"Blair! That one is fine!"

"No, Chuck, it has a dent on the side! It has to be perfect!"

"You're perfect. Doesn't that count for something?"

Blair sighed and turned around. "We have to pick out the best pumpkin for me to make pumpkin pie. Serena cannot cook to save her life, and there has to be something edible to eat at the party."

Chuck smirked, his eyes wandering up Blair's orange dress, orange headband, and then landed back on her eyes. "I know what I want for desert."

"You're a pig and I hate you."

"Ouch, Waldorf. If I didn't know any better, I would think you meant that."

She didn't hate him, and they knew that. But it was moments like this that really made her question her commitment to him. "I need the perfect pumpkin. Dorota is coming over to your penthouse tomorrow morning to help me prepare my costume and make the perfect pumpkin pie."

"So you made me cancel all my meetings for the second half of the day to come all the way to Connecticut and pick out a pumpkin. Blair, that alone makes you sound crazy." Chuck said, passing another row of what seemed like identical pumpkins. "How about this one?"

Blair looked at it and picked it up, debating if it was perfectly round. "Maybe. Hold it; we'll compare it to other ones at the end."

Chuck groaned and glanced in his arms. There had to be at least three other pumpkins in his arms. He wasn't strong like Nathanial, yet this physical labor was enough to make him as buff as Nathanial in no time.

The only reason he had agreed to any of this was because Blair had called in a panic moment Thursday night and ordered Chuck to take part of tomorrow off. Chuck thought of everything that could be wrong with her, exaggerating certain parts, but when he met her outside of her dorm, she explained they had to go pumpkin picking in Connecticut. Chuck had been furious with her, and made it known for the parts of the ride when she wasn't kissing him or snuggling with him…or being Blair.

Whatever they had together was different then what Chuck had ever experienced. And in a weird way, it soothed him. It made Chuck realize what his father had gone through when Missy Bass died. But in another way, it scared the shit out of Chuck. He had never once known what it was like to be loved, and now that he had, he didn't know what would happen if this relationship ended and where it would leave him, emotionally wise. After all, he had thought about killing himself multiple times when Bart had died. Blair may become the death of him.

"Chuck! Look! A hay ride!" Blair said excitedly. Chuck groaned and looked at the itchy hay that was on top of a rickety wagon.

"Waldorf, pick out a pumpkin!" Chuck growled and Blair glared at him before pointing to the first pumpkin they had seen when walking into the farm.

"That one. Now, let's go for a hay ride!"

Glaring at the pumpkin on the ground, he dropped the three other pumpkins, picked up the 'perfect' one and followed the hyper Blair over to the wagon. Before he had even arrived to the wagon, Blair was sitting on the hay and grinning like a five year old.

The stupidest things made her happy, Chuck pondered, walking over to the wagon. Maybe it was the thought that counted…oh shit.

The wooden wagon was moving. The tractor was moving the wagon. Oh shit. He looked at the pumpkin and then at Blair, who was laughing, he held the pumpkin tightly and sprinted after the wagon.

Blair Waldorf was going to be the death of him.

-*-

"Serena! You said you disinvited Whore-gina!" Blair grumbled her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at the brunette who entered the party.

Serena looked at the brunette who was walking in and sighed. She thought she had, but obviously Georgina Sparks did not listen to directions. And obviously Georgina Sparks did not know that Chuck Bass was dating a very jealous brunette.

At least Chuck looked awkward though, as Georgina flirted with him. Nate wasn't helping, though, as he tried not to laugh at how awkward the situation was. Chuck's eyes scanned over the crowd and fell on Blair. He smirked to himself. Blair looked a little green with jealousy.

Excusing himself from the whore, he made his way over to a very jealous brunette and a very confused blond. "Waldorf, green isn't a very pretty color on you."

Fixing her crown promptly, Blair glared at Chuck. "I am not jealous!" she said, tugging Chuck's bow tightly, allowing him to choke for air for a second. "There is nothing to be jealous of that Georgina has."

Smirking, Chuck leaned close to her. Nate and Serena passed a look between the two of them. This was not going to end well. "Really, Blair? So if I 'talked' with Georgina, you wouldn't mind?"

You could practically hear the quotations around the word 'talk'. Blair bit back a scream. "Not at all."

With that, Chuck made his way back to Georgina, and the two started to engage in a conversation. Serena and Nate had the smarts to walk over to the refreshment table, knowing that Blair may combust into flames any second.

"That girl is such a whore. What does he see in her?" Blair asked, turning to a very awkward waiter that had seen the whole ordeal.

"Miss, I don't think-" he began, but was cut off.

"Sure, she'd have sex with him for free and her costume has such a low cut that those astronauts in space could probably have a good view of whatever boobs she has!" Blair continued. "I'm sexy and I'm a lady! Hell, I'm probably better in bed then she is! I am a lady, and ladies shouldn't be messed with!"

The waiter continued to feel extremely awkward and vowed never to mention this conversation to anyone. After all, who would believe him if he told anyone that Blair Waldorf was jealous of a whore?

"So what are you for Halloween, Georgie?" Chuck asked, moving closer to her because he knew that Blair was watching.

"Chucky, I'm a nurse, wanting to help any patients in need!" Georgina said, grinning at him, her hands resting on the top of his pants. "And it seems like my prince needs help with something."

It was true, Chuck was craving sex, but Georgina wasn't turning him on. She hadn't in some time. "Not today."

Georgina frowned and walked away, leaving Chuck to glance around for his brunette. Where had Blair gone? If he had known, perhaps he would have been able to stop what was about to happen. But Blair had snuck off to the refreshment table, the exact same place where Georgina was heading. And Georgina knew that Blair was dating Chuck. Great.

"Waldorf."

"Whore-gina."

Georgina smirked at the familiar nickname. Just like old times. "My resource's say that you're dating Chuck Bass."

Yeah bitch, I am. What's it to you? "Yes, I am." Blair said, biting back what her mind was really screaming at her.

"You know it's only a matter of time before he caves and cheats on you," Georgina said, smiling like this was the best conversation ever. "He actually told me to meet him upstairs later."

Blair felt tears prickling her eyes. Did he really? Letting a little 'oh' escape her lips, Blair dismissed herself to the bathroom, where she promptly sat down on the toilet and stuck cried. Georgina had other plans, though.

C-

meet me upstairs in the bedroom?

B-

So she had stolen Waldorf's cell phone, big freaking whoop. But Georgina needed Chuck for a certain problem.

Chuck opened his cell phone and read it, confused. Blair must be PMSing or something, because he thought she was mad at him. Whatever.

Chuckles, you should know, B never asks for a man. She demands him

-*-

Walking up the stairs, Chuck entered the bedroom, looking around for his princess. Of course, a brunette was sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but, well, nothing. The brunette sitting there, though, wasn't the one he wanted.

"Georgina?" he asked, utterly confused. Smirking, Georgina sauntered over to him and quietly closed the door before wrapping her arms around his neck.

"That's me," she cooed, dragging him over to the bed. Chuck, still completely confused on what was going on, didn't refuse. And then his eyes landed on Blair's phone placed on the bedside table.

It clicked together. Georgina stole Blair's phone and brought him up here. A pretty good plan, if he thought about it, but there was no way he was going to sacrifice his relationship with Blair for this whore.

Turning, he glared at her in disgust. "Georgie, why don't you leave me alone and fuck someone else,"

Smirking, Georgina grabbed his tie and pulled him close. "That's not how I roll, Bass" and she glued her lips to his.

And of course, because Chuck couldn't push Georgina away fast enough, the door opened and revealed a pale Waldorf. Whose face turned bright red when she saw the scene before her. "Charles Bartholomew Bass" she said, anger in each syllable.

"Blair-" he said, but couldn't finish the sentence before he felt her slap him. His cheek was stinging as he watched the brunette turn and storm out of the room. Georgina wrapped her arms around Chuck's waste before he turned to her. "Leave me alone," he spat at her before departing the room, too aware that he was going to be chasing his lovely brunette.

Blair stormed down the stairs, ignoring the curious looks from the elite below. Chuck was steps behind her and grabbed her arm. "Blair, listen to me-"

But once again, he wasn't able to finish because Georgina Sparks-already back in her costume-sauntered over to the couple and smirked at Blair. "How does it feel like, Waldorf, to know that you can't keep a man away from me?"

Serena knew the look Blair had. Oh, she was very familiar with the way Blair's eye slightly twitched and the way Blair glowered at Georgina. "Blair" Serena said, scurrying over to the three. This party was so not going the way she had planned.

"You stay the fuck away from me," Blair growled, glaring at Georgina "Away from me and Chuck."

"Because we all know he won't call me up after you leave." Georgina replied. And that was when everything fell apart.

Chuck saw it coming, but Blair ripped her arm out of his grasp. Before anyone knew it, Blair slapped Georgina across the face. And then both girls went down to the ground, scratching each other and pulling hair. Chuck just watched them in shock, before smirking to himself. Two girls were having a cat fight over him. How great was that?!

Watching the fight with amazement, Chuck smirked. Blair sure knew how to kick the shit out of someone. Yes, he should have helped, but this was way too entertaining. Serena shoved him aside and had Nate and herself pry Blair off of Georgina.

"If you touch him again, I'll kill you!" Blair yelled, trying to escape Nate's grip as she watched Georgina struggle to get out of some random waiter's grip.

"BASS! CONTROL YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Nate yelled over the yelling that was going on. Chuck grabbed Blair's waist and Blair slapped him again.

"And you touch her again, I'll kill you!" she yelled in Chuck's ear as he carried her out of the party. "And put me DOWN!"

"Do you promise not to hit me and attack Geogina?"

No comment.

"Promise?

Still no comment and Chuck tightened his grip as he carried Blair out to the limo. "Promise." She mumbled finally and Chuck placed her down on the sidewalk. Being Blair and stubborn, she turned and started to walk away from the limo.

"Waldorf!" he yelled, chasing after her. "I'll drive you home."

"I don't need your help," she said, limping. He finally got a good look at her, and sighed. Blair's dress was ripped, she had scratches on her arms, and her heel was broken.

"Please? I don't want you to get hurt." Chuck asked, pushing Blair towards the limo. Blair grumbled and sat down in the limo, ignoring Chuck.

"You don't give a damn about me." Blair growled at him.

"Don't you ever say that," Chuck said his voice low. "We both know that's not true."

Rolling her eyes, Blair glared at him. "Really? You knew about Whore-gina and yet you still made-out with her."

"She kissed me first!"

"Yeah, ok."

"It's true!"

"No. its not!"

"Yes, it is!"

And the bickered until Chuck did the only thing that he could think of-kiss her. Blair, of course, protested at first, but stopped. Holding him close, Blair kissed him back. Sure, this wasn't the most romantic setting in the world, but she wanted Chuck. And it was obvious that if you could have sex, what would be better then make-up sex?

His arms held her close, and Blair couldn't help but notice that Chuck looked at her with more admiration then Jason had looked at her all those months ago. It made her feel loved, an unconditional love that only came around once in a lifetime. And at the same moment, Blair and Chuck thought the same thing:

So this is love.

Haha, limo sex. Who could ever forget that episode? NOT ME! And the episode on Monday was horrible, I cried. But I have faith that Chuck and Blair will last forever! And I know I updated yesterday, but I'm sick today and wanted to a) post another chapter and b) a new story is in the works!

Reviews! I J'adore them.