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Nate couldn't believe it was finally Wednesday. This was his favourite day of the week. It meant that half the week was over and the rest of the week was probably just going to be some relaxing time. He woke up a little tense, partly due to the fact of Chuck's untimely visit with his girlfriend. He woke up in Blair's bed. She was still asleep. He looked at her sleeping body. He couldn't help but smile. She hadn't changed much since high school. She was still beautiful and drop dead gorgeous as ever. He carefully got off the bed and headed off to Blair's bathroom. He got out a spare toothbrush from under the sink. He brushed his teeth and stepped into the shower.

When he was done, he grabbed one of the towels and tied it around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom to find Blair already awake. She was sitting up on the bed watching some infomercial on TV. She looked up when she saw Nate enter. She smiled.

"Good morning."

He smiled back."

"Good morning."

He sat down beside her on the bed and gave her a kiss on top of her head. She blushed. He looked into the brown doe eyes.

"How about I take you out for breakfast this morning?"

Blair smiled.

"That would be great. I'll go get ready."

She got off her bed and walked toward her closet. She picked out a black Bergdorf Goodman sweater, a light pink Dolce & Gabbana blouse and a pair of her favourite J Brand jeans. She walked over into her bathroom and shut the door. As she was washing and changing, she couldn't stop thinking about Chuck Bass. Why does his image have to be stuck in my mind? Why did he have to look so hot today? Why can't he just be ugly!, wait that's impossible for him. That's it, I am going to command myself to stop thinking about him. Starting now……. Crap! she thought. She angrily stepped into the shower and cleansed herself. Chuck Bass still couldn't get out of her mind.

She walked out of the bathroom twenty minutes later. Nate was still on her bed flipping through the channels. He smiled when he saw Blair standing by the foot of the bed. She smiled at him.

"Should we get going?"

He smiled and got off the bed.

"Lets."

Blair quickly grabbed her Coach handbag and they walked out of her bedroom. Their hands intertwined as they walked down the stairs. They stepped into the elevator. Nate put his arms around Blair's waist. She put hers around his neck. He smiled at her.

"You look beautiful today."

She blushed.

"Thank you. You look very handsome as well."

He smiled and kissed her. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nate let out an annoyed sigh but got out anyway. Blair giggled. The little things could bother him. Once they were outside, Nate hailed them a cab. They stepped in and he quickly told the cab driver to go to the nearest restaurant. The cab stopped a couple minutes later and Nate paid the fare. Blair and Nate walked into the chic restaurant. There weren't that many people there. Nate ordered some eggs Benedict and Blair simply ordered a fruit salad. Nate was on his second helping, but Blair was still picking at her salad. Why can't I seem to get him out my head? Why! she thought.

Nate looked at her with worried eyes. What's bothering her? he thought. He lay his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him. He spoke.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Fuck, is it that noticeable? she thought. He sighed.

"You seem distant this morning. You can tell me anything."

She looked into his eyes. They were sincere. She smiled at him.

"Nothing's bothering me. Trust me. Um, could I be excused for a moment?"

"Uh, sure."

She smiled at him before getting up from the table. She grabbed her handbag and walked toward the bathroom. She walked into the elegantly decorated washroom. She walked over to the sink and placed her purse on the counter. She took out her lip-gloss and applied it to her already glossy lips. Chuck still hadn't gotten out of her mind. She knew what she needed to do. She put her lip-gloss back in her purse and took out her cell phone. She found Chuck's name and started to write a message.

Bass, I think I need to see you again. Maybe today? Please reply! -B

She clicked send and put the phone back in her purse. It wasn't cheating, right?

Meanwhile, Chuck was lying on his bed. His phone was on the side table next to him. He had turned it off a before he went to sleep last night, he didn't want to see what Gossip Girl had to write about his visit at the Waldorf residence. He sighed and got off his bed.

Blair didn't want him. She obviously didn't want him. She wanted Nate. Nate the fucking great. Chuck looked out his window. The Upper East Side looked so calm in the morning, before the bitches and backstabbers came out. He looked over at his clock. It was nine fifteen. What the hell am I doing up so early? he thought. He stepped into his bathroom and took a quick shower.

He needed someone to talk to, but who? Half the people he would normally speak to he couldn't talk to them anymore. Eric? Well Eric was his step-brother. Who said he couldn't talk to him? Chuck checked his appearance once more before walking out of his suite. He climbed into the elevator and took it to the top floor.

He walked out of the elevator. He knocked on the penthouse door. The door didn't open. He lets out an annoyed sigh and knocks once more. No one keeps Chuck Bass waiting, he thought. The door slowly opened. There stood a three foot tall, red haired six year old. Chuck looked at him with confusion. Evan did the same with Chuck. Chuck cleared his throat.

"Um good morning."

Evan stepped out of the way and let him in. Chuck closed the door behind him. Evan ran toward the kitchen. Chuck sauntered behind him. He found Sharon sitting at the kitchen table. Evan sat down beside her. She looked up at Chuck.

"Hello, Chuck."

He gave her a brief smile.

"Hey."

She took a bite of her toast.

"Eric should be out in a bit. Want some breakfast?"

"Um no thanks. I'll just wait for Eric in the living room."

Chuck walked out of the kitchen. It was too uncomfortable with Sharon and Evan in the penthouse. Just too strange. Isn't she married? Why the hell is she here? Are Eric and her friends with benefits? But if they were, why would she bring her son? What kind of sick mother is she? he thought. He made himself comfortable on the suede couch. He propped one leg on top of his knee and waited for his step brother. He looked over at the side table. There was a picture taken during senior year. It was of the whole Van der Woodsen-Bass family. It cracked Chuck up every time. What Bart will do to make it look like we're a normal family he thought. He heard footsteps approach him. He looked up. Eric was standing right in front of him.

"Good morning Chuck. What brings you by so early?"

He sat down beside Chuck on the couch. Chuck smirked.

"Well why don't you tell me why Sharon and her little son are here? I hope you didn't forget that she's married."

Eric sighed.

"She and her husband got into a fight last night. She didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Eric Van der Woodsen to the rescue."

"Something like that. Let's just say that someone could have sparked the fight between Sharon and Chris."

Chuck's eyes went wide.

"Don't tell me you did what I think you did."

Eric looked him in the eyes.

"Yes, I am the reason for their fight, but I can't say I regret it. If I hadn't gone over to her house then me and her would both be living in a world where we wouldn't be happy. So you see, I did nothing wrong."

Chuck chuckled. Anything to get out of taking the blame he thought. He looked at his step brother.

"Look, whatever your doing with her, I don't care. That's not what I came up here for."

"Then why did you come?"

"Blair."

Eric sighed.

"I thought you talked to her last night."

"Yeah, hey wait! How do you know that I talked to her last night?"

"Gossip Girl messaged everyone."

I should really check my messages before I go to sleep. So I know why the hell everyone knows what's going on in my private life, he thought. Eric looked at Chuck.

"So, what did you two talk about?"

"I practically talked the whole time and I sounded whipped. I was confessing all these feelings for her and she just said that she loved Nate. She must think I am a total idiot."

"I think that's a pretty brave thing to do."

"Yes, but it's also a coward thing to do."

"Brave and coward? That's impossible."

"Yes, that's why what I did was cowardly."

Eric sighed. There was no reason arguing with Chuck. Once he had an opinion, he wouldn't change it. Eric looked at Chuck.

"Maybe you just need some time to relax. After your done that, you should try to move on. Hey, there will be lots of girls at the wedding on Sunday. Lots of single girls. All your problems will be gone in a flash."

"Blair will be at the wedding."

"Yes, but so will lots of single girls. Picture it, you and a five foot eight, slender blonde vixen."

"But I want a petite brunette with doe eyes."

Why doesn't he just get over her! thought Eric. He patted Chuck on the back.

"Like I said, you just need to relax."

Chuck got up from the couch.

"I think you're right."

Eric smiled.

"I know I am."

Chuck walked to the door. He knew Eric wasn't right, though. Eric would never be right with this. Relaxing wouldn't let him forget about Blair Waldorf. Nothing would.

Meanwhile, Jenny stood in front of Vanessa's apartment. She had slept on the couch the night before and had snuck out of the loft so Dan and Serena wouldn't see her. She had cried for half the night, but had made sure no one had heard her. She sighed and knocked on Vanessa's door. Please be home! she thought. Fortunately, the door opened and there stood Vanessa. She smiled.

"Hey Jenny."

Jenny sent her a small smile back.

"Hey Vanessa. Could I come in?"

"Sure."

Jenny stepped into the apartment. Vanessa led her to the living room. Jenny plopped down on the couch. Vanessa sat down beside her. She looked at her.

"What's bothering you?"

Jenny looked at her.

"How do you know something's bothering me?"

"Because I've known you since you were five. Your like my sister, now tell me what's bothering you."

Jenny took a deep breath.

"You know how everyone found out about Serena's pregnancy through Gossip Girl?"

"Yes. I can't believe somebody would do something that cruel."

Jenny gulped.

"Yeah. You see the thing is that I accidentally told one of my friends about it and then one thing led to another and before I knew it everyone was talking about it. I feel so bad and then Dan found out. He kicked me out of the wedding party, but I know I deserve it. I just wish I could do something to make up for it."

Vanessa stared at Jenny in shock. Jenny did that? Why on earth would she do that? Does she hate Serena? Why the hell would she do that? she thought. She looked at Jenny.

"You're the reason everyone knows about Serena's pregnancy."

Jenny looked down at the ground and nodded her head.

"Yes."

"And Dan kicked you out of the wedding party?"

"Yes. Can you believe that?"

"Actually I can. How could you do this, Jenny? Why would you do it? I thought you and Serena got along fine."

Jenny looked up at her.

"We do. I told you I didn't realize what I had done until it was too late. Why won't you listen?"

"Jenny, I think what you did was pretty low. Your turning into a bitch."

"No I am not, I am just friends with one. I never want to talk to you again, bitch!"

She got up and grabbed her coat and bag. She stormed out of the apartment. Vanessa sat down back on her couch. The only bitch here is you, Jenny, she thought.

Meanwhile, Serena walked into the loft kitchen. She was wearing one of Dan's shirts. Dan was busy making them some pancakes. She smiled and walked over to where he was standing over the stove. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He smiled at her.

"Awe, is that all I get?"

Serena giggled.

"Well you'll get more, after your done making breakfast."

"Can you help?"

"Unless you want burnt pancakes, I think it's best to leave me out of it."

Dan smiled.

"I'd have to agree with you there."

They shared a laugh. Serena perched herself on the counter. She watched Dan cook.

"So how did it go with Jenny last night?"

"It was just as I expected it would be. She whined and pleaded, but in the end she got what she deserved."

"I still feel bad."

"Why? She's the one who told everyone."

"I know, I guess I just don't like being mad at anyone."

"Don't worry, she got what she deserved."

"What did you do to her anyway?"

"I told her she's not on the wedding party anymore."

Serena's eyes went wide.

"How did she take it?"

"She tried to apologize seventy five times, but she's not on the wedding party."

Serena nodded her head.

"Surprisingly, I don't feel bad about that."

Dan looked at her.

"Me neither."

Serena giggled.

"Seems Blair's rubbing off on us."

"Great, just what the world needs, more Waldorfs."

They shared a laugh.

In the meantime, Chuck had turned his phone back on. He was surprised to find a text from Blair. He opened it.

Bass, I think I need to see you again. Maybe today? Please reply! -B

He checked the time it had been sent. This morning? Will she even care if I reply? Well I need to see her too. he thought. He messaged back.

I need to see you too. How about a the Palace?

She messaged a few minutes later.

Sounds great. Your suite? -B

Sure

See you in an hour, Bass. -B

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

He closed his phone. He smirked. He was going to see Blair again and no body could take that joy from him.