Mk, short chapter, I know. Don't shoot me. I forgot my awesome plan for the chapter, so I guess there is a double date coming up in the next chapter. Go figure. Now please R&R, they make me smile when I'm down. And it would be the BEST birthday present because tomorrow is my bday. XD yes, I'm making you feel guilty, but read the chapter!

I don't own GG, and the whole Blair/Serena argument is stupid but Blair and Chuck were mature and Serena was a little kid. XD

It was weird to have someone waking up to him, Chuck pondered, that he actually thought as more then a person with boobs. And was it weird to watch the person with brown curls sleep?

Yes, he was watching Blair Waldorf sleep in his bed, the brown curls spread over the cream colored pillow. She was more adorable sleeping then being awake. Glancing at the clock, he knew that he had to wake her up for her first class, which started in about two hours. It took Blair at least a half hour to get ready and then an hour to get from his apartment to NYU. But she was so adorable!

Then the phone rang, and before Chuck could grab the phone, he heard a groan escape the ruby red lips. "Turn the phone off before I kick you in the balls."

Well, wasn't that a great way to wake up after you had sex!

Grabbing the phone before the threat was carried through; Chuck threw his robe on and wandered into the kitchen. Moments later, he heard the shower turn on, letting him know that Blair was finally getting ready. "What?"

"Omigod Chuck!" a rather panicked Serena van der Woodsen yelled, and Chuck flinched. "Do you know where Blair is? She didn't answer her phone last night after you left, and her roommate said she didn't come home and-"

"Serena!" Chuck barked, rolling his eyes. Serena stopped talking. "She's here."

An awkward pause erupted and Serena couldn't figure out what to say. Sure, she was supporting the relationship, but she also knew that Blair wasn't giving the whole truth to Chuck yet. And that pissed her off, but she didn't have a say in the relationship.

"Oh," Serena mumbled and Chuck smirked. "Well, anyways, what are you planning for Blair's birthday?" There was no comment from Chuck and he heard Serena gasp through the phone. "You didn't know her birthday was this month? Idiot!"

Chuck grumbled in response and sat down, ignoring the shower from his private bathroom go on. "Well, we've been dating for three weeks, what do you want from me?"

Serena sighed. "Her birthday is November 16, and she's turning twenty-one. Now, I was thinking of a surprise party, but I didn't know if you planned anything. And then Thanksgiving the week after, her favorite holiday, and this year her mother is going away so I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over and we could eat or her father could-"

"Serena! Calm down!" Chuck growled and Serena grumbled in response. "We could plan a party, just not on her birthday. Why not combined her birthday with Thanksgiving, because you have so graciously told me Thanksgiving is her favorite holiday."

Shocked by his brilliant thinking, Serena and Chuck made plans to get together sometime next week to shop for Blair's present and plan the party. Hanging up the phone, Chuck massaged his temples before feelings arms wrap around his neck and lips grazing his cheek.

"Morning," Blair mumbled, her robe slipping dangerously low. Chuck pulled her onto his lap and smiled at her, one hand toying with a strain of wet hair, the other toying with the belt.

"Morning sleepy head," he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "I could have helped you shower."

Blair laughed. "I think if you took a shower with me, we wouldn't get out of the apartment quick enough to get places on time." He thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Your more then just a pretty face, you smart too!" Chuck said, and Blair laughed. If only he knew that she could kick his ass in a fight too, but the whole 'I'm-in-the-secret-service' didn't really come up in a conversation till at least the tenth date or something, and they didn't even pass the second date.

Struggling out of his grip, Blair mumbled something about having to find clothes to wear for class, but was rudely interrupted when Chuck lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, the door closing with a slam.

True love indeed.

*~*~*~*

Biting her lip with concentration, Blair tried to focus on her professor, she really did. But her mind kept wandering from the Bill of Rights to Chuck and his CEO-ness. The fact that she felt feelings for her client, the fact that he felt feelings too, and that he distracted her so much that she didn't give a damn about whatever Maler was talking about this morning.

Everything was so wrong. She wasn't supposed to fall for some rich guy that was her client on most days, she was suppose to be professional and just friends, but they weren't friends. They were more then that. They were a couple-she thought anyways. Or maybe she was reading too much into this, perhaps Chuck just wanted a one night stand. Hopefully, Blair was reading too much into this and Chuck wanted a serious relationship.

Although, Chuck and serious relationship were only found in the same sentence when don't was between them.

"Miss Waldorf, is something amusing?" Professor Maler called from his desk. Blair's head shot up and looked around panicked, not sure what they were talking about.

"No Professor Maler, I just-" she rambled, before some saved her. A brown haired prince…. not her almost boyfriend, but someone by the name of Carter Baizen.

"She was just discussing with me the rights that teachers have gotten because of the Bill of Rights. Sorry for distracting you," Carter said, giving Blair a wink. Shuddering in disgust as she realized who just saved her, Blair couldn't help but wonder why it was always her that got brunettes who were man whore. Chuck was one-was being the key word, because he wasn't a man whore anymore-and Carter, the biggest man whore she had ever met.

Maler smiled at the two. "I think we found partners for the Bill of Rights project!" Groans exited the lips of the students around him as he continued to explain the project. The reason Blair Waldorf was upset was that she was partners with Carter, and from what she gathered from Nate in their conversations, Carter and Chuck weren't BFF's.

It would cause World War 3.

Across the city, Chuck was sighing in frustration. No one knew how to do their job correctly, and it was so frustrating because if there was a mistake, then it was her fault. And then his cell phone rang, and without looking at the caller id, he answered. "What?" he barked.

"Sounds like someone has the crabby pants" Blair teased, gathering her books in her arms. Chuck sighed, and ran his fingers through his gelled hair. "Anything I can do?"

"Unless you have a black belt in karate and want to beat the crap out of my employees, nothing." He joked, because he had no idea Blair had a black belt in karate and had beaten the crap out of people.

"Poor Chuck!" Blair soothed and Chuck smirked. "So I was thinking as a way to help you relax tonight, we could go to Butter, with Serena and Nate."

Silence. Blair started to get nervous. What if a double date was going to fast? That would make her feel awkward and unwanted! "I mean, we don't have to, but I thought it would be a good idea and such but if you don't want to-"

"Blair, we could go to dinner with Serena and Nate, no problem," Chuck said, shuffling papers in his hand as he passed them off to Kara. "What time?"

She sighed in relief as she hailed a taxi. "Thank god. The last thing I want is to sit awkwardly between two blonds who will be playing footsies and crap like that the whole time," she said, before covering the mouth piece and telling the taxi to drop her off at Fifth Avenue. "Try to where something nice. Butter at eight,"

"Don't I always look nice?" Chuck argued, but was greeted with a chuckle. "Bye Blair."

"Bye Chuckles." And with that, Chuck's day turned around. It seemed like everything was working in his favor as he received text messages from Blair of the outfits she was trying on while shopping-leaving him very aroused once she got to the lingerie department-and the fact that all his employee's were actually doing their job.

But come on, when you go to a double date with two blonds and your girlfriend, something is bound to go wrong right?