Ok, so I used one of my all time favorite quotes from GG and put it in the chapter. Lets see if you can find it. Haha, I love the quote. And the 'Lost Boy' episode. It was hilarious!

Anywho, you can give me some ideas for what you want in future chapters. I was thinking about dying Chuck's hair pink maybe. I dunno. I have a plan sketched out in a notebook (no idea where it is :] ) so, well, I could use some inspiration!

3 Jessie

PS: I don't own GG, so I must have failed at something.

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"No, no, and definitely no."

"Oh, you are such a liar!"

The brunette rolled her eyes and punched the punching bag with such force that it sent the blond sprawling on the ground. Blair Waldorf was not interested in Chuck Bass; their lips had just met a couple of times by accident. Or at least that was what she was telling herself. She was in denial, once again.

Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen had planned a day together a while back, and it had started with Blair working out at the gym beneath her office. Serena hate the smelly gym, but she had gotten Blair to agree to a night of partying later that night. Fair was fair.

After the night at the gala, where Chuck and Blair had participated in a long, twenty minute make-out session, Blair hadn't talked to him. Sure, it had only been about twelve hours, but she was trying to show her best friend that her life did not revolve around men. And she needed a work out, and there was no way she would be able to accomplish this if she thought of Chuck.

Yet, she had spent the last five minutes beating the crap out of the punching bag-and Serena- while thinking about Chuck.

"I am not dating Chuck, nor am I planning on dating Chuck!"

Serena snorted as she held the punching bag in place again. "Liar. Josh told me all about you little 'make-out" session last night. Obviously that means something." Blair didn't reply, only punched the bag again so hard that Serena fell to the ground again.

The blond rolled her eyes in annoyance as she gave up. "Whatever. I'm painting my nails now." Blair laughed and watched her friend crawl over to where their bags were place on the floor. Only Serena would think it was a good idea to paint your nails in the middle of a gym.

She had decided to paint her nails blue, because blue was Nate's favorite color. And it was a myth (in her mind, anyways) that blue brought those with sexual tension oozing out of them together. And she wanted her best friend to be happy once again, and if this worked, well, Serena would be painting her nails blue more often.

Blair kicked the bag, pretending it was Jason once again when a line of lyrics entered her eardrum. I'm Yours by Jason Mraz, and both girls knew that Blair only reserved that ring tone for one person and one person only.

The two lunged towards the phone, nails scratching and hair flying before Serena kicked Blair in the side and held the phone up in triumphant. "Hello?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound more Blair-ish.

"Hello? Is this Blair?"

"Of course darling Charles! Who else would it be?" Serena giggled, ignoring the protests of Blair.

Chuck rolled his eyes and sighed. Oh yeah, Serena and Blair had the day together. "Give the phone to Blair, Serena."

Serena was about to protest when all of the sudden Chuck heard a scream and laughter. "Pressure point B! That's no fair!"

Blair laughed and grabbed the phone, ignoring her friend who was trying to get feeling back in her arm. "Hello?"

Chuck grinned, even though he was sure that Blair couldn't see it. "Seems like you and Serena are having fun. Can you meet me for lunch?"

Serena, who was listening to the conversation, nodded her head eagerly. If this meant sacrificing her lunch time with B, then so be it. At least her friend would be spending time with Charles.

"Yeah, that'll be fine." She said, nonchalantly.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up in the limo."

Blair and Serena shot each other warning glances. He still didn't know about Blair's ahem other job. "I'll meet you there. Butter, right?"

Chuck frowned. Blair was rejecting a limo ride? "Sure, meet you there."

Chuck continued to frown. Blair was rejecting a limo ride? "Sure, meet you there." He said before closing his cell phone. What was Blair hiding?

***

She knew that she needed to come up with an excuse quick. Blair had gotten a vibe from Chuck who had gotten a vibe from her that something was bothering him. Obviously, but she couldn't exactly come out and say 'I'm protecting you from people who want to kill you. Pass the salt'. It didn't seem like a very appropriate thing to do to someone who just asked you to lunch.

Biding Serena goodbye, Blair stepped out of the yellow taxi cab and tried to quickly fix her curls. She hadn't even had time to shower, so she had basically had to cover herself in perfume. A pretty perfume, but she prayed that Chuck wouldn't gag.

Chuck stepped through the doors of Butter when he noticed an attractive brunette exiting a rather obnoxious yellow taxi cab. "Look who decided to show up," he teased, his arm slipping around her waist. Blair rolled her eyes and allowed him to lead her inside the restaurant.

"I can only stay for lunch. Serena and I have plan-mph!" Blair was cut off by a pair of lips claiming her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer. "Lunch. Only lunch." She said when they broke apart.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Lunch it is."

"And lunch only lasts about an hour."

He groaned as he unwrapped his grasp from her and led her to their seats. The brunette just had to be specific, now didn't she? "Fine. What are you doing tonight?"

Blair laughed as she glanced at the menu. "Serena and I are heading to Vicotorla for the evening. And no, you're not allowed to join us. That's the point of a 'Girl's Night'."

The waiter came and quickly took their order before Chuck excused himself to go to the bathroom quickly. That allowed the petite brunette to be alone, and she could feel someone looking at her. Quickly, she turned around only to frown.

The redhead excused himself from his date and walked over to where Blair was sitting; smiling as though they hadn't seen each other in years. "Well, Blair, I didn't expect to see you here with Chuck Bass."

Blair frowned and turned around, only to be disappointed to see the redhead pulling a chair to join the table. "Out of all the agents who could stalk Bass today, I have to run into you."

Mason Abbott pretended to look offended. "There is no one better than me. You're close, but not as good." Blair snorted. "But what are you doing with Chuck?"

"We have a lunch date, now that you mentioned it. He asked me to join him last night at the gala."

"Before or after the two of you swapped spit?"

That was one of the things that Blair hated about agents: they knew everything. Nothing was ever a secret.

Mason grinned at her. "Roberts was there in the crowd and noticed that Chuck walked backstage. He followed and hid in the corner to observe what was occurring."

Blair rolled her eyes. "So? It's not like you haven't fucked someone on the job. Do we need to repeat the 'Paris Hilton' innocent?" Mason frowned and leaned closer to Blair.

"Watch it. I can take you off this case in a second."

"Let's see you try."

He sighed in annoyance. "You have never gotten attached to anyone, why start now? He's just another-Mr. Bass! What a pleasure!" Mason said as the billionaire joined the group.

Chuck had never seen this man before, and the way Blair was looking at him made Chuck feel as though he was interrupting something. Not that it mattered if he was, but it made him feel like Blair was hiding something. Something big and important that he would find out. "Yes. Pleasure. You are…?"

He was obnoxious, and he could care less as Blair shot him an annoyed glance. "Mason Jenkins sir. I babysat Miss Waldorf when she was about three years old." Mason was good, making up such a convincing story, Blair pondered, but babysitting? What guy liked babysitting?

"Yeah. He is dining over there with his date and happen to recognize me," Blair said, giving Mason a fake smile. "But he was just going, weren't you?"

Mason nodded. "Of course, you seem to have a date. Blair, Mr. Bass," and Mason quickly excused himself from the two. Blair glared after him before turning her attention back to Chuck, who was looking at her. "What?"

"Nothing. You just seem like you hate him," Chuck observed. "It wasn't like you were that friendly with him."

Blair crossed her arms and glared at Chuck. "I don't have to preach to you my life story, Chuck."

He glared at her, their eyes meeting. "Well, I'd like to know why you hate someone."

"So I have permission to get all into your personal life?"

"No."

Blair scoffed. "Then why do you have permission to get through mine, Bass?"

Chuck smirked at her as the food arrived. "Pet names now?"

"I don't do pet names."

"There will be pet names. Pet names comes with the territory, and apparently you're the only one who knows how to service me just the way I like it."

She felt tears perk her eyes. "I'm not hungry." She said abruptly, not wanting to show Chuck the pain that had just been caused. He, being an idiot, realized his mistake seconds too late and watched her leave suddenly. He did this with everyone, he used them and then pushed the people that cared about him away.

He followed her, watching her closely as she left Butter in a huff. Some things weren't to be perused, obviously, but it didn't stop him from being curious. And that was when his eyes landed on her hand bag, which she had forgotten.

His hands quickly grabbed the blue bag and opened it within seconds, the cell phone lying on top. Grinning to himself, Chuck immediately went to sent text messages.

Serena, Serena, Serena, Nate, Serena, Nate, Nate, Serena, Serena, Serena, Chuck, Jason, Serena - Jason. Jason Brentwood.

Goddamnit.

***

There she was; dancing on a table in the middle of Victorla, her brown curls were flying everywhere, and the blond shimming along with her.

So they were drunk, what girls didn't get drunk sometimes? But Blair Waldorf was beyond drunk at this point. Drunk to her was the familiar buzz in her brain yet she was still able to know what she was doing. Right now, Blair couldn't comprehend the fact that she was half dressed on a table.

It had all started when the friends had met and discussed how much they hated men. Then the martinis and shots had just kept coming.

A pair of brown eyes watched her the whole time, knowing he was probably a major cause to the fact that his girl was drunk. But he wasn't going to loose his temper, not yet. She was allowed to make her own decisions, until they became stupid.

The song ended and the pair laughed and hopped off the table and staggered to a table, where a waiter took their orders of more shots and alcoholic beverages. The man at the counter hopped off his bar stool and quietly stalked his way over to his prey.

"B! You were amazing!" Serena gushed, her head lying on Blair's shoulder. Blair giggled.

"You were too! God, imagine if Nate was here. Or Chuck. Or-"

"Me?"

Blair's head shot up and studied the brown eyes that had appeared out of no where. He was gorgeous, he was smart, and he used to be hers. Until, of course, he wasn't. His arm seemed to wrap around her body without her knowing as she stood up to leave. Serena had disappeared suddenly, not realizing who she was leaving her best friend with. Not realizing that she had basically put her best friend in grave danger.

"Jason." She mumbled, finishing her sentence and naming the blond in front of her. He was here. And she couldn't debate if he was her knight or a duke pretending he was a knight.

"You were amazing up there." He whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her ear before lips met her neck. She shivered.

"I need Serena," she mumbled, trying to pull away. But he was too strong, he had always been stronger then she was when she was drunk. Usually, she was able to flip him a couple of inches in the air and have him land on his back, but she couldn't. Blair was too intoxicated.

"She's a big girl," he whispered before allowing his lips to reattach themselves to her neck. There was something eerily familiar about this situation, it seemed like it had happened before.

And it had, this was how she and Jason hooked up, this was how they started their relationship: she was drunk, he was sober, and he brought her home. But not this time, Blair knew the dangers of being with Jason. Just look at how much it had screwed her up when they had broke up?

"I have to go," she mumbled, trying to shove him away. Jason frowned and grabbed her arm.

"No, you don't." he state, no trace of doubt in his voice. Blair frowned.

"I said I have to go!" she said, shoving him away. He regained his composure, but watched her stumble and start to fall to the ground. A strong hand grasped her elbow, and Blair turned. There he was, her knight.

Her knight was saving her.

"There you are," he said, helping her regain composure. "Come on, we should go. Serena left a couple of minutes ago."

Jason grunted and glared at her knight. "Sorry, but we're okay. Everything is going fine."

But it wasn't, and any bystander could see that. Blair was wasted and Jason was trying to use her. So Blair leaned on her knight and kicked Jason in the shins. Jason grunted in pain and watched his brunette leave for the second time, with the same man. He was loosing her, but it was too bad he had more tricks up his sleeve.

The blond suddenly appeared out of no where, leaning on Nate Archibald's shoulder. "Hey B!" she drawled, not bothering to move out of his grasp. "I'm heading home with Natie here. I'll call you later?" And Serena didn't wait for a response before allowing Nate to drag her out of the club.

Blair watched before allowing her knight to take her to the safety of the limo awaiting the two outside. She crawled in quickly, and rested her head against the soft cushion.

"Why are you so wasted?"

She looked at him, studying the sharp looks of Chuck Bass. Why? Why did he want to know? He should know. "I wanted to forget. But it didn't work."

He studied her and tucked a curl behind her ear. "What did you want to forget?"

She gave him a small smile, one that had a hidden secret buried deep inside. "I wanted to forget about you. About what I feel for you. But I can't, your always there." she whispered.

He could relate. He had tried the same thing after his father died. Chuck had tried to drown his sorrows in bottle after bottle, but the memories kept catching up. And he knew that he had hurt her, with words. It was a gift Chuck had been given: ruining perfect moments. But he wasn't going to ruin this moment; he wasn't going to sacrifice his relationship with Blair. That was something meaningful, even if it was so dysfunctional.

"I always will be."

"You're Chuck Bass. Chuck Bass doesn't do girlfriends."

He took a deep breath.

"I'm not Chuck Bass without you."