Sorry for the late update! I hope you all enjoy! I apologize for the crappy summary and title, so if you have suggestions please send me a PM. :D Also, do you know where I can find pre-series Chair stories? I love them so much! 3 If you know any good ones, leave me a link with a review, PM, or email me. Thanks! Here's the new chappie!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own GG. But here's a note to the Season 3 writers: UR DOIN IT WRONG. We seriously need more steamy Chair action. *fans self*

"B, did he really?" Serena exclaimed happily. "That's wonderful news! I can't wait!"

Chuck listened to her from the other room, gulping down scotch as if there were no tomorrow. The rock in the pit of his stomach was making him feel sick. He knew this was going to happen eventually. He just didn't know what he was going to do when it actually happened.

"Are you really already planning out the wedding, B?" Serena continued to squeal. "If you don't invite me, I'll kill you!" Serena laughed as Blair said something on the other end of the line.

Chuck had still been friends with Blair, even after their nastiest fight, the Georgina Sparks deal. Chuck had regretted his decision every day afterwards, but he couldn't go back in time, no matter how much he wanted to. But after that, something changed between them. Blair was more guarded, and Chuck…well, he was the same old Chuck, perverted and gross.

But the years flew by, and before Chuck knew it, they were all halfway done with college, Blair and Nate were officially over, and then she had been swept off her feet by Joseph, a handsome prince charming Blair had met at college. Chuck hadn't known how to react to all of the news, so he drank. When he wasn't running his father's company, Chuck was in an alcoholic daze, not paying attention to anyone or anything, except for Blair.

"Are you going to invite…everyone?" Serena asked carefully. Chuck knew that the pause meant him. She wanted to know if Chuck was invite to the wedding or not. "I know, I know, ever since…the Georgina incident, it's been hard." Chuck leaned in closer, trying to pay attention to this new set of information.

Suddenly, there was a hand on his should. Serena's brother, Eric, was looking at him firmly in the eye. Chuck frowned at him.

"Chuck, what are you doing?"

"Eavesdropping," Chuck croaked, taking another swig from his glass. The alcohol burned his throat. "Oh- I'm drinking too, if that counts. Now, if you don't mind, please get the hell out; I need to have a listen."

Eric just stared at him. Chuck rolled his eyes and turned his head again, trying to listen to Serena. In a flash, the glass was snatched from Chuck's hand. Furious, Chuck spun around to see Eric holding it high above his head, taunting Chuck.

"Give it back," Chuck growled angrily. "Why do you give a damn?"

Eric still had the glass in his hand. "Because I'm your stepbrother, that's why. Chuck, be serious. Why are you listening to Serena and Blair?"

Chuck tightened his jaw and glared at the kid. He wasn't much of a kid anymore, though. "You know exactly why I'm listening."

Eric sighed. "When are you going to get over your obsession with Blair?" he asked wearily. This had happened so many times before.

Chuck snorted and turned his head again. "It's not an obsession," he muttered under his breath. "I could care less about Blair Waldorf."

"Then why have you always paid attention to her?" Eric pressed on. "Serena told me that ever since you were little, you liked her. And then the Georgina incident happened. I don't know the exact details, but from what I've pieced together, it hurt Blair and you."

Chuck snapped. "Blair has never liked me," he spat angrily. "And I've always hated her. So leave me the hell alone."

Eric put his hand on Chuck's shoulder. "If you like her, you're going to have to drop it now, Chuck. Blair's happy. She's going to get married to Joseph, and she loves him deeply. I know it'll be hard, Chuck, but if you really love her, you'd let her go."

Chuck gritted his teeth as Eric's words sunk in. "I…can't," he spat, the muscle in his jaw clenching tightly.

Eric shook his head sadly, because he knew that Chuck would never give up. "Then you don't really care for her," he stated, and Eric turned away from Chuck and walked out of the room. Chuck watched him leave, and then went to pour himself another glass of scotch. If he was lucky, the alcohol would numb him.

She didn't love Chuck Bass. She couldn't love him. No, she wouldn't love him. Blair stared at herself in the mirror, mouthing the words silently. She looked pathetic, really, but she needed to do this. It was absolutely necessary. The white pearls around her neck shook as she continued to repeat her mantra over and over again.

"Chuck Bass is an ass, Chuck Bass is an ass," she stated firmly, looking herself in the eyes. "And you don't even like him. He's mean, stupid, rude, and he's not invited to the wedding."

She had just gotten off the phone with Serena, after telling her the wonderful news of Joseph's proposal. Blair couldn't have been happier with the news, and Serena was no exception. They both giggled and laughed like silly schoolgirls. It was almost as if they were in high school again.

Blair loved Joseph with all her heart, she really did. He was sweet, funny, kind, and best of all, normal. He treated her right, respected her, and never cheated. Joseph was cute, smart, and everything she ever wanted. He was amazing.

But when she came to Chuck, it was a mixed bag of emotions, which ranged from passion to intense dislike. She couldn't stand him, yet she couldn't stand life without him, especially when he…when he kissed her that one night while she was dating Nate when she was seventeen. As she remembered, the night's details came into place…

They were all at Chuck's penthouse, and the music was blaring loudly. Blair had just finished her first and only drink of the night. She was not going to get drunk like some of the other idiots partying tonight. She, much unlike the rest of them, knew that getting drunk only meant trouble, not to mention it was tacky and classless.

"How come you're not enjoying the party atmosphere, darling?" a smooth voice drawled into her ear.

Blair shivered. Chuck's breath reeked of disgusting alcohol. Disgusted, Blair turned towards him and pushed him away from her. She was not going to be seen with him while he was in a drunken stupor. What if one of Gossip Girl's minions was watching her? She would be ruined, and Nate would question her faithfulness.

It wasn't like he wasn't eyeing Serena hopefully, Blair had noticed enviously. Maybe she would have a talk with him later tonight. But Chuck made an offhand, probably disgusting comment, which brought Blair back into reality.

"What do you want, Bass?" Blair asked, her dress getting wrinkled as she stepped away from him. Several kids were screaming loudly, holding bottles of wine above their heads. Blair glanced at them coldly, willing them to shut up. Of course, they didn't.

Chuck winked at her. "You," he answered smoothly and delightfully.

Blair shivered again, but it wasn't from revulsion this time. Blair pretended not to gag. She wasn't going to prove to Chuck that his words were getting to her. Instead, she stamped his foot with her four inch heel. He cried out in pain, glaring at her as he hopped away to nurse his injury.

"Don't come back," she called after him. But he would. She knew he would. And secretly, she wanted him to.

Twenty minutes later, while she sat on his couch, bored out of her mind, he was there, leering at her like a wolf. Blair didn't like his stare. It made her scared, and nervous. She acted like he wasn't there, and she sighed and scooted to the right side of the couch. To her mixed horror and pleasure, he sat next to her and threw his arm around her casually.

"Why aren't you with the Prince?" Did he sound…concerned? Blair shook the idea out of her mind. That was very unlike Chuck Bass, so it couldn't have been possible. She rolled her eyes and snorted. He raised one eyebrow at her, amused.

"That's none of your business," she told him coolly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd prefer that you'd leave me alone."

Chuck leaned towards her, his hot breath tickling the side of her face. Blair took deep breaths, avoiding his eyes. If she looked into them, she would melt. She knew that Chuck was just playing her for a fool. She was not going to get tricked by him. She was too smart for Chuck Bass.

"Kiss me," he whispered. His voice was warm and husky.

Blair made a horrified sound if the back of her throat. How dare he suggest something like that to her? She had tried to show him that she had feelings for him with the Georgina incident, but that fool rejected her. Now she was going to reject his advances…again. But in order to trick Chuck Bass, she had to play along.

Blair made a sharp, curt nod, and he smiled with wicked delight. As they both leaned closer to each other, Blair saw him close his eyes. She grinned too, knowing that his naïve behavior would give her an advantage. Just as his lips pressed against hers, Blair pulled back. He opened his eyes, confused, and she slapped him hard in the face.

"What the hell, Blair?" he exclaimed, rubbing the side of his cheek.

"You really have some nerve," Blair said coldly. She gave him one of her iciest stares, making sure that he would know that she was dead serious. "I'm with Nate, you Basstard. I would never cheat on him, especially with you."

Chuck pointed over her head. "It seems like he doesn't share your morals."

Blair followed his finger and saw Nate, her boyfriend, pressed passionately against Serena, both kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Tears shot into Blair's eyes, and she tried to not to cry immediately. She didn't want to give Chuck the satisfaction of being right.

"Oh, Chuck," she suddenly moaned loudly.

Chuck froze and blood rushed through his veins, heating him up. He looked at her straight in the eyes, his dark pupils focusing on her beautiful face, with her ruby red lips and soft cheeks. She was staring at him with a strange look on her face, and then, without warning, she crushed herself against his lips, and they both began to kiss each other.

He was a really good kisser, Blair noticed as they shared a long passionate kiss with each other. Ugh, probably from tonguing so many other girls.

He forced her mouth open, and she was willing. Chuck grabbed the back of her neck, the part he had been longing to touch for years now. Before anything else could happen, Blair was being pulled away from him. Chuck looked at her, and saw that she was being dragged away by Nate.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nate yelled out angrily. Chuck stared at the two of them, breathing heavily. He hadn't noticed that he had been gripping one of the pillows tightly. He chest heaved as he looked at the shouting Nate darkly.

Blair screamed right back into his face with fury. "Don't give me that load of bull crap!" she cried right back at him. "I saw you licking Serena's face off too! Forgive me for getting even, sweetie!"

As Nate closed his mouth furiously, Chuck began to process what was happening. Blair had used him to get Nate's attention. This hurt more than the slap in his face. He had allowed himself to get fooled by a woman, not once, but twice in one night. Once again, he had come in second to Nate. She only wanted him for a minute, just so she could get revenge at Nate.

"All I want is for us to be happy," Blair pleaded, stroking his face. "We both need to be faithful. Do you promise?"

Nate sighed and gave her a tight hug. "It was wrong of me to get jealous," he admitted, "especially when I had been kissing Serena. I was drunk and I won't do it again."

"Good," Blair told him, and they both linked their arms around each other. As they started to leave, Blair stopped and wormed her way out of Nate's embrace. "Give me a second, okay?" Nate nodded and walked away from her.

Blair strode over to Chuck, who regained his breath. He looked up at her from the seat of the couch, glaring at her angrily. Blair rolled her eyes, and looked down on him.

"We'll never speak of this again," she told him sharply. "It meant nothing. Do you understand?"

"Nothing," Chuck repeated, his voice seething with bitterness. "It meant absolutely nothing."

Blair nodded and strode away. Chuck watched her go, and wished that he had chased her. He never did. Blair, on the other hand, was trying to ignore the passion she and Chuck had. She never felt that with Nate. It was wonderful, foreign, and it meant absolutely everything.

Blair shook her head, clearing the thoughts out of her mind. She was with Joseph now. If she was going to get married in June, which was five months from now, she needed to be prepared. It was already Christmas break, and Blair needed to focus on all the wedding details. She needed to forget about Chuck.

Just then, Blair's laptop made a buzzing sound. She had gotten a new email, which was probably from Joseph. The fact that Joseph never called got on Blair's nerves. She always texted and called, but Joseph insisted that he preferred emails instead. So Blair constantly had to check her email account every day.

Blair left the mirror and walked over to her computer. As soon as she moved her mouse, the email from Joseph popped up, with a subject line that read, "Hey Sweetie!" Blair smiled at the corny-but-cute message and read over the email rather quickly.

Sweetheart,

I know it's kind of early, but what color do you want the tablecloths to be at the wedding reception? It can be any color you want, honey, but I just want to write it down early so we can have everything perfect before the wedding. How are you? Work is crazy right now. You're lucky you get Christmas break! Anyways, email me back! Love you!

-Joseph

Blair smiled and hit the reply button so she could write back.

Would purple be nice? I think it's a pretty color. I'm doing fine, honey. I'm just buying stuff like crazy. The spring season of fashion is on sale now, and I want to get my top brands early. Don't worry; I'm using my own money. ;D Anyways, I hope you can get a break soon! I love you too, bye.

-B

Blair realized her fatal mistake right after she sent the email. She had typed purple without thinking! How could she pick Chuck's favorite color for their tablecloths? Blair buried her face in her hands and groaned inwardly at her stupidity. What the hell was wrong with her? Just as she was about to slam the laptop against the wall in rage, her head popped up as her laptop buzzed. It could only be another email from Joseph. Maybe he would say that purple was too ridiculous of a color. She lit up.

Purple is great! Alright, I'll put the orders in. Okay honey, I have to work now; the boss is bothering me. See you at dinner at the great Italian restaurant, sweetie.

-Joseph

Blair's stomach dropped. Stupid Chuck! Even when she wasn't thinking about him, he was there. Damn him! Blair ran her fingers through her hair agitatedly. How was she supposed to get married happily if she kept thinking of that Chuck Basstard?

Someone started banging on their (she and Joseph had moved in together two months ago, but Blair hadn't brought Dorota along) apartment door loudly. Blair's head perked up and she stood up furiously. In an instant, she flung open the door, only to find the person she had been trying to forget for a week since she saw him at the giant party she had held at the apartment. Blair wondered why she had even opened the stupid door in the first place.

Chuck Bass stood in front of her, adorned in a sleek black suit. His hair wasn't slicked back like it usually was, and there were ugly purple rings under his eyes. In other words, he looked like a freaking wreck. The strangest thing however, was the look in his crazed eyes. It was tortured and haunted. But of course, there was his usual smirk on his face.

"Why don't we go out for some lunch?" he asked smoothly.