Tiffany arrived at Chucks later that night feeling beat. She wore a diminished look on her face as she approached Chuck, who was coming down the stairs.

"I love the terrified look" he said. Tiffany saw that he was looking down at his phone and knew off the back what he was looking at. "It really shows the tenacious side you've so clearly shown,"

"Look, I don't want to talk about it. I already have Nate riding my ass about it," Tiffany said.

"Sounds unpleasant, but I could go much gently" Chuck said trying to sound affectionate.

"Stop," Tiffany brusquely finding his words tiresome and predictable. She then took a seat on Chucks stairs which left Chuck slightly pessimistic that's she would chose the stairs to sit on.

Tiffany sighed and looked at Chuck who was still standing up. "Sit down" she demanded.

"Do I have to? People walk up and down the stairs-"

"Just sit,"

"Is this some kind of chick thing?" Chuck asked

"Stop being a cry baby and sit, it's not like the dirt from the stairs is going to eat you,"

"You never know,"

Tiffany rolled her eyes and reached up, grabbed Chuck's arm, and pulled him now.

Tiffany sighed, Chuck looking at her with a look of shocked disgust. There was a pause before Chuck spoke. "Was the picture really authentic?" he asked. Tiffany nodded. "Does he normally do that?" Chuck asked

"Lately it seems it's all her ever does" Tiffany answered despairingly. "But I can't let that stop me from finishing what I set out to do. What I do to him, what we do to him will be nothing like what he's done to me" Tiffany said

"You say you're looking for something incriminating enough to get Jack out of Bass Industries, that picture could have been it," Chuck said.

Tiffany nodded. "Something like that might not have been strong enough to keep him out."

"So what more could you possibly find on him?" Chuck asked.

"Maybe nothing, but if it comes down to that we could always set him up," Tiffany said.

"Kind of like what he did to me" Chuck said. They said no more on the matter and Chuck got to his feet and helped Tiffany up. "I have a guest staying the night-"

'Say no more, I'm going to bed" Tiffany said and headed up stairs.

"Goodnight" Chuck called up to her.

"Night" she said putting a hand up and continued up the stairs.

Tiffany was strolling down the hallways of Constance Billard School, her hair straight and pulled to the right lying on her chest. As she made her way down the hallway she saw what looked like Dan from the back. He had his forehead against a locker which she assumed was his. She slowly walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"If you've come to ridicule me take a number," he said glumly.

"Dan?" she said puzzled.

Dan turned on the spot "Tiffany?"

"Hey, what's going on?" she asked.

Dan scratched the back of his head. "I forgot you came to this school" he said laughing nervously. Tiffany blinked her eyes repeatedly. "Um..." Dan appeared stubborn to answer but then caved. "Serena's friend Blair put my moment of leisure on GossipGirl. Now everybody knows and doesn't pass up the chance to remind me with their crude criticism," Dan said in one breath.

Tiffany blinked repeatedly taken in what he just said. "What are they saying?" She asked with interest in her tone.

"Well, some have been saying how my father sucked and how much I do, others laugh and point, someone even told me not to quit me day job. Even my English teacher said not to chase some fantasy that's just going to get in the way of my writing." Dan started walking forward and down the hall. Tiffany walked by his side as he continued to tell of the day he's been having.

"But what makes me laugh the most is that, I don't sing! It was a one time thing, they're acting like I'm trying to become this huge star" Dan finished with a profound sigh.

"Let them say what they want, if you ask me, you have an amazing voice and I'll support you whether you take the writing route or the singing route"

Those words made Dan scoff a laugh "Thanks, but I'm going to stick with the writing. It's what I'm supposed to do, it comes naturally and it'll keep everyone happy. Especially my dad" Dan said

"Was he mad?" Tiffany asked

"That's an understatement" Dan said

"Why? What'd he say?" Tiffany asked.

"That's just it, he didn't say anything. He wouldn't even speak to me this morning" Dan said solemnly. Tiffany frowned feeling remorsefully for the boy.

"Maybe, I could come over today to see some of your writing" Tiffany said in a proposing tone.

"My Dads usually home when we get their and I don't know if you realize this but your not exactly on his friend list," said Dan

"We could go now then?" Tiffany stated.

Dan looked at her, giving it some thought.

"True but..."

"I'm sure you don't want to go through the rest of the day being the High School Musical Foolisicle" Tiffany said.

"Ah-hah, you're funny" Dan pointed at her. Tiffany laughed.

"Why, I mean what could it hurt" Dan said they shared a smile and walked out the front doors of the school.

"Where are they going?" Serena asked coming out from behind a wall.

"Who cares," Blair said from behind her. "Why don't you just go and ask?" Blair said

"I'm just trying to put some distance between Dan and I so we can manage a friendship relationship after this family connection thing"

"You mean the incest?" Blair asked.

"Thank you Chuck 2.0" Serena barked.

Blair gasped. "Take that back"

"Find would you prefer me to call you "Blair Witch" instead?" Serena asked folding her arms.

"Anything but Chuck 2.0, it makes me feel dirtier than I already do" Blair said, Serena shook her head. "So what are you going to do?"

"We got to find some dirt on this girl"

"Why?" Blair asked "Don't you want Dan to be happy?" Blair asked

"Yes, but-"

"Let it go then" Blair said coldly and walked away.

Dan and Tiffany arrived at Dan's place...

"Awesome," Were Tiffany's first words as they entered the house, she scanned up and down the house with her eyes. Dan merely smiled at her amazed expression. She walked on, slowly examining every aspect of the house. "You have a cool house" she said running a hand across the table.

"Thanks" Dan watched Dan walked into a bedroom which she assumed was his and came back out with a thin manila folder in his hand. "C'mon" he said motioning for her to sit on the couch with him.

Tiffany stayed smiling as he placed the folder on the other side of him, opening it and handing her a piece of his writing. Her eyes went from side to side, trailing down the paper with her eyes.

"Wow, you really can write" she said in awe.

Dan smiled faintly. "Thanks" he said.

She came to the end of the last page and closed it. "Not bad, not bad at all"

"Tell that to the colleges I'm trying to get in" Dan said. Tiffany however found this all disheartening. His voice was as good as his writing, maybe even better, but he wants to stick with writing.

"What's wrong?" Dan then asked

"Um..." She trailed off looking him in the eyes, his soft brown eyes. "I guess I'm just kind of disappointed,"

"Why?" Dan asked "Is it my writing-?" Dan said Tiffany could see panic rise in him which only made her smile. She put a hand on his knee.

"Relax, let me finish" She said. Dan took a deep breath which only made her laugh more. "You're writings perfect, I'm just kind of sad because I saw your father in you last night and how great you could be, I just thought you'd want to at least try..."

"Riiight, you want me to sing." Dan said.

"I know my opinion may not matter much but I see it as me being the first person who told you that you could be great," Tiffany explained.

"Even if I wanted to Tiffany, I'd have to deal with my father, and go through what I went through 10 times worse than what happened in the last 24 hours." Dan said Tiffany nodded knowing she should let the subject drop.

She stood up and handed Dan his paper. "I should get going" Tiffany said.

Dan got up "You're not upset are you?" Dan asked

"Upset? No, I'm fine. I respect your decision, Dan and hope everything works out for you and you're...writing"

"You paused, why'd you pause?" Dan asked

"I didn't pause"

"Yes you did"

"I did not pause" Tiffany pushed. Dan took at step forward. Tiffany looked down, Dan was practically pressed up against her, and she looked back up at him.

"You paused" Dan whispered. Tiffany was in a dazed trance as she gazed into his eyes. Dan pressed his hands to her cheeks and she let him push her lips onto his, kissing him passionately. She felt his velvety lips engulf her mouth sliding his tongue down her mouth with eager desire. She grouped is tongue returning the same desire he had for her.

Things were getting heavier as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around her waist, his hands searching every inch of her body with his hands.

Dan walked blindly into the bedroom, kissing down her neck. He let her fall to the bed and turned back to the door to close and locked it with one hand and untied his tie with the other. When he turned back Tiffany was unbuttoning her shirt.

"Let me" he said breathlessly, stopping her and began to unbutton her shirt. Tiffany grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. She fell back against the mattress and Dan climbed on top of her...