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"Any sex scenes?" Chuck questioned.
"What?" Blair asked slightly flustered. Her pale cheeks quickly turned crimson.
They were sitting on the floor of her room, very close together, and facing each other as they both worked separately on their project. Their knees were slightly touching and ever now and then their hands would brush each other as they reached for a new slice of paper.
"In Emma. I'm curious. Are there any sex scenes? You said it had romance, and I'm considering reading it, you know for the project only." Chuck clarified.
"I'm not done yet, but I don't think so," Blair finally answered.
"Pity. I prefer reading those, or should I say watching them…"
"Oh my god. You're heinous," Blair screeched.
"Come on, Waldorf, You've never watched any x-rated cinema?"
"No. I'm not a pig, like you are apparently."
"I have to object. They are actually quite good," Chuck drawled.
"I can not believe we are discussing this."
"Waldorf, don't be such a prude."
"I am not a prude! Can we just do our project?" Blair asked, the anger within her rising.
Chuck agreed, for her sake.
"Waldorf?" Chuck asked a little later.
"Yes, Bass."
"Why do you care so much about school?"
"The better question here is why don't you care about school?"
"Oh come on Blair, get off your high horse. Its not like class even matters. School is just a blip in the radar of life."
"Chuck, seriously? School is way more important than that. You have to do well in high school to get accepted to a decent college, and then from there, there is millions of possibilities."
"College, huh? Where do you want to go Waldorf?"
"Yale, of course."
"Oh yes, my dear father went there," Chuck muttered bitterly.
"Chuck, that's perfect! Children of alumni are legacy there. My father went there too. We would both be practically shoe-ins," Blair cheered hoping to brighten up Chuck after noticing the sour look that appeared on his face.
"I rather not. No offense to you, Waldorf, but I rather not frequent any institution my father spent a great deal of time at."
"Oh. Bad relationship with your father?"
"You could say that."
"Same here with my mother."
The room fell silent for a moment. Neither one wanted to divulge some of their innermost secrets that the conversation was steering towards.
Blair finally sighed and blurted out, "My mother thinks I'm fat." She immediately regretted the words when they came out, but too late.
He got up from the bed slowly and walked over to her.
"Waldorf, you are definitely not fat. You are too beautiful for such an inaccurate comment."
Blair smiled and looked up at him. She tentatively reached out to touch his forearm, to show her appreciation for his kind words. Her hand remained there as he confessed next.
"My father blames me," Chuck spoke slowly, "For the death of my mother." He rarely shared this detail with people, but something in Blair's eyes told him he could trust her.
"Chuck," she gasped. She reached out her arms and hugged him tightly.
He stood limp for a second. Shock overcame him. Nobody ever hugged him. He felt strange. He would years later identify that emotion as love in its most earliest stages.
He reached out his arms and placed them on the small of her back, enveloping her small frame. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he placed his chin on top of her head, inhaling the lovely smell of her hair.
They stood there for a few moments before a knock was heard on the door and they both jumped apart, realizing what they had just done.
"About that…" Blair began.
"We can pretend it never happened," Chuck stated.
"Thanks."
The knocking continued.
"Yes?" Blair called out.
Dorota stepped in.
"Snack for you and Mr. Chuck. I go home now Miss Blair" The maid placed the tray down gently and then scurried out of the room.
Chuck grabbed a chocolate chip cookie, and cleared his throat.
"So, Waldorf, I know you want an A. Let's get back to work," Chuck smirked warmly, clearing away the awkwardness that had fallen over the room.
Later that evening, Chuck finally left. Neither one had mentioned The Incident as Blair referred to their night of passion whenever she thought about it. She had walked him to the elevator. Right before the doors closed, Chuck had actually grinned at her and she gave a small wave.
She walked down the hallway, and was halfway up the stairs to her room when she froze. What was that noise? Panic started to set in as she wondered if it was a burglar. Dorota had already left, and her mother was still off wherever. She had heard terrible stories of Upper East Side men and women being tragically murdered for jewelry, and other valuables in their homes. She ran to the coat closet below the stairs and grabbed an oversize umbrella. She held her breath to listen better. It sure sounded like footsteps.
She skulked down the hallway looking back every now and then out of fear. She heard it for sure now. Those were footsteps and they were coming closer by the second. Soon the mysterious person would turn the corner and come face to face with a terrified Blair Waldorf.
She counted in her head. One, two, three. "AHH!" she yelled as she raised the umbrella and hit the intruder hardly on the head. He fell back to the ground with a yelp.
"Waldorf? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Chuck? Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. I thought…I thought you were a robber!"
"I came back to get my coat. I accidently left it in your bedroom." Chuck rubbed his forehead and winced.
Blair knelt down to him. She touched his forehead gently.
"I am so, so sorry. That looks painful," she grabbed his hand, "Here, come with me. I'll give you some ice for that."
Five minutes later, Chuck was sitting on one of the large, leather armchairs in the Waldorf living room. Blair was sitting on the armrest, assisting Chuck in holding up the pack of frozen peas to his forehead.
"You know, Waldorf, if college doesn't work out, I suggest a career in law enforcement, you've got a lot of hidden body strength."
"Chuck," she sighed, "I already told you, I'm sorry."
" Are you sure you weren't trying to murder me?"
"Chuck, stop it. I didn't know it was you!"
"Relax, Waldorf, I'm only kidding."
She reached out her free hand and rubbed his forehead soothingly. "Does it still hurt?"
"Slightly," he grimaced.
"I wish I could do something to make it better," Blair said with a guilty look across her face.
"Well we could have a repeat of the other night," he suggested slyly.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Blair laughed dryly, "If you think that will ever, ever, happen again then I must have hit you a lot harder on the head than I thought."
"We'll see about that," Chuck mused.
A comfortable silence crept into the room. Blair and Chuck both lost in thought, about the other.
"I'm sorry Chuck," Blair whispered. She bent over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
He looked up at her and their eyes met. Something powerful overcame them as they both slowly leaned forehead. Their eyes fluttered down every so often to glance at the other's lips.
They were so close together, she could feel his warm breath tickle her face and he could smell her sweet perfume. But, they hesitated for a split second, before simultaneously reaching the other's lips. It was slow at first, until he coaxed her mouth into opening. Then it quickly became heated.
He placed his strong hands on her waist as she toyed with his hair. He pulled her down, and she easily slipped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they broke apart. Their foreheads remained touching, as their breathing slowed.
"Waldorf, you are by far an even better kisser when you're sober," he smirked as he braced himself for her wrath.
"Hmm," she said absentmindedly, still lost in the recent kiss.
"You're not going to yell at me?"
"For what?" she replied in a distracted tone.
"I don't know. What happened to that's never happening again?"
"Don't ruin it," she said, "Besides, I was only talking about the sex."
Chuck lost his breath for a minute. That was just enough for the realistic side of Blair's brain to set in. She abruptly stood up off of Chuck's lap, and picked up the package of peas that had fallen to the floor.
"Here, you might want to ice it again during your ride home."
Chuck took that as his cue to leave before Blair did actually yell at him.
The next morning, Dorota walked into Blair's room while she was getting ready for school. "Miss Blair, a package, from Mr. Chuck!"
Blair took the package, and carefully opened it after Dorota left the room.
"OH MY GOD. He has got to be kidding," she said quietly to herself.
Inside the box was a collection of "x-rated cinema" like he had mentioned the day before. With them was a note.
Waldorf,
Just wanted to broaden your horizons after our little conversation yesterday. Watch for your own viewing pleasure.
Chuck.
Blair blushed at his comment and innuendo. She quickly shoved the box under a large pile of shoeboxes in her closet.
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