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Chuck woke up slowly the next morning. He felt a warm body snuggled next to his, but he kept his eyes shut. He was a little confused-usually he sent his one night stands home immediately after the deed. He decides to wake the girl up and send her packing. But first, he had to shut those damn curtains. The sun was burning his eyes. He tried to remember if he was hung-over, but he couldn't remember anything that happened last night.

He pushed off the covers and padded across the hardwood floors with his eyes practically shut and squinting from the bright morning sun. He shut the curtains tightly. That's when he realized that his bedroom had blinds not curtains, so where was he?

He turned around and had to stop himself from jumping in surprise. Blair Waldorf was sleeping in the same bed, in the same state of attire he was. He admired her nude form, and marveled at her perfect curves.

The memories of last night suddenly flooded back to him. Oh, crap. After the heat of the moment, reality has finally set in for Chuck Bass and he can almost hear Blair Waldorf yelling at him for this. He resolves that if he dresses quick enough he can miss the fury of Blair.

So he searched the room for his clothing. He found his boxers next to the nightstand, his button down flung over a chair, and so on. He had a hard time finding his pants, until he spots them under her desk. He quickly slipped them on, without noticing the cell phone in his pocket, until it falls out onto the polished wooden floor with a loud clunk.

She stirred in her sleep. He sucked in his breath. He noticed that it looks like she is reaching for him, and he smirks. She is not awake, yet.

He slipped on his shoes and actually scurries out of the room.

Blair woke up sometime later. She felt a strange coolness over her body and that's when she realizes she is not wearing anything. She got up from the bed, but winces from her massive alcohol induced headache. She too tries to remember what happened last night, but she can't. She grabbed her silk robe, wrapping it around herself tightly.

She spotted a wrapper on the ground and let out an annoyed sigh; she hates when the maids don't do their job properly.

She picked it up to examine it but quickly dropped it back to the floor with a gasp. What was a condom doing here?

She answers her own question, remembering her lack of clothing.

"OH MY GOD!"

"Miss Blair alright?" Dorota rushes into her bedroom.

"Uh. Yeah, Yes, yes, just…. make me some coffee! NOW!"

Once Dorota leaves, Blair paces the floor of her room.

"No, no, no, no, no," she whispers, "this can not be happening. I don't even know who it was. I could have an STD. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

She rubbed her hands over her eyes and massaged her forehead, as she continued to walk mindlessly. When she opened her eyes, she stopped dead in her tracks.

There, right on top of her crumpled nightgown was a certain scarf she recognizes all to well.

"Chuck?" she whispered in confusion. How can that even be possible?

She closed her eyes shut and tries to remember what happened last night, anything really, but her mind is blank. She sees her only choice in discovering the truth- asking the devil himself. But how can she seriously ask Chuck that? Especially, after what he said to her. No, she can't do that. She would rather lick the floor of the subway after the busy morning commute. She hops into the shower, and gets ready for her day.

Blair stepped out of the cab, wearing dark sunglasses. She can't remember ever having a hangover this terrible before and she's not sure how's she's going to make it through the day.

By English class she's about ready to pass out, if not slap anybody who speaks above a low tone of voice. She definitely did not want to listen to Miss Wright drone on and on about how important their projects were and how they would be worth 25% of their grade. And she definitely did not want to talk to Chuck.

"Waldorf." Crap.

She spins to turn around, wincing at the sudden movement.

"Rough night?" he smirked.

"What do you want?"

"I'm just wondering when we are meeting to work."

"Work…?"Blair asked quizzically.

"Our project? Emma? Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. It must have slipped my mind. Actually, about that, I know how much you hate homework. I can just finish the project myself. We'll get an A, don't worry."

"Blair, don't be ridiculous," and before she could even reply, he added, "I'll be over after school, how's three? I'll even throw in a free ride." He smirked and slunk away.

Chuck found Blair at the end of the day, and despite her feeble protests, he led her into his limo. She finally took off her sunglasses once she was safely tucked away from the burning sun. Chuck noticed her red, droopy eyes and tired appearance.

"You look like shit," he smirked. If only she knew concern lied behind that smirk.

"Thanks so much, Bass," she muttered sarcastically.

"Hangover?" he asked smoothly without letting on the fact that he knew everything that happened.

"Yeah. Something like that," she sighed and confessed, " I don't think I've ever been this hung over. I don't even know why."

"I assume the why is something related to alcohol," he smirked again.

"Aren't you so funny? Let's keep the talking to a minimum, okay?" she snapped. Then she winced at how loud her own voice was.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Yeah, I just need to get over this. Stat."

"I think I could be of some assistance for that, Waldorf."

"I don't need your help, Bass, " she replied haughtily.

"Oh really? Then I guess I should just do the next part of our project by myself today. Do you really think you're going to be in any good shape to work?"

Blair eyes opened wide. She hadn't thought of that. She definitely could not leave Chuck to work alone. He would mess everything up and cause more work.

"Alright, what do you suggest?"

Thirty minutes later, Blair was lying on top of her bed comforter. A cool towel was covering her forehead and eyes.

"Chuckkkkkkk, are you coming back?" she called.

At that moment, Chuck returned carrying a glass of water and some pills. "Here."

Blair lifted the towel gently onto her night table, and looked at Chuck curiously.

"Woah, woah, woah. How do I know those aren't some drug that's going to put me out while you do who knows what."

"Waldorf, relax. You have some imagination. Look, you can see the Advil stamp on them," he stated calmly as he handed her the glass of water after she swallowed the pills.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yeah, Thanks Chuck."

"My pleasure, Waldorf," he smirked.

A serious expression crossed his face, realizing now was the best time to do what he planned on.

"So, you really don't remember anything from last night?" he questioned coolly.

"Not a thing."

"You must have really hit the booze hard before you fought with Serena."

"Chuck, how did you know that?"

"Lucky guess."

"Oh. By the way, I found your scarf this morning. It's on top of my dresser."

Chuck gulped, wondering how much she had figured out.

"So how was your night Chuck? You seem a little sluggish today."

"Nothing out of the ordinary," he lied.

"Chuck, come here." He hesitantly sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.

"Closer," she whispered as he inched forward, "Closer. Okay good." And she slapped him hard across the face.

He drew back, instantly rubbing his sore face, "Waldorf! What the hell?"

Her body shook, the anger she had suppressed finally being allowed to surface.

"I know what you did. You slept with me," she hissed, "I was so drunk, I can't even remember, but I know you did. You, you, Motherchucker."

"You didn't seem to be complaining last night."

"Oh my god. You are heinous. This is serious, Chuck."

"Fine, Waldorf," he stared into her eyes, "But I won't say I regret it."

Blair's mouth fell open, just a little. "You don't regret it? " For Chuck Bass, that was a pretty rare, almost nice comment, especially after just getting slapped.

"Not one moment."

"Stop it, Chuck."

"Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me like that…"

"Like what?"

"You just, never mind. This isn't a joke. I can't believe you did this."

"Blair, I swear I didn't do anything. You came on to me. I just saved you from potentially getting mugged or raped while you were alone and drunk."

"You're lying," she spat.

"Really? How did you get home?"

She paused. She knew her friends didn't take her because they had reminded her about their fight in school today.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"So, how was I? Mind blowing I assume?" Chuck smirked.

"Do you have to ruin the moment? Besides, I already told you, I don't remember," Blair answered annoyed.

"How can you not remember me? I've been known to leave women begging for more."

"You are crude," she stated with disgust. Then she added on a more serious tone, "How do you think I feel? I can't even remember my first time."

"Wait, wait, wait. You're a virgin? No, you were a virgin?"

"I, uh, I didn't say that, Chuck."

"Yes, yes you did. What about Nate? Wasn't there rumors…"

"I made those up. We never did."

"I de-virginized Blair Waldorf," he said smugly.

"Shut up! That was my first time, it was suppose to be,"she trailed off

"It was suppose to be what?"

"It was suppose to be a fairy tale," she confessed, looking down.

"Who says we can't redo it now that your conscious?" he replied with a big smirk.

She grunted out of frustration,"No. That was. That will just never happen again. I need you to stop talking about this. I need you to, now." And then she paused, a weird look in her eyes as the memories of the previous night suddenly flooded back in short bits. She remembered the way he wiped away her tears and let her lean against him. She remembered his strong arms gripping her tightly as he brought her to her bedroom. She remembered the way she seductively pressed herself against him. She remembered how he looked at her with pure adoration as they made love.

"Waldorf, are you okay?"

"I remember," she touched his cheek. Then in a flash, her cold exterior was back and she snapped, "Can we just forget this ever happened?"

"Alright Waldorf," he leaned into her and put his mouth right next to her ear as he whispered, "but I promise, you won't want to forget it."

A/N: When I first thought about this point in the story (back when I was still writing chapter one), I originally planned for Blair to wake up and freak out at Chuck. But this idea came to me while I was writing, and I decided to take a shot with it. I know it's a little different than the expected scenerio, but in the end it gets them to the same place. So…what do you guys think?

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