AN: Because I'm taking a long weekend away from home, with my husband and babygirl to see some family. I decided not to keep you all waiting untill monday for me to upload the next chapter to this story. Instead i thought it would be much more appreciated by all of you, if i uploaded the next chapter a day earlier. So here it is then: enjoy!

Chapter 2

Seminary: Chuck Bass has it all: the money, the lifestyle and the women... What happens when he comes home after the summer and finds out his stepsister brought home a friend. Who appears to be a female version of himself... What happens when that particular stranger turns his Bass-world up side down... Is it possible for Chuck to have finally met his match...?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! The characters and gossip girl are property of the CW and it's creators.

Blast:

Hello Upper East Siders,
I promised to give the French maiden, that recently appeared upon my radar, a warm welcome: Did you know that she is the sole descendent of none other than the European Haute couture goddess Eleanor Waldorf? So why did the little French princess cross the ocean?

I promise, you'll be the first to know…
You know you love me...
Gossip Girl

Finalizing the last business deal of the day, Chuck is almost ready to head out in need of some professional relaxation, so he asks his lovely and new assistant, Marie, to call Arthur and have the limo brought out front. Wondering how long this one will stay, his mind drifts off to something more interesting: the mystery lady occupying the guest bedroom at home. This woman has kept his mind busy and him tossing and turning all night. Luckily, he's used to a minimum of 4 to 5 hours of sleep, so there are no baggy or red puffy eyes to give his bad night of sleep away to those around him. He gives himself a once over in the full-length mirror before heading out: dressed in full suit, he's ready to face his siblings and most likely his father at dinner. And of course their mystery guest...

He's eager to finally learn her name. It's difficult to have your PI investigate a Jane Doe; and frankly a waste of money, given that the two gossip queens of the UES are living under the same roof with him. It's only a matter of a few lines in a well-played conversation before he knows. He loosens the button of his jacket before taking a seat and having Arthur closing the car door behind him. He pours himself a finger or two of whiskey and relaxes into the slick black leather seats. He closes his eyes, as he slowly swirls the amber colored liquid around in the glass, enjoying the silence around him and anticipating the rest of this evenings activities after dinner.

Maybe he'll have a good Thai-styled massage, paid help or a night out on the town. Thinking better about it, it will most probably not be the latter tonight: he simply doesn't feel like chasing some slut around, for the larger part of the night, trying to get lucky. Perhaps, he should finally check out some of the new girls at his club, Victrola. According to Nate, his best friend since kindergarten, it's definitely worth a visit. Since he opened that burlesque club, Nate has been hooked on some of the girls. Calling him a regular is an understatement. If he wasn't his best friend he would have banned him for stalker-ish behavior. Maybe test-driving some of the new materials at display... Before having the time to decide, the limo comes to a stop in front of the building. The drive to the penthouse is a few blocks shorter than to the Empire. The door opens only seconds later and Chuck is greeted by Vanja, the doorman.

"Good evening, Mister Bass."

He throws back the remainder of his whiskey and gets out.

"Evening, Vanja." Chuck buttons his jacket before heading inside. "Please call me Chuck."

"Yes, sir. I'll try to remember that next time."

The elevator takes him up to the penthouse where turning the corner he's faced with a full house. Literally: rolls of fabric are carried around by model-looking girls. What the...

"Oh Charles... Good to finally have some manpower to help us out," Lily greets him with a wave. She's the only person addressing him by the name written down on his birth certificate and passport.

"I guess family dinner has been cancelled?"

"No, just delayed an hour."

Shit.

Lilly smiles. "On a positive note, your father will be able to make it in time now."

Crap!

Luckily for him, Lily is pulled away by a thin young blonde seconds later, unknowingly saving him from what would turn into a dull and boring conversation. He's grateful for it: it gives him the time to figure out what in the hell is going on here. This is a lot of staff for a simple family dinner and even though he knows Lily likes it big, this is too grand for her taste. Another idea is that the house is being redecorated, but that would make his father crazy, since the place has had a recent make-over during the summer. Bart would do anything to keep the woman in his bed happy, but he's no fool and always business-minded. So that's ruled out as well.

When his eyes catch the mystery brunette floating around from person to person, clearly giving out orders to each of them, he's certain that she can clear all of this up. His eyes drift down on her backside to her lovely legs and beautifully shaped calves. He would love to feel those legs of hers wrapped around his waist, while he takes her with slow, deep, powerful thrusts. Hearing her purr into his ear while begging him for more, moaning his name.

Stop torturing yourself! He goes back to examining her outfit: a rich purple colored briseux knee-length dress, laced back and hooker-high, black and shiny Louboutin heels underneath. The woman has a sense of fashion...

While he has stripped her naked with his eyes and mentally fucked her in a few different positions, she hasn't acknowledged his presence in the room so far. No wonder the karma sutra was his favorite book through his teenage years.

"Perhaps I can help you...You look quite lost..." The young petite blonde who saved him earlier, now interrupts a beautiful thought. He muffles a low annoyed groan by appearing to be scraping his troath, before addressing her.

"I seem to have lost the ability to go to my bedroom..." Chuck slurs out, eyeing the blonde's petite frame: thin enough to be a model, but not tall enough. He doesn't have entertainment planned for tonight. Perhaps she would be willing...

She looks around and indeed, the hallway to the downstairs bedrooms is completely blocked by boxes. You would actually have to climb over them or move some before you could pass.

"Perhaps you could show me the way?" Chuck wonders, stepping closer to her. Even with her high heels on, she needs to look up to keep eye-contact with him.

"Really?" she snorts. "That's your line? Who do you think I am?"

"A nice young woman with a pretty face." Chuck pouts his lips to show his annoyance.

"True." She smiles. "I am those things. But unlike the average girl you bed, I have a brain."

"You're amusing," he states." Seriously, now: I want to get to my room."

"Move a box or two then." She's about to turn on her heals and leave him standing there, but he grabs her by her arm gently. The blonde looks from his hand on her arm up to his face: "I'm Chuck Bass. I don't move boxes."

"Then find someone else who's willing to do that for you... I'm too busy."

"Whatever it is, it obviously isn't important. You wouldn't be standing here, talking to me, if it were."

"I'm the head designer for Waldorf Designs. You think I have time to move boxes for you?"

Waldorf Designs… The golden embroidered W…Could it be?

"Are you now?"

"I am. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask Blair."

"Who's Blair?"

"She's my boss: CEO of Waldorf designs."

"Is she here?"

The blonde nods. "She's standing over there. Talking to Lily…"She turns to point towards his mystery brunette. A small smile appears around his mouth. Now we are getting somewhere…

"If you know who she is at least," the little blonde adds rather arrogantly. He looks down at her, daggers in his eyes.

"Is there anything else you need to know?" She smiles a bit too sweet.

Chuck nods: "What are all these people doing here?"

"Lily was so kind to let us use the living room as an office space and atelier during office hours." She informs him, and then states: "You really don't know anything, do you?"

"I'm still catching up…" Chuck admits, annoyed. "Aren't office hours from 9 to 5?"

This time the blonde nods kindly at him; a lot less arrogant all of a sudden. She's obviously embarrassed and not happy that she is being made aware of the fact that they are running late, by an hour and a half already, and it is her responsibility.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Jenny." She reaches out her hand to him. Chuck doesn't accept. He simply nods at her.

"Is everything alright here?" Serena wonders. She has been eyeing their conversation from a few feet away for a while now.

"Everything's perfect, sis." Chuck smirks as Serena cringes at het word.

"Don't call me that..." she replies discussed. She then eyes Jenny to be sure she has the situation under control. Chuck can't be trusted…

"There is nothing to worry about, Serena. We were just getting to know each other," Jenny replies with a smile.

"Getting to know Chuck can be very dangerous," Serena mutters her response.

Their conversation is interrupted by Lily's approaching voice: "There's one more person for you to meet in this family, except my own boy who is studying in Switzerland this semester..." Chuck looks from Lily to the lovely brunette at her side and straight into her dark brown orbs. Those big doe eyes give her a sweet and innocent look.

"Blair," Lily addresses her, "meet Charles, Bart's son."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charles." He notices the little naughty twinkle in her eye: she obviously hasn't forgotten their nightly encounter. The thought makes his mind wonder what would she be wearing underneath that little dress. Hopefully not much.

He pouts his lips to suppress a smirk.

"Oh, but the pleasure is all mine, Blair," he answers with a naughty gleam in his eyes: "But please, call me Chuck..."

She confirms his request by a simple nod accompanied by a small smile.

"Blair, how is it that you ended up here in New York City, on the Upper East Side none the less…"

"I met Serena during the summer. I thought you knew…"

"Oh sweetie, don't you know..." Lily pitches in.

He doesn't even begin to answer that question. Isn't it obvious?

She pulls him aside: "It's quite the funny story..."

Paris, end of July

"Serena! Serena! Look this way!" the crowd of photographers shout at her outside 'Les Rubis de Paris'.

"Are you here to put on a show?" one of them wonders or perhaps hopes.

Serena smiles mischievously as she looks down at the man, over her shoulder. Slowly she turns her body toward him and approaches him. She leans down giving the man a clear view into her dress and of her bosom.

"If I am, it will not be for your eyes to see." She taps his cheek and turns around, making her way inside, laughing with her girlfriends.

'Les Rubis de Paris' is one of the most exclusive burlesque clubs in Paris. Every night they put on a spectacular show with back to back live performances. They have the allure of a Las Vegas styled club, but with more care and decency for their girls. The girls are carefully handpicked by the owner and have years of classic dance training. Some whisper that the owner gets the first pick out of all the students at the performing art schools. They say that the owner herself is classically trained and used to perform on the stage, back when the club had just opened.

Serena takes in the smokey club as her friend pulls her into the crowd near the stage and pushes her into one of the V.I.P. booths. A male waiter dressed in an all-black suit and white bowtie comes up to them with a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. The lights in the room go dark and a single light lights up the stage. The beat of 'Turn me on' blast through the speakers. A girl with strawberry blonde hair steps into the light, revealing her presence as the crowd goes wild. One by one every girl performing that night makes her presence known by stepping into some light on the stage, until they are all dancing a difficult choreographed routine on Steve Madden heels. Serena enjoys the show whilst her friends and she drink, giggle and flirt the night away. Her friend, Poppy, has been eye-sexing a guy a few booths away the entire night, and with success it seems. He's had his eyes more on her than the entertainment on stage.

"Serena?"

"Yes?" She turns.

"Play along will ya?"

She eyes Poppy suspiciously. Before really grasping what's about to happen, Poppy leans in, placing her pink-painted lips upon Serena's natural glossed ones. She gasps at the surprise attack, unknowingly giving Poppy access inside her mouth. Her tongue gently strokes Serena's, who gently pulls away, ending the kiss.

She washes the awkward moment away by downing her glass of champagne. It's not like she hasn't kissed girls before. She has played her fair share of 'spin the bottle' in high school, but this is different: she's feeling quite used. Used to seduce a man, a one-night stand most probably. Back in her wild days she traded sex for drugs or fame, but those days are over, and she intended to keep it that way. Her mother, and probably Bart too, would kill her if she did anything else.

Stepping out front isn't a good idea, so she searches for the nearest emergency exit that doesn't have an alarm on it. It takes her a while, but the effort was worth its while once she's outside. The alley is quite dark and scary. She jumps a little when she hears the sound of glass breaking. She slowly walks towards the sound. The person causing the noise is near a car, in between two streetlights. Once close enough to see, but not be seen she watches a woman with a Louisville slugger beating the crap out of the latest Range Rover model. The body is all beaten and scratched up. The head lights broken. Mirrors smashed off. And 4 flat tires, with holes the size of marbles in them.

"Car-trouble?" Serena wonders, the sarcasm obvious in her voice.

The girl turns around, startled. "Boy-trouble." The brunette smiles sheepishly.

"And that's his?" She points at the vehicle.

"Yes." She sighs.

"He'll be pleased to see your handwork."

"I gave it to him, so I can take it away too..." She shrugs.

"What did he do?" The words leave her mouth without realizing. "If you don't mind me asking," she adds.

"He cheated," she states with a little shrug of the shoulders.

"Then he sure as hell deserved that." Serena giggles.

"It will be a nice surprise when he tries to take the next airheaded bimbo home." She smiles at the blonde before her, extending her hand: "Blair."

She takes it. "Serena."

"So what brought you out here?"

"Oh. My friend thought it would be okay to use me as an aphrodisiac to her conquest for the night," Serena explains. "I'm not really in the mood to join her again."

Blair shakes her head disappointed. "You've come to the right place to forget about your troubles and let the night take you away. How about I buy you a drink?" She leads Serena up a fire escape, opening a door on the first floor. Blair gestures towards the open door: "It's on the house…"

"On the house?" Serena wonders, before stepping back into the club, where the music takes over the conversation.

"Yes, this little beauty is all mine…" Blair gestures to the club, giving Serena a mezzanine view of it.

AN: I'm amazed... Over 1000 people read my story every week. That makes me so happy!
I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter. For all those who were hoping on more Chair interaction, I promise you: Next chapter... Bare with me one week longer and I'll furfill those wishes on some hot one-on-one interaction between them.
But for now: don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts on Blair in this chapter... I'm really curious to find out what you all think about her... The scene in Paris was mainly inspired on the song: 'before he cheats' by Carrie Underwood. A great song by the way!
I also want to thank my Beta's Angie and Martha for all their hard work! Thanks Ladies ;)

Untill next week,
xoxo, D.