Ok, defiantly not my best chapter, I know. But I've had so much stuff to do this last week that I haven't really had any free time. And I have this major plan for the Halloween party, so I had to somehow make Chuck know about the Halloween party…because I found that amazing story-line plot in my locker last week :D How would you guys like another fight in the next chapter?

I don't own any character's in GG, which means I have failed in life.

But I do own the original plot and any original characters and such. But I still don't own GG, so I still fail. Epically.

"Natie-Poo!"

Blair Waldorf even cringed at the nickname her best friend gave Nate Archibald. Nate, however, seemed to be used to the nickname and didn't give any type of reaction as he leaned down to give his girlfriend a kiss.

"I swear to god, Nate," Blair started, giving a small smile at the golden-haired boy, "If you ever leave your girlfriend again for more then one day I may have to personally go to Connecticut and bring you home." Serena van der Woodsen glared at her friend "It was constant 'I wonder if Nate is ok?' or 'I hope he isn't on the side of the road, bleeding to death!'"

Nate laughed and wrapped his arm around his blond girlfriend. It had been three days since Chuck Bass had met Eleanor and Cyrus. And surprisingly, Nate had asked Chuck that same night if he wanted to go to Connecticut for the night. Chuck obliged, and Nate had promised for Chuck to be home by Sunday.

Chuck stepped out of the limo moments later, and immediately pulled his girlfriend close to him, his lips already attacking her neck. "Did you miss me?"

Blair laughed and shoved Chuck away from her neck. "More or less," she teased.

The two glanced at the blond couple, who were already making their way into Serena's limo, their lips attacking each other feverishly. "So, you wouldn't want to have hot crazy sex in the back of my limo?

"No, not yet." She laughed, pulling Chuck down a path in Central Park. In her other hand was a loaf of bread. Blair wanted to feed the ducks today, and Chuck had even obliged to going to Central Park and feeding ducks with her.

So Blair had bought the best loaf of bread at the store and arrived at Central Park almost a half and hour earlier with Serena, waiting for her beau.

"So how was your man date?" she teased, walking along the familiar path of the park.

Chuck shrugged. "The usual. We played squash, drank way to much liquor, complained about the parents…"

Eleanor suddenly popped into Blair's head, and the conversations that had erupted after Chuck had introduced himself to her. "Like the one where my mother insulted your purple pants?"

He laughed. "Yes. And then she didn't realize that the purple pair of pants I was wearing was made by her fashion company. You must get your smarts from you father's side."

Blair nodded, her eyes wandering around for the lake that she usually fed the starving ducks. "Or when the waiter tripped and showered crackers down my dress and you insisted that you should get them out."

Chuck's eyes shined bright at the memory. "Oh yes. And you refused to come out of the bathroom for an hour, and the only reason we left the bathroom was because your stepfather had to pee really badly."

"And remember when Cyrus didn't know what to do with the tie you got him? He thought that it was the best tie ever, yet he didn't know how to put it on."

They laughed as Blair stopped at the lake, the water glistening and decorated with the foliage of leaves. It mid October and Blair still enjoyed the time she was spending with Chuck. It was different then the other relationships she had had in the past. Ok, sure, she was protecting him from assassins, but that was only a minor detail.

"I love your purple pants, though." Blair said, breaking a piece of bread and throwing it to the hungry geese. "Almost as much as I love your scarf."

Chuck laughed and took a piece of bread out of the package before throwing it to more geese. Quickly, he removed his scarf from around his neck and draped it around Blair's neck. "Now it your scarf."

Blair toyed with the fringed edges of the scarf and leaned into Chuck's chest. Everyone had told her that she should be wary of falling for Chuck, yet the warning seemed not to matter. She was addicted to Chuck, it seemed like. And it seemed like Chuck was addicted to her in return.

Clearing her throat, Blair threw another piece of bread to the geese before tucking a strain of hair behind her ear. "So, Serena is throwing a Halloween party…" her voice trailed off.

"And…?" Chuck asked. He enjoyed Halloween as much as the next person, but there was no way he was dressing up as a caveman this year. Last year was the only year he had been half dressed for a party, and trust him, there had been way too much alcohol involved in the creation of that costume.

"Are you going? Because we don't have to go. I mean, if we do go, we have to have matching outfits, but we don't have to go. I mean, I want to go, but we don't have to," Blair rambled, and Chuck shushed her when colliding his lips with hers.

"I would love to go," he said.

Blair sighed. "Well, good. I mean, we'll have to avoid Georgina Sparks at all cost, but it shouldn't matter. We'll win the best costume and-"

"Wait: repeat that."

Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him. "We'll win the best costume contest?"

Chuck sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Before that."

"We'll avoid Georgina Sparks at all cost?"

That name. Georgina Sparks would be attending. If he remembered correctly, Nate had mentioned that that was the chick that Jason had cheated on Blair will. Which meant that this girl had to be attractive. And Chuck knew Georgina. Yes, he knew her fairly well. "Why? Do you know her?"

The last thing Blair wanted was for Chuck to fall in love with Georgina like Jason had done. That would make it seem like Blair couldn't keep a man.

"We…have a history," Chuck said, trying to find the right words. Georgina had taken his virginity when he was only fifteen, and had been obsessed wit him since then. She had actually called him when in Connecticut and asked if he wanted to meet up and 'play a game'.

That chick was insane and had just gotten out of rehab for addiction to coke and sex. And Chuck had been stupid enough in the past to provide her with both.

Blair tensed up and looked at Chuck. "A history," she said, looking at him. "A good history?"

"No. A bad history. That chick is insane," he said, rolling his eyes "I warned Nate one time when Georgina asked him on a date to double check for an ice pick under her bed if she brought him home. She's a total screw up."

Blair visibly relaxed and threw a couple of more pieces of bread at the geese. "Ok, good. I don't know if Serena or Nate told you, but when I was dating Jason, he cheated on me with her and I don't want a repeat."

He nodded and was about to reply when his cell phone rang the Dracula theme song. Blair laughed at the tune. "Can you hold on a minute, B? It's Mark. We have a major deal in the works and he's probably calling me about something."

She nodded and Chuck walked over to where the bench was and sat down. "Bass," he said with authority that Mark laughed.

"What are you doing? I haven't been able to get a hold of you all weekend," Mark said, and Chuck rolled his eyes "You've been busier the last two months with a social life that it's amazing you were able to land the deal."

"What can I say," Chuck said, glancing at Blair who was feeding the geese "my priorities have changed."

"That's not why I called though."

"Oh?"

"Your PI called this morning, Andrew Tyler. He said that he's been trying to reach you."

Chuck sighed. He knew exactly why his PI had called him. And it was for that reason alone why Chuck had been avoiding the phone calls on his cell phone at all cost.

"Andrew, its Chuck."

Andrew smirked on the phone. Of course his best client was calling him at nine at night. "Mr. Bass, what can I do for you?"

"Pull up a file for me."

"Who's?"

"Blair Waldorf's."

Yes, he had doubted Blair. And he knew it would kill her to know that he had been having her background searched for anything that may put him in danger. But recently, he had been regretting the phone call.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him to drop the file off. Chuck, what are you hiding?"

He sighed and glanced at Blair who was looking at him. He waved and Blair waved back before giving one of the last pieces of bread to the birds. "I'm hiding nothing. I just…wanted to know about Blair."

Mark sighed. "You know, if you want to make this relationship work, you may have to trust her. I know, having you trust someone is hard, but if she's finds out you went behind her back, she'll start bitching at you."

"Is this coming from the relationship expert who hadn't been laid in three years?" Chuck growled. "And I'm surprised you haven't done the background check on Waldorf yet, either."

"I did."

"What?"

"I did the background check last weekend. She's clear." So Mark had lied to Chuck. He didn't do the background check, but there was something about this girl that made his boss seem so much more human. And Mark preferred a human-like boss. And besides, Chuck had been giving Mark a raise for nothing, so that didn't hurt.

"Ok," Chuck said, not sure how to respond. "I'll be at work tomorrow."

"You better."

Chuck was greeted with dial tone, and he held the phone to his ear for a moment longer. Mark was his assistant, and had personally made sure that the relationship he was in would work out. Those moments when Mark actually cared about him made Chuck feel special. Blair walked over to Chuck moments later and sat on his lap, allowing all thoughts of doubt to leave his mind.

"What did Mark want?" she asked, smiling at him. Chuck smiled back and tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek a second longer.

"Just to let me know that the deal worked out and that I have a couple of business meetings tomorrow that I can't avoid."

"So I have the rest of today with you?" Blair asked, with a smile. Chuck nodded and buried his face into her curls, taking in the scent of Blair. "We better go pick out our costumes then if the party is next weekend."

"What do you want to be for Halloween?" he asked his voice a little muffled.

Blair grinned. "Well, I want to be Tinker Bell."

Chuck's head shot up out of the brown curls. "No. No. No. That means I have to be-"

"Peter Pan!" Blair said excitedly, clapping her hands together for more effect.

He groaned. "Blair, honey, I get how you're excited. But I'd have to wear tights. And I just cannot risk my masculine appearance for tights."

She pouted. "Then what do you want to be?"

"I'll be Chuck Bass."

"No."

He gaped at her. "Do you have something against Chuck Bass?"

"No. I want us to match, and I want to be Tinker Bell. Or Belle."

Grinning, he kissed her quickly. "Well, then, you can be Belle and I'll be your handsome prince."

Blair thought about it for a moment. "Maybe."

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Now, can we please go make hot crazy sex in the back of my limo?

Laughing, Blair faked a glare. "I thought you wanted it to be romantic when we first made love."

"I did. But you're making it hard for me to resist."

Thinking about it for a minute, she responded with a "No."

"Why?"

"Because now you have it in my mind that when we make love, it'll be romantic…and I need to go to my dorm and do homework."

Chuck sighed and allowed Blair to get off of his lap. "Alright. We'll drop you off." His arm snaked around her waist and she shoved him away.

"No, because then your going to get your way and then I won't get home till midnight. How about I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Fine, have fun." He kissed her lips quickly before heading in the opposite direction. Blair watched him depart and sighed. She didn't have homework, she just needed to head to headquarters and pick up her pay check. After all, she still was an undercover agent.

R&R people! Seeing reviews make my day…so don't disappoint! And I'm thinking about writing another story. CHAIR of course, but either a historical fic or season 3 fic. What would you like?