Chapter 5

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.

It's Saturday evening, and Chuck Bass is bored out of his mind. Normally he would be at Victrola right now, enjoying the lovely views offered to him, while emptying a bottle of their finest Scotch available. Instead he's at home tonight, hiding in a darkish corner of the penthouse's living room with a drink in hand. His mind wonders back to this morning. The day actually started out pretty eventful: he had an emergency meeting with the city's security department this morning. So before attending that, he somehow decided to make a quick stop at the office first. What he found there sort of made his day: a large brown envelope with his name written across it in a nice cursive handwriting. He opened the envelope eagerly and grinned widely once he discovered what was inside: drawings of men suits, accompanied by a little handwritten note:

I would really appreciate your honest thoughts on these sketches.
Without distractions this time…
See you tonight?
- B.

Ps: Do I have to remind you they are top secret?

His ringing phone disturbs his wondering mind which had now gone back to their very recent nightly encounter. The thought of her sitting on top of him is still more arousing than it should have been; he needs to dance around a bit to hide the obvious evidence.

#Blast_13041959#
Hello UESers!
I've heard that the traditional kick-off party at the Van der Basses is themed this year. It's all striped in red, white and blue tonight, apart from the black tie dress code of course. A little bird whispered that one particular guest has set his mind on stealing the French maiden's virtue. That is, if she has any left to give…
Bisous Bisous,
Gossip Girl

Chuck smirks and puts his phone in his jacket pocket, after reading the blast on his phone. He swirls his Scotch around the edge of the glass, while searching the room filled with strangers, acquaintances, friends and family for one particular person. The sole reason he's standing in this particular room tonight. (Aside from the fact that his father obliged him to attend the party, so they could appear as one big happy family). It is the annual kick-off party hosted by the family Van der Woodsen-Bass after all. Every September Lily hosts the first important black tie event of the season. That's why everybody who is somebody, is standing in their living room at the moment. Chuck gently pulls at his bowtie, allowing himself to breath more properly. He adjust it so it looks nice and straight. He downs a big gulp of the amber liquid he's holding, pouting his lips when he feels it burning his way down his throat. Serena takes a glass of champagne from a tray, whiles walking over to Chuck.

"Sis." He greets her with a nod.

"Why does that sound so dirty coming from you?" she wonders after downing half the content of her glass in one gulp.

"Simply your imagination." he muses at her: "You want me, you just don't know it yet."

"Euw, Chuck. Behave yourself please." She laughs with a tipsy giggle.

"Where there's smoke, there's fire… And reputations never lie…"

"You'll never know when you'll get lucky." She holds her glass up to him.

"Is that an invitation?" He smirks.

"Never will I invite you to my bed. Remember that." Serena speaks harshly, jabbing her finger on his chest.

Waiters are floating around the room, serving people a 1971's vintage Dom and the finest appetizers. Chuck downs the content of his glass with one large gulp, pouting his lips afterwards. He signals a waiter to stop and refill his empty glass. The waiter eyes Serena, wondering if she wants a refill. She declines friendly. Waiter after waiter stops in front of them offering them oysters, caviar, lobster and many more classy appetizers. Both Serena and Chuck decline time after time.

"Did your invitation have mandatory written all over it too?" she ask, while eyeing her mother over her half empty Chrystal glass.

"Yes. It did." Chuck nods.

"I'm surprised you even bothered." Serena reasons out loud: "You have the tendency to crash those your father forbids you to come to."

Chuck doesn't reply; he has already lost interest in their conversation. His eyes have finally met with a maroon colored pair across the room. The one's he has been waiting to see all night (and day for that matter). Her lips are once again painted a deep red. It seems so be her signature style, he has observed over the last couple of days. Those ruby lips, it is the only sign that she is keeping the vixen version of herself locked underneath that innocent and cold facade. That innocent looking white and laced dress is a perfect fit, not only for her body and around her curves, but for her little show too. She is far from innocent. And he knows it. If he knows it, Bart must know it too. There is nothing he doesn't know about anyone. Once Chuck even found a list of all the girls he ever shared a bed with, both paid for and voluntarily. It was a few weeks after he moved out of the family penthouse and into his own at the Empire. The list was very accurate, even the names of the 2 call girls he shared his bed with less than 12 hours ago were on that list. If his father knew all of that so quickly and accurately, that he must be aware of the fact that Blair isn't the saint she pretending to be.

"Unless…" Serena's voice enters his mind again. Her tone gets his attention: "There is something in it for you."

"Of course, that is it isn't it?" She squeals. "So the main questions remains: 'what' or better 'who'…"

She follow his line of sight. He delivered her the answer to her question on a silver platter. She gasps realizing who it is: "Chuck, no… You can't."

"I can't what?" He wonders smugly, keeping his eyes locked with a certain brunette across the room. He raises his glass of champagne at her. She answers his gesture with a nod and a small smile.

Serena turns him around to face her: "Chuck I'm serious. You have to get her out of your mind. You are going to blow it and this whole thing is going to blow up in your face afterwards. Why do you always go after the things you can't have?"

"That's what makes it exciting, sis."

"She is my friend, Chuck! And not to mention she's in business with your father. So leave her alone."

"Once I'm finished with her, yes. Then I'll leave her alone." He eyes Blair from head to toe. The back of her dress is see-through. The sight of her bare back, slightly covered by a laced pattern is arousing.

"She has a genius business mind, but otherwise she's even crazier than Georgina." Serena tries to scare him off.

"Have you forgotten that I also fucked that wicked witch. And boy, was that a night to remember." Chuck smirks at the thought: "I know about the whole car-destroying-thing, Serena. It won't help to scare me off." He gestures a waiter to refill his glass once more. He sees Blair eyeing him over her shoulder. "It only draws me in more."

"You are crazy!" Serena shrieks.

"Perhaps. So is she. Guess what sis, we're a perfect match."

"You're impossible." She huffs: "But don't expect me to help you afterwards." With that drama, she makes her exit. Serena removes herself as far way from Chuck as possible. She will not be associated with that bomb when it drops. She runs into a slightly drunk Nate at the open bar.

Chuck stays in his spot for the remainder of the evening. He eyes the rest of the crowd while they make a social dance around the room, with his father and Blair in the lead. They are telling anyone who will listen about their collaboration. Chuck is so mesmerized by her, he can't keep his eyes off her. Blair keeps nonchalantly eyeing him over her own or his fathers shoulder, while touching her bare shoulders, throat and neck with her graceful fingers.

Serena throws him mad glares from across the room, every chance she gets, and seems to keep up that act for the remainder of the evening. However at the moment, it sure looks like she is otherwise occupied: it seems that his best friend Nathaniel finally decided to make his move on her and with success. Serena is giggling throughout their entire conversation, brushing her hair slightly, gently touching his hand, arm or chest whenever she gets the chance. He notices he's not the only one who's eyeing the two from across the room: Blair stand a few feet away, empty glass in hand. Her finger traces the edge of the glass mindlessly, while she eyes the sexual chemistry between them. Chuck refills his glass with their finest Scotch before pushing himself away from the wall he was leaning against and slowly approaches Blair from behind.

"Hello, Chuck." Chuck is over a feet away when Blair looks over her shoulder and greets him.
He returns her greeting with a devilish smirk. And continues to walk closer until he's standing directly behind her. His front in contact with her back. They stand there silently, watching Serena and Nate across the room while they continue their playful banter. Chuck hands her his drink. She thanks him with a small smile before taking the glass out of his hand. They fingers brush against one another. Chuck looks away from the crowd and down at the small brunette in front of him. She is gorgeous. Blair places the glass at her full ruby lips and takes a sip of the amber colored liquid. He hears her sigh afterwards. It shocks him how much they are alike. She's the first woman he knows that enjoys a good scotch as much as himself. And probably prefers it over some vintage Dom Pérignon or some fruity little drink.

"Who is Serena talking to?" She wonders all of a sudden.

"That's Nathaniel Archibald." Chuck informs her: "A high school friend and my best friend since kindergarten."

"Really?" She wonders.

"Nathaniel was the king of the high school. Captain of the Lacrosse team" Chuck answers with an underlying joking tone in his voice.

"And here I am thinking that was you." Blair teases.

"I was the bad boy. I'm still wondering why." He finishes his joke with a small chuckle. It's the first time she hears that noise leave his lips and it makes her smile. Once Chuck notices her smile he continues seriously: "He dated every Serena-look-a-like through high school but never had the guts to ask my step-sister out. Business-wise he runs a gossip site called the 'NY Spectator'."

"What's he like?" Blair asks interested.

Chuck feels something strange in the pit of his stomach. He never felt this before, but he hates it that's for sure. She's into Nate now?

"Nate is a goody-toe-shoe." Chuck replies suddenly very harsh. He moves a bit backwards. Their bodies are no longer touching. It takes her about a second to turn around and face him. She eyes him curiously. Chuck has a cold emotion on his face. "He's nothing for you, you know" Chuck whispers once their eyes meet.

Blair smiles at his response. "Is that so?" She wonders.

Chuck simply nods as an answer to her question. He takes one of her hands, the one she's holding his glass with, and brings it up towards his mouth. Her skin feels hot against his skin. It feels like she's almost burning him. He feels like downing the remainder of the glass but stays polite and takes only a small gulp. Leaving her some too. Blair looks at him with her big brown eyes, following his every move. Once he's finished and she gets her hand back she downs the remainder to the scotch in one gulp. She puts her lips on the very spot his were only seconds ago. Eyeing him as she does so. She notices how he parts his full lips once his breathing gets heavier.

"Care to explain why?" Blair asks him while eyeing the empty glass. Chuck understands the hint and walks away. He returns a moment later with whiskey in hand. He hold her hand steady, while he pours another 2 to 3 fingers in the glass. And places the glass carafe on a wall table nearby.

"Trying to get me drunk?" she eyes the generous amount of Scotch in the glass she's holding.

"I assumed we're still sharing… But now that you point it out… Perhaps…" he replies before turning back to her previous conversation: "He wouldn't survive a woman like you."

"I hate it when I pull a black widow stunt on them." Blair rolls her eyes at the thought: "On the other hand, they usually don't complain." Her fingers play mindlessly with a button off his shirt.

"But you would remain unsatisfied." He whispers huskily. Slowly killing the space between their faces.

"And of course, you are the only man capable of satisfying me." She replies with a naughty tone in her voice, biting down on her bottom lip after gliding her tongue against it.

He nods: "My reputations speaks for itself." Chuck looks her straight in the eyes. When he's about to close in on that last inch someone inside the room signals for a speech to be made. Interrupting them…
His phone buzzes seconds later.

Spotted:

Chuck Bass locking lips with France… Almost that is…
We may have finally found an answer why our beloved C has been an un-scandalous version of himself lately.
The French maiden his father and stepmother brought home after the summer holds the answers to our questions. Wait until daddy-dearest finds out what his beloved son has been up to lately…
Is there another Bass-war in the making? We hope not…

You know you love me,
xoxo,
Gossip Girl

Serena shoots him a mad glare from across the room…

AN: So here it is. Another chapter filled with Chair action… Did you catch Chuck's jealous side? Or at least the little bit he couldn't keep hidden? As always am I curious to hear your thoughts, so don't be afraid to leave them in the box below. I'll be waiting for them that's for sure… I would also like to thank my lovely beta's for working their magic and helping me straight out the little details, just for you guys! You'll hear from me again next week… ^^

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