So this takes place in 1812 the night that Serena first gets drunk with Georgina at the club and then she calls Chuck and he agrees to come get her. So this chapter is pretty much an added scene where Chuck calls up Blair and has her come join him and Serena that night in his suite. I know a lot of you find it hard to believe some of the scenarios I've been writing, but hey I have to make due with what I've got to work with which isn't much. I know the show makes it seem that Chuck and Blair don't interact until episode 17, but hey then I'd have to skip two chapters and that's not gonna work either. So hope you guys enjoy what I've come up with. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings!!

Desperately Seeking Serena

"Hello Waldorf," Chuck drawled lazily into his cell phone and Blair felt his voice caress her ear as if he were whispering them right next to her. An unwelcome warmth ran through her body and she scowled to herself as she sat in front of her vanity mirror.

"What do you want, Chuck?" Blair asked nastily, no intention of being pleasant or civil in mind. She hadn't seen Chuck since that morning in the bathroom at Constance, and she was still pretty ticked off at his Yoplait comment. Oh and of course the wet horse and used goods comments. Basstard.

"How's my favorite Dairy Queen doing this fine evening?" Chuck sneered sarcastically, in no mood to deal with another feisty woman. He had no idea why he was calling her if he was being honest with himself. Serena offered more than enough tension and headaches for the night.

"You stupid son-of-a-bitch! Why the hell are you even calling me? If you had any good sense at all you'd-"

"Relax, OK? I wave the white flag. Stop yelling," Chuck bit out tiredly, the headache starting to pound at the base of his skull.

"What do you want?" Blair asked exasperatedly as she removed her headband and began rubbing at the nape of her neck, unawares that Chuck was doing the very same thing.

"You. Here. In my suite," Chuck murmured huskily, knowing full well how to push her buttons, and though he wasn't looking for a fight, he did enjoy riling her up.

"Uhh... No. Never," Blair stated dryly as she knelt over and began to unstrap her shoes.

"We'll see about that never. But lets get to the point shall we?"

"Yes. Hurry up."

Chuck rolled his eyes as he continued. "My sister has asked for you to join us here tonight. I'm not sure if you're into that kind of thing, but I do remember you being quite adventurous in the bedroom so I figured there was no harm in asking..."

"You're disgusting."

"Yes, I know. So lets not be bashful."

"Chuck...is that B on the phone?" Serena's voice cut through the line causing Blair to stop her motions and sit straight up in her seat. She sounded...weird.

"Serena's actually there? What's wrong with her? She sounds..." Blair trailed off as she wrapped her other hand around her phone, pressing the phone even closer to her ear hoping to hear any sounds of Serena in the background.

"Drunk. Actually completely intoxicated," Chuck supplied casually as he pushed Serena back onto the couch and turned his attention back to the phone call. "We need you."

"She needs me. I'll be there in ten."

Blair quickly hung up the phone before setting her outfit to rights once more and running out of her bedroom.

--xoxo--xoxo--

Chuck pulled open the door to his suite and smiled wickedly as he saw a flustered Blair standing before him. "That desperate for me, are we?"

Blair shot him a look of disgust as she pushed past him and headed into his room. "Where is she?"

"Bathroom. You know where it's located," Chuck said as he flashed her a wink and went to serve himself a glass of scotch.

Blair rolled her eyes as she hurried to the bathroom and found Serena curled up on the floor fast asleep.

"What the hell happened to her?" Blair shouted from the doorway of the bathroom as she crouched down before her and attempted to wake her. She was pasty white and the bathroom smelled strongly of vomit, a smell Blair knew very well.

Chuck walked over to the bathroom and looked down in surprise as he found Serena asleep on the floor and Blair failing miserably at trying to pull her up.

"Here I'll help," Chuck offered as he bent down and picked up his sister and placed her on his bed.

"What did you do to her?" Blair bit out roughly as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Chuck in disgust.

"You think I did this to her? You're out of your mind," Chuck said indignantly as he took a generous gulp from his glass.

"All I know is that my friend is drunk off her ass, and sleeping in your bathroom where she obviously puked up half her weight in alcohol," Blair shot back as she stood and walked over to the less intimate area of his suite.

"She called me. Asked me to help her," Chuck said simply as he followed Blair to the couch.

"Again, out of character for her. She hates you. Why the hell would she call you?"

Chuck grew serious at her words and sat at the farthest corner of the couch from her. "Maybe you should be asking yourself why she didn't call you? Maybe you should be asking yourself why she's been coming to me these past few days and you're obviously unaware of what's been going on in her life," Chuck shot back in his defense, obviously striking a nerve as Blair sat tight lipped and staring down at his carpeted floor.

"Fine. So if you didn't do this, who did?" Blair asked, her voice more even and controlled.

"Serena herself. She drank and partied. Like the old days," Chuck said all too seriously, not even he enjoyed the return of the old Serena. Mainly because the old Serena was coming out thanks to that skank Georgina.

"Why would she do that?" Blair asked quietly, to no one in particular.

Chuck eyed her profile as she stared out into the night through his window. She looked worried, but she still looked like perfection. His unmarred, untarnished, beautiful perfection. No matter what he had said and no matter what all the others said. "She'll be fine, Waldorf. Maybe the stress of the SAT's are getting to her. She just needs to sleep it off. You can talk to her tomorrow."

Blair nodded softly and turned to look at him, really look at him, for the first time since she'd walked in. "Thanks for helping her."

Chuck nodded. "She's family."

Blair nodded. "Thanks for calling me." She should probably leave, but she couldn't help herself from staying a few more seconds there with him.

Chuck moved in closer and took her hand in his. "She wanted you here. I knew you would want to be here too."

Blair stared down at their clasped hands and then looked up into his eyes. She gulped and shook her head. "Yeah..."

Chuck leaned closer still, his faces only inches apart from her own as he squeezed her hand even harder between his grip.

"I should go..." Blair breathed as she felt Chuck's lips a hairsbreadth away and her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.

"You should," Chuck reasoned, turning his face and placing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Goodnight, Blair."

Blair's eyes shot open in surprise and she couldn't mask the disappointment that crossed her features at that moment. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks and stood quickly, annoyed that she was showing any type of reaction to Chuck Bass, and annoyed that said person had dared to provoke her only to place a demure kiss on her cheek. On her cheek!

"Right. Well, goodnight Bass. Thanks once again. Tell S to call me as soon as she wakes up. And don't do anything... Chuck-like... while she's sleeping. That'd be nauseating, even for you," Blair finished sarcastically as her iron armor had been put quickly back into place and she scurried to the door. "Ta'"

And with a quick wave she slammed the door shut and was gone.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed....next up All About My Brother.