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Previously…
-Chuck and Blair grew closer as they worked on their English project together
-A drunk Blair slept with Chuck and couldn't remember it the next day
-She put the facts together to realize the man who stole her v-card was none other than Chuck Bass
-Chuck surprised Blair with a trip to the rooftop of his hotel to share his mother's garden with her
-Chuck asked Blair to go to their school's Homecoming Dance…B said yes.
Blair scanned the hallway one final time. Chuck had asked her to meet him here after 4th period, but he was nowhere to be seen. After another minute, she slung her tote bag over her shoulder and started to walk down the hall.
Suddenly, an outstretched arm grabbed Blair firmly by the waist, eliciting a yelp from Blair. The arm, now followed by a hand covering her mouth lightly, pulled Blair behind a secluded stairwell.
Blair lifted her arm to slap whoever did this to her, but pulled her hand back when she realized who it was.
"Hey," Chuck whispered softly.
"Hi," she smiled.
He leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers. She moaned as he deepened the kiss.
"Shh, Waldorf. We wouldn't want to get caught," he chuckled. She reached up to his head and pulled Chuck back down to her.
A loud ding of the bell broke apart their kiss. They both sighed, annoyed at the interruption.
"Come on, we wouldn't want to be late for English class," Chuck said as he walked back towards the now empty hallway, reaching out a hand for her.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Chuck?" Blair questioned as she took a hold of his hand and they began to walk down the hall.
He shrugged. "I guess you're rubbing off on me, Waldorf." Blair smiled up at him.
"So what time are we meeting to work on the project?"
"Actually, I don't have time tonight," Chuck replied.
"And why would that be?" Blair asked, jealously washing over her. Why didn't she realize it before? Of course, Chuck was still seeing other girls…or prostitutes, she thought glumly.
"I'll be shopping."
"Oh." Of course, he wouldn't tell her the truth, she assumed. She averted her gaze, not wanting him to see how much he was hurting her.
"For the dance, Saturday."
"Oh!" Much better, she smiled to herself.
"And you're welcome to join me, Waldorf."
"I'd like that," she said as she squeezed his hand. "You definitely need my fashion advice."
"Please," he scoffed, playful glint in his eyes. "That's ridiculous. Have you seen what I wear everyday?"
She agreed with a quick kiss to his lips before they both silently slipped into class undetected by the teacher.
"Chuck, I found some more suits for you tie try on," Blair yelled. She was standing outside a plush navy blue curtain of the only dressing room in the Upper East Side's most exclusive boutique. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Chuck to open up the curtain.
"Bass," she huffed. "Hurry up! These are getting very heavy." She leaned closer and pressed her ear against the curtain. The rustling of clothes and the sound of a zipper sliding up could be heard. Finally, the curtain swung to the side to reveal a half-naked Bass, clad only in tweed dress pants and black socks. Blair's eyes noted the sexy way his hair was tousled before wandering down to his well defined chest and then below to take in the rest of his delectable figure.
"Waldorf, are you okay?" Chuck smirked, noticing the way she was "eyeing" him.
"What?" she asked absentmindedly. A couple of seconds later, she realized what just happened. She looked up at him to nod, but instead she felt her pale cheeks grow hot.
"Here, just try these on," she said, practically throwing the suits at him. She turned around to pull back the curtain and walk out of the dressing groom, but Chuck seemed to have another plan.
"Not so fast, Waldorf." He pulled her to him and she fell limply against his body, jolted from the surprise of the movement. The curtain fell with a loud swoosh closed. Chuck pulled Blair even closer before reaching out to her chin and drawing her lips to his own. His tongue explored her mouth.
"You should probably…try those clothes on…now," she said in between kisses. She tried to keep her voice even but it really came out like a moan. Neither broke away from the kiss.
"Yeah, I should," he replied as he guided her towards the mirror and gently pushed her against it.
"We should stop. I don't want to get caught," she moaned again, even less convincing the second time.
"Yeah, me neither," he drawled. He began to nibble on her lower lip, eliciting her hips to thrust towards his, and a "Chuck" to escape from her lips.
"Everything all right in there?" a young sales clerk called from outside the curtain.
"Yes, thank you," Blair replied, feeling embarrassed. But Chuck seemed unfazed as he continued to press himself against her.
Once she heard the sales clerk's retreating footsteps she pushed Chuck back slightly creating some air space between their bodies.
"Chuck," she whispered sternly. "The fun is over."
"It's just getting started," he said as he leaned back into her.
"That, Bass, was extremely corny."
"I don't do corny," he replied, a cocky trace to his voice.
"You just did," she smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest. This, however, only distracted Chuck to stare at her now accentuated cleavage. When she realized he wasn't listening, she brought her hands up and snapped forcefully until she regained his attention.
"I like this store and I would appreciate it if you didn't ruin my chances of ever showing my face in here again," Blair continued.
"I know something else you'll appreciate," Chuck mocked in an overly deep and sexy voice.
"Enough!" she screeched. She turned around and marched out of the dressing room. Chuck stood mesmerized, watching her sway as she walked out. Without even turning around, she could feel his eyes on her and knew exactly what he was doing.
"At least pretend you're trying something on!" she yelled over her shoulder.
"Thanks for coming with me today, Waldorf," Chuck said as he leaned back on a velvet couch in his suite.
"My pleasure, Bass," Blair replied as she slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms encircled her waist and he nestled his face into her soft curls.
"How should I properly thank you?" Chuck smirked.
"I think I have an idea," Blair giggled as she leaned in to Chuck to give him a long kiss. He trailed kisses along her neck. Blair's mind began to wonder and suddenly she pulled back, intending to ask what she had been wondering all day.
"Chuck, I…"
"Yeah," he muttered, breathless. He moved back to her neck and led a string of kisses up to her ear. He nibbled slightly on her ear and she got lost in the moment. However, a moment later she regained her train of thought and pulled back again. She took a deep breath and a moment to convince herself that it was necessary that she ask what she was about to ask.
"Chuck, what are we doing here?" she asked, meeting his gaze and searching his eyes for the answer she was looking for.
"You really need a definition? Well, when two people are in the right mood, if you will, they…" he drawled in a mocking tone of the infamous sex talk Bart had awkwardly given him a couple of years back.
"Chuck, I'm serious," she interrupted angrily. "What is this? What does this mean for us…?"
"God, Blair. I don't know," Chuck whined.
Blair removed herself from his arms and moved to a wooden chair across the coffee table.
"Come on, Blair. Come back. Let's just enjoy this," he pleaded. He opened his arms as a gesture for her to sit back in his lap, but she remained rooted in the chair.
"Is that what I am to you? Just a good time?" She snapped.
"No, you're not just a good time. You're...I…Do we really have to do this?" He begged, his voice cracking slightly as he held back the three words he didn't have the courage to say.
"No we don't. I think I've learned enough here. Unless you are willing to define this beyond the status of a random hook up, I'm leaving. Any last words?"
"I…Blair…Please, don't."
Blair turned on her heel and marched out of his suite. Once the door was closed, she leaned back against it, bit her lip and finally she let herself shed a single tear.
A/N: Do you guys read these? I hope so! But if you're not in the mood…kindly scroll down to the bottom of the page and leave me a review :)
Okay here we go…Hi guys! I'm back! I apologize for my extended absence. Basically, there was a health problem in my family and on top of some important exams…it was a lot. But I think we can all agree that it happens to the best of us, and the good news is I'm not only back, but during my absence I planned out this story and came up with a ton of new story ideas! And I'm so freaking excited to write more stories for you guys! So, be on the look out for that :)
Thanks for the patience guys and I hope I didn't lose a single reader! Really! I love each and every one of you. So just to make sure I included that lovely summary of what previously happened in this story for anybody who might have forgotten (I know it happens to me a lot!). Did you guys like the "previously" summary? Should I include it again?
Finally, I want to discuss an anonymous review that asked whether I will stop writing because of recent events on the show? The answer is god, no! The truth is I stopped watching after the break during this season (3). I heard the rumors of the direction the story lines were heading (basically the big Chair break-up) and I just wasn't sure I could stomach it. But I figured, Chuck and Blair are endgame…right? And I figured obviously, it won't be too bad. So I almost did watch the second half of season 3. But, I wasn't really feeling most of the first part of season 3. I guess I had really big expectations for when Chuck and Blair would become official, and I felt that the writers left me feeling empty. If I hadn't been reading fanfiction during that time, I probably would have given up on Chair all together! Seriously, you guys are the only reason I've been able to maintain my love for Chair! There are so many really wonderful writers on this website and the show…it just doesn't even compare anymore. I'm not ruling out watching the show in the future (and maybe I'll even go back to watch the rest of season 3) but for now I'm going to only think of Chair season 1, 2 and parts of the beginning of 3. The truth is, I'm afraid I won't love Chair anymore if I keep watching the show.
So back to Don't Judge a Bass By His Cover…if you want to see whether Chuck will "define" his relationship with Blair…leave me a review so I know you guys are still reading!