here," she said, quietly. Chuck smirked at her before taking a step towards her.

"What are you going to do about it? Kick me?" he teased, stepping closer. "Admit it, you wanted me to come back here and talk to you."

Blair snorted and rolled her eyes. "Mhm, you got me. I just wanted your stud muffin-ness to interrupt my fifteen minutes of solitude," she shot back, taking a step away from him. All she needed was to take a wiff of his signature smell and she'd collapse into his arms.

She was a god damn agent, she was stronger then that! Right?!

Chuck smirked at her, taking two steps forward, and they became so close that if they leaned in slightly, their lips would meet. His fingers played with a curl that had escaped her sliver headband, and she leaned into his palm. "You want me, and you know it. Just admit it."

Blair suddenly took a huge step back, removing the contact between the two. "I know what you're doing. You're doing what Jason did, what Carter did. You're going to use me, then dump me like I'm some cheap whore. No, not again." she said, her eyes flashing with anger, confusion, and betrayal. Chuck took a step forward, but sighed with annoyance when she stepped backwards again, colliding with the wall.

He didn't step forward, knowing that perhaps she would kick him. "You'll never know if you don't try." He replied, taking a step away from her. "I won't be waiting forever."

"I don't want you to." She shot back, crossing her arms.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Sure."

"Whatever."

"Why not."

And before they knew who moved first, they were kissing. Not friendly kissing, but the passionate heated kissing that they could only muster up. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she felt the wall against her back while Chuck's hands kept his body weight from crushing against the petite girl. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so right.

The moment was ruined in seconds when the door was thrown open and in came Blair's band members.

"Well, we'll be back in a minute or two. Carry on," Josh said, shoving the rest of the band members out of the door again. Blair pulled away from Chuck, her lips swollen from the untimely pressure and her cheeks crimson red.

"Told you that you couldn't resist me." Chuck said, serious as Blair laughed, removing her arms from his neck.

"You still have to be a gentleman."

"Sounds kinky."

Blair shoved him away playfully, laughing in the process. This was the start of an unusual yet amazingly difficult relationship.

Ok, so I know this is a crappy chapter, but I had to get the relationship put together. I actually want them to be in a relationship when he finds out about her other job and yah yeh yah. And she had to sing. And I have everything planned out for the future chapters in my MIND! MUHAHAHA! And there will be a sequel. And this will be a very very very very very long story, hopefully. I dunno, I can't see the future. But R&R please.

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