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"This better be good, Bass," Blair picked up her blackberry as she used her free hand to sift through racks of dresses. She and Serena were scouring New York City to find the perfect dress by this Saturday. Considering today was Monday, they knew they would have to work quickly.

"Hello to you too, Waldorf," he chuckled on the other end. "I wanted to know what color your dress is. I have to pick up my own attire soon."

Blair smiled to herself, pleased that Chuck was making an effort to match her. Nate certainly never did that.

"I don't know yet. I'm dress shopping right now," she replied.

"Really? Tell me, Waldorf, what are you wearing? Hopefully in a dressing room wearing nothing at all," he drawled.

"You're heinous," she said with a laugh. "I've got to get back to dress hunting. But I'll let you know what I find."

"Thanks. Should I assume we're meeting up later to work on the English project?" Chuck asked

"Of course. Oh…Eleanor is hosting a dinner party at the penthouse. We could meet at-"

"My suite? Perfect. Is seven good for you?" he rushed to say, afraid she would suggest the library again. He hated public institutions. Plus, he was hoping for a repeat of certain previous events.

"See you at seven. Bye, Bass," she said. He could hear the smile in her voice.

"See you later, Waldorf," he smiled too.

"Who was that?" Serena asked peering over a clothes rack.

"My date," Blair replied in a cool tone, secretly pleased she had the perfect opportunity to brag to Serena.

"You got a date! That's so great! Who is he?" Serena chirped happily. Blair pretended to be too busy examining a pale pink strapless dress to answer.

"Come on, B. You can tell me," Serena pleaded.

"S," Blair sighed and turned around. "I can't. It's so new… and frightening. I've never been like this before. I've never cared this much about a guy before. I'm scared as soon as I start talking about it, I'll wake up. It doesn't feel real."

"Alright, I understand. I'm happy for you, B!" Serena smiled warmly and gave Blair a hug. Serena pulled back. "But you know Blair, I'm going to find out who your mystery date is on Saturday."

"I know," Blair smiled at the thought of Saturday; it would just be her and Chuck.

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Chuck combed his hand through his hair one last time and opened the door to his suite.

"Waldorf," he smirked as he opened the door to let her in. Blair brushed past him into the foyer, but he quickly caught up to her and blocked her path.

"Bass," she whined. He remained standing in front of her. They were so close that their chests were practically touching and he could smell her sweet perfume. She placed a manicured hand on her hip and waited for him to move out of the way, but he didn't.

He inched closer slowly and she shot him a quizzical look while trying to hide her sharp intake of breath.

Suddenly, he closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips firmly against hers. He secured his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. His tongue pushed against her mouth and she instinctively let him in. She moaned into his mouth slightly as she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck.

Blair regretfully pulled away and tried to suppress the silly grin she was sure was on her face.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Waldorf," he smirked, still holding her in his arms.

"Bass! We need to get to work," she demanded as she pulled her hands away from his neck and used them to gently uncoil his arms from around her waist. "We have a lot of work to make up from yesterday."

They both smiled at the memory of yesterday's dinner and kitchen activities as they walked into the living room and spread out their books on the floor.

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"So Waldorf…I was wondering" Chuck inquired, setting aside his notes

"Hmm?" she asked as she continued to gaze at her book.

"I've never been to a school dance, or any other school function for that matter," Chuck admitted sheepishly. He cleared his throat, "I mean…what do we do there?"

"It's like a strip club," she smirked as she looked up at him.

"Seriously?" he asked. She noticed the hopeful glint in his eyes.

"No!" she chuckled. "We take pictures, eat, but mostly we dance," she replied seriously.

"Dance? I don't know if you'll be able to keep up with me, Waldorf. I've been told I'm pretty smooth on the dance floor," he teased.

"Is that so?" she said slyly. "You know… I've got moves."

"Really?" he smirked slowly. He stood up and held out his hand. "Show me." Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He held onto her hand and carefully led her over to a clear space of floor in the living room. "May I have this dance?"

"Yes," she laughed lightly. He swiftly pulled her into his arms. One hand firmly grasped hers while his other hand rested comfortably at her waist. Her free hand glided up to his shoulder. He hummed very quietly to himself as he began to lead them in a graceful dance.

"So we dance, we eat, and we take pictures," Chuck repeated. "Sounds like quite the soirée," he joked playfully.

She swatted his arm gently. "But, I'll be there," she pouted, looking up into his deep brown eyes as they continued to sway slightly. "I promise to make it worth your time."

His breath hitched in his throat at Blair's suggestive comment. He prayed Blair didn't notice his growing arousal. "Anything with you is worth it, Waldorf. Trust me."

"Purple," she said, smiling up at him after a couple of minutes of dancing.

"What?" He twirled them around elegantly.

"Purple is the color of my dress. I bought it today," she explained.

"Excellent choice," he smirked, clearly pleased at her color selection. "And I can't wait to see it on you," he added.

He maneuvered his arm to lead her away from his body at arm's length and then spun her back to him. He dipped her body dramatically and she laughed happily. He pulled her up gently and then held her firmly to his chest.

Blair rested her head on his chest. "This is nice," she murmured.

"It is," he agreed. They fell into a comfortable silence, as their bodies continued to sway in time with the other. She giggled as he dipped her again.

Their eyes met and they leaned forward to share a sweet, slow kiss. They mutually deepened the kiss. They broke apart and Blair smiled against Chuck's mouth before moving her head back to rest on his chest once again.

Chuck quickened their dance pace and they both laughed as they began to spin around the room. Chuck led their next step to the side. Neither of the pair noticed they were moving closer and closer to their open books. Blair's foot got caught on a book as she tried to step left with Chuck.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as the momentum flung her body forward. She fell towards the ground, taking Chuck with her. He fell first with a dull thump and she landed on top of him. They both forgot they were on the ground when they noticed how close they were. She could feel his chest rising and falling; he could feel her cool breath against his face.

They both leaned in slowly and their lips met. Their tongues danced like they had before. Chuck's hands roamed Blair's body and she moaned into his mouth. He flipped them over and Blair squealed. He propped himself up on his hands so he wouldn't hurt her, and peppered kisses down her neck and back up to her earlobe. He paused and pulled away slightly to look at her, much to Blair's chagrin.

"Waldorf," he said. Blair merely grumbled and nuzzled her face into his neck. "Waldorf," he repeated, but she just continued to place light kisses on his collarbone. "Is your ankle okay? It looked like you twisted it before acquainting yourself with my mouth."

"It's fine, Chuck," she replied, not wanting to move from their comfortable position pressed against one another.

"Are you sure?" he pressed, worry evident behind his brown eyes.

"Just a little sore. Nothing I can't walk off," she assured him.

"I'm not buying it, Waldorf." He pulled himself up off her and stood up. "I'm going to get you some ice." She sighed at the loss of body heat and sat up on the carpet floor.

"How's it feeling?" Chuck asked as he hurried back, ice pack in hand.

"It's not that bad," She answered, still sitting on the floor, ankle propped up on the evil textbook.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "I'll help you over to the couch." She opened her mouth to protest that she could walk on her own, but stopped herself when she looked into his eyes and saw how worried he was.

After she was properly situated among a sea of pillows Chuck had insisted on propping up around her, he offered, "Here, let me look at your ankle." She reluctantly stretched out her foot, and he grabbed it tenderly. She winced. "Sorry. It hurts that bad?" he questioned.

"Not as much as your cold hands," she jeered with a smile to indicate she was kidding.

"It looks a little tender, but I doubt it will swell too much," he stated.

"Like I said 15 minutes ago!" She started to stand up, but he placed his left hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Not so fast, Waldorf. I really think you should rest. I insist," he demanded, concern still evident on his face. His right hand was still grasping her foot gently. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her ankle before placing the ice pack there.

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"Thanks for the ride, Chuck," Blair said as she leaned her back on the cool window of Chuck's limo. Her ankle was propped up on Chuck's lap and her legs were stretched out over the cool leather interior. "And for taking care of me," she added.

"My pleasure, Waldorf," he drawled. His fingers softly caressed her ankle while his eyes remained locked on hers.

"Though, really Chuck, I would have been fine. It's probably not even a sprain!" She remarked haughtily.

"I wanted to take care of you," Chuck admitted quietly. He didn't even realize the limo had come to a halt outside of Blair's building until his driver flung open the door.

He stepped out of the limo and she moved to step out after him but he swiftly picked her up into his arms, eliciting a squeal from Blair. He disregarded her swats of protest and carried her across the sidewalk, "bridal style".

"Chuck Bass, put me down this second," she screeched.

"Relax, Waldorf," he smirked. She sighed, realizing how stubborn he is.

"Chuck, really, I'm fine. This is not necessary," she pleaded as the doorman opened the door for them.

"Better safe than sorry," he smirked down at her. She laughed and decided to give up her protest. It was rather enjoyable to be in Chuck's arms, she decided.

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The elevator dinged but they barely heard it over their own laughter when they reached the Waldorf penthouse. He carried her inside; his occasional quiet chuckle and her sweet giggles reverberated throughout the foyer walls. To say they were enjoying their time together would be an understatement.

Their happy laughter abruptly ended when they noticed a tall, blonde walking towards them, presumably heading for the elevator.

"Chuck," Blair hissed. He set her down gently on her feet and was relieved to find she could in fact stand on her own feet fairly comfortably. "Serena, what are you doing here?" Blair questioned, trying to keep her voice even.

"I came to see you, but Dorota said you weren't home," Serena replied. She shot a quizzical glance towards Chuck. "I didn't know you were out with Chuck Bass. I…I can go, if you want."

Blair looked down at the ground, before meeting Serena's eyes and explained, "No, it's fine. Chuck was just dropping me off. I hurt my ankle."

Chuck chimed in, "Right. Good night ladies." He looked over at Blair hesitantly, wondering how to say good-bye in front of Serena before deciding to just leave.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Serena questioned, "Is he your date, B?"

"Come on, let's go up to my room, I don't want to disturb Eleanor's party. I'll explain everything there," Blair sighed, worried about Serena's reaction.

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"Chuck Bass! Really Blair?" Serena exclaimed, her voice boomed and sent shivers down Blair's spine. "You know his history. We've all read it on Gossip Girl."

"I know, Serena, but…. he's different. There's more to him than meets the eye," Blair said sitting down next to Serena on the edge of Blair's bed.

"Different? Oh please. He's a druggie. A drunk. A womanizer. What else could there possibly be?" Serena bellowed.

Blair's eyes widened. She rarely saw the normally perky Serena this angry.

Serena sighed, "Blair, I just don't want to see you get hurt." Serena placed her hand on Blair's forearm. Blair flinched away.

"I'll be fine," Blair stated coldly, looking across the room away from Serena.

Serena sighed, realizing she was hurting Blair. "Blair, you really like him?" Serena smiled.

Blair nodded slowly, holding back tears.

"Then I'm happy for you! All I want is for you to be happy, B. Really." Serena moved closer to Blair and hugged her tightly. Blair grinned, happy the storm had passed.

"So, have you slept with him yet?" Serena questioned as they pulled away.

"What?" Blair blushed. "No!" she lied.

"You two just seemed pretty comfortable together. It was…sweet." Serena stood up. "Come on, let's go watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and you can fill me in on all the juicy details."

"Sounds like a plan, S," Blair smiled.

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Just when Blair snuggled into her silk sheets that night, a loud buzzing echoed in her bedroom. She groaned and reached over to her end table for her phone. Her face lit up when she saw it was a message from Chuck

Hey. How did things go with Serena?

CB

Blair's smile widened; Chuck cared about her. Her fingers tapped the keys as she typed back a response explaining what happened and assuring him everything was fine now. They continued to text throughout the night. Though both were tired, neither wanted to say good-bye.

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