AN: Hope you guys are enjoying this still. And for those who think it's Nate and Blair… they'll never last in this story...

Blair and Nate had spent the majority of whatever was left of the day in bed together. He was preoccupied with smoking, while she enjoyed one of her many reads. It was a rather strange mix; the boy cared too little, the girl cared too much. She used to detest his habit, found it vulgar in a ways, but grew accustomed to it over time. He learned to enjoy her company at times where it wasn't exactly pleasant; she forced him to watch her movies, or match clothes, and even listen to her complain about the other girls and Serena. She doesn't anymore, as he always points out the good in people, where she pin points the truths. It's times like these she recalls how little they have in common; when they really are, just two people who couldn't damn well enjoy sex, even when they try.

"Is your mother still expecting you at tonight's dinner" Blair put down her book, detesting the heroine for having a more than enticing sex life.
"I'm not sure" he watched the last of his joint burn away before stubbing it out in the ashtray by the bed. "I guess"
"you should probably start going then" she had to get ready as well, and remind her mother to not get carried away with work. The Coates Hamptons dinner was annual tradition, as the teens knew exactly when to excuse themselves to hit up the houses left empty for them to do as they pleased. Some didn't even bother attending the main party, and ditched from start to end for what's to be considered as the real main event.
"Alright" Nate forced himself out of her bed, gave her a quick kiss before helping her up as well. He was a gentleman when high, and that's probably one of the reasons she just didn't mind him in that state. He was more romantic, and before there agreement; actually eager to get into her pants.

"Nathaniel!" Eleanor was more than happy to see the half doped up blonde descend the stairs hand-in-hand with her daughter. Blair escaped a few hours ago, finding no better comfort than being in Nate's arms, too bad he didn't comply with cuddling her. However, her mother lacked the means of caring about whether or not Blair was sleeping with Nate in her bedroom. Not that she was, but come on. "I'm so glad you two are here, where's Serena?" that just added to Blair's irritation. It didn't do wonders on Nate's hand as she dug her nails into his skin.
"Ouh, Blair!" Nate pulled his hand away and studied the nail marks she'd left there. Another issue, Nate was too weak. Even in bed, he wouldn't let her bite him too hard or would occasionally flinch whenever she dragged her nails across his bare chest. Then again he just didn't apply the right pressure to anything really, his kisses as loving as they were, and caring, lacked heated animalistic passion. Too many flaws, so little patience to fix. Blair couldn't resist rolling her eyes at the thought. Typical.
"Serena isn't here mother" Blair's voice was practically venomous, but ignored.

"That's a shame" she shrugged, slightly disappointed by the small detail.

"I'm sorry?" Nate was a little lost, and slow on picking up on whether Blair was irritated at him, at her mom, or the fact Serena was brought up… it was all three.

"We need two teen models for the upcoming collection, and I thought who better than the perfect Upper East Side couple" Eleanor explained, too bad the original thought wasn't linked to the picture of Blair and Nate.

"It would be glamorous" an employee Blair recognized walked up to her and Nate, picking up where her mother left off. "Eleanor Waldorf's daughter and her boyfriend as the new faces of EW designs" He was overly excited, and began to study the two where they stood. Blair smiled at the thought. She and Nate, in a fashion shoot for her mother. What a perfect way to rekindle the romance. They would be constantly changing clothes in front of each other, and by the time they finish, Nate would be dying to touch her and make love to her, and it would actually be good!

"That's pretty cool" Nate's response was a mere portion of what Blair felt like saying. However, she remained calm and collected.

"I suppose since we have no other plans this week"

"Perfect!" the employee clapped and walked the other way in search of the best outfits for the two already.

"Mother, don't forget tonight's dinner" Blair was quick to bring it up before her mother went into work mode again.

"Of course I haven't Blair. Dorota will lay out the dress I picked for you, now go start getting ready" Eleanor dismissed her daughter and was quick to finish the last of her tasks before getting ready herself.

"I'll see you tonight beautiful" Nate smiled down at Blair and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He lingered close to her for a few seconds to take in her incredible scent before finally leaving feeling rather happy for a guy who couldn't have sex with his girlfriend.

"How did mom take it?" Eric asked as Serena returned into the room.

"About missing out on the annual… not so good, but at least I got to use the, I'm not spilling about Eric line" She laughed and took her usual seat by Eric.

"I told you it would work" he laughed. He enjoyed her company, and her stories, but couldn't help feel like she's actually using him to avoid everything and everyone.

"Alright, so back to Dan"

"I think you should call him" Eric perked up at the topic. If anything, he enjoyed promoting her to actual life experiences. Not that she needed anymore, but she was young, why not.

"Don't you think that's a bit desperate?" she questioned. Her phone rang at that instant, and she smiled knowingly. Who'd have thought that the moment Serena Van der Woodsen even considers being the first to call, he would decide to steal the chance.

"It's him, isn't it?" Eric didn't even need an answer.

"Hey Dan"

"Serena" Dan was quick to close the door to his room. "How are you?"

"I'm great thanks, I mailed my postcard" She decided to pick up the conversation through a note so typical procedure.

"That's great, hope the recipient appreciates it" Dan listened in to her childish laugh, and allowed his thoughts to drift.

"I do too" she admitted.

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…

"Dan?" That brought him back.

"Yeah hey, I was wondering… are you in Brooklyn tomorrow by any chance?" Shit, did he say that right? Why would she be in Brooklyn again? Shit he should have just asked if she was free.

"I am indeed" She perked up, smiling excitedly to Eric who watched her, all smiles.

"Great" he was honestly starting to believe he was a lucky son of a- "Wanna grab Lunch?"

"I'd love to, is 2 good for you?"

"2 is perfect. I'll text you the address"

"See you there then" she hung up first, overly excited to not ruin it by staying on the phone any longer.

Blair walked up to the large Hamptons house, following her mother and some of her more important employees. They were quickly redirected inside towards the backyard. The sun just began to set, and everything was tinted a warm shade of orange. She looked around just to catch sight of Nate wearing blue khakis and a white polo shirt. It contradicted with her more elegant pale yellow summer dress, but the event wasn't meant to be formal. Even though it never appeared at such, it was a casual get together. The teens never bothered, knowing exactly that by the end of the evening they would be far from the events class and precedence.

"There you are" Nate gave Blair a quick kiss on the lips. "Do you want me to get you anything to drink?"

"Are they serving anything strong enough to deal with my mother" Nate laughed, and shook his head at Blair's mockery of her mother, as she let out a faint giggle.

"Why does that sound familiar?" a third inputted into their conversation, and at realizing who it was, neither of the couple were laughing.

"What are you doing here Chuck?" Nate was the first to ask. Not that he cared, Chuck could go fuck himself after everything.

"I was invited Nathaniel" Chuck rolled his eyes at how Nate held grudges. It didn't suit him, Blair however; her glare would be burning holes through him as they spoke. "I mostly came to apologize"

"For what exactly" Nate was about to get violent, and Blair instinctively held him back "Fucking with my girlfriend?" in more ways than one, and Blair could sense his rage build.

"Relax Nathaniel, no need to cause a scene" Chuck reasoned, noting the fear in Blair's face about the possible outcome of the conversation.

"Fuck you" Nate almost jumped him, but felt the tug Blair gave him and turned around, securing an arm around her waist. "You're not worth it, come on Blair"

"Nate…" Blair didn't exactly know what to say.

"Don't… Can we leave yet?" He pleaded, her being the only reason he was there. She nodded weakly before allowing him to walk the other way, knowing he was going to smoke up. Another reason why Blair didn't mind him smoking up, it really did calm him. Besides, the party should be far more exciting than this, since Chuck decided to crash the elegance of it all in Blair's mind.

"Blair"

"I suggest you leave Chuck, before Nate hurts you" She began to walk the other way, following Nate to the next house over, which happened to be crawling with under aged teens, committing all kinds of illegal activity.

Chuck just stood there though, hurt that his friends still hated him. His summer was perfect, but now he knew he had to fix things. "Would you like a drink sir?" one of the waiters walking around with a tray of champagne flutes offered Chuck a drink. He smirked, ignored the waiter, and walked the other way; his head already filling up with ideas to get his way.

"Blair, have you seen Nate?" the Captain, Nate's father, asked her. She had just returned from the next house over, having lost Nate in the crowd, but hoped he came back here. She made a quick look around the place, but didn't need to answer as Nate found her again; and she was more than thankful he wasn't crashed out on the lawn next door. It was becoming a really bad scene over there.

"Hey dad" he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, before giving her a big smooch on the cheek.

"Nate, perfect. I was just speaking with my colleague Mr. Sanders, and he gave me the perfect idea to take you to see Dartmouth this week"

"Can't we go later?" Nate's complaining tone was adorable, and it made Blair smile, but she knew it wasn't exactly what his father wanted to hear; nor that Nate was anywhere near sobriety.

"Don't be ridiculous" the response was stern "You want to go to Dartmouth don't you?" did it matter?

"I want to stay with Blair" to be in a fashion show together and have amazing sex. That's the thought Blair had, and she hoped he did too.

"Blair won't mind, do you?" shit, she hated being put in this spot.

"I mind!" Nate stepped in, a little high, and too courageous. He more or less shoved his dad with his words, but in all honesty he looked like he was about to break out in laughter. His father must have picked up on this because he didn't press on.

"I'll speak to you about it tomorrow" He took a few steps before nodding knowingly to Blair to make sure his son doesn't make a complete fool of himself.

"Nate, what did you smoke?" Blair whispered harshly at the blonde, walking with him out of the party. He felt rather obliged to grab a champagne flute and drink it down on the way out the back by the other, not so occupied, neighbor's pool.

"I didn't smoke" his voice turned defensive, before he began to laugh, and dropped the glass to the floor allowing it to shatter and grab the attention of the few people around them… including Chuck

"Shit Nate" She never knew Nate to take anything, other than the occasional marijuana joint; he was controlled more or less.

"What happened?" Chuck was quick to Blair's side. Nate was too out of it to even realize Chuck was the one holding his limp body up, or the fact his body went numb.

"I don't know, help me get him home"

"Come on" He took up most of Nate's weight, making sure barely any of it was on Blair as they walked around. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed his driver. He passed the phone to Blair, who gave up on carrying a now barely conscious Nate and instructed the driver to their whereabouts. In moments they were in the back of the Bass limo.

"Stay with us Nate" she gave his cheek a few slaps.

"Not so rough Blair" he started to laugh, and under any other circumstances so would Chuck, but he sufficed with giving Blair a questioningly amused look.

"Do you have anything but alcohol in your limo?" she was stern, not giving Chuck much of a chance to even comment, let alone talk to her. She was only with him to help Nate, and that's it.

"Would water do" since when did Chuck have water in his car? Since when did Chuck drink anything BUT alcohol?

"Give me that" she grabbed the bottle of Evian and poured a bit of it onto Nate's face. That startled him, before he broke out in laughs.

"Don't you just love the sea?" He asked Blair and caressed her face lovingly, before turning over to see Chuck's face. "Chuck! You're here! Where's the Xbox!" He almost got up in search of the consol.

"We need to make him throw up… Are we there yet?" Nate fell back into the long seat at the side of the limo, his head resting on Blair's lap now, as Chuck sat on the seat facing the front.

"Just about, keep him awake" Chuck looked out the window to make a quick check, and opened the door the second the car stopped. He began to help Blair maneuver Nate out of the car and into the house.

"This isn't my house. I said Home Bass"

"This is my home, it would have taken longer to get back to yours" He argued back, and got Nate through the front door with the driver now helping Chuck support Nate by his other side. They started up the stairs and soon enough reached Chuck's bathroom.

"Support him over the toilet" Chuck did as he was told, and gave the driver an instructive look to leave. Blair knelt down on Nate's other side and held his head back before shoving her finger down his throat, attempting to make him vomit. After he had began to choke a couple of times she retracted her finger in hopes it was enough. It wasn't

"Here" Chuck took control of the situation, and soon enough Nate emptied his stomach of everything he'd ingested recently. Blair turned away in disgust, determined on avoiding the memory of Nate is such a state. She'd never want him to see her vomit, or giving in to her own weaknesses.

She was tempted to leave, but by then Nate stopped and began to breathe steadily while resting his head against the toilet.

"Thanks man" he placed a hand on Chuck's shoulder and gave him a weak smile. Chuck couldn't help but smile back.

"Let's get you to a bed" He managed to lift Nate on his own, with Nate more or less balanced enough to move him to the next room. The blonde collapsed on the bed and was quick to sleep.

"Do you want to strip him, or shall I do the honors?" Chuck laughed at the now smiling Nate on the bed. With a plastered boyish grin, and a little drool, it would be more than funny to see Blair try to strip Nate while he sported that image.

"Fuck you Bass" Blair rolled her eyes and made her way to the door. It'd take more than that to win back Blair Waldorf. It was still a good start, and Chuck smirked knowingly.

AN: 3 words…. CHUCK IS BACK! ;)