Hello guys!! Yay I'm so excited for the wonderful feedback I got from the previous chapter. I'm trying hard to keep the humor and the lightness of the first few episodes of Season 2 alive for as long as possible before I must enter into the dark and gloomy world that surrounds our beloved Chuck and Blair in recent episodes. So here is a deleted scene in which Chuck approaches Blair right after Serena leaves to find Dan (this is at the party Blair is throwing in order to impress Lord Marcus, the same party Chuck brings Catherine to and Blair unknowingly insults her about the Botox LOL) OK so Chuck comes up to talk to her near the veranda of the hotel. The first few lines exchanged between Serena and Blair are actual lines from the show.

I know its short but i think it came out ok. Reviews=Love. Happy Readings!! xoxo


"She made Waldorf rhyme with Spears. I may as well have gone commando and held my party at Nyla's Burger Basket," Blair cried out desperately, beyond humiliated and enraged at the turn of events. Her party was officially a disaster. Her opportunity to impress the Duchess completely sabotaged by one Chuck Bass.

Serena smiled at her friend's words as she took her hand and squeezed assuringly, "Fine. While you stand here and feel sorry for yourself and denigrate the fine people of Kentwood, I'm gonna go find Dan. Cheer up," she finished softly as she pulled away and left Blair alone to wallow in her thoughts.

"Nyla's Burger Basket... I had some good times there," Chuck drawled as he approached. "I think the waitress' name was Anna. And I for one would have loved if you'd gone commando." He smirked his, irritatingly so, signature smirk and Blair felt her heart quicken. It's the anger making your heart flutter. Remember you hate him. He ruined your party. You hate him.

"You're disgusting. Screwing any woman within a five mile radius," Blair scoffed as she pushed away a stray strand of hair.

"There's one in specific I'm having a hard time screwing. And I'd say she's more like five inches away, not five miles away," Chuck murmured huskily, staring at her intensely as he closed the distance between them even more so. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she hated him, hated herself, for it.

"I loathed you," Blair sneered as she took a step back from where he'd stood inches from her.

"Strong words from someone who's just lost the war," Chuck said casually as he took a drink from his scotch.

"You haven't won yet, Bass."

"Oh I think I have, Waldorf. That little Botox line... I think that pretty much assured you a spot on Catherine's prestigious Bitch List. Catty females," Chuck laughed as he shook his head and placed his glass down on the ledge of the building.

"Stay away from me, Chuck! I detest you," Blair bit out as she turned to walk away.

Chuck reached out and grabbed her hand, turning her around and pressing her against him, running his free hand down her body and landing square on her butt, all in one fluid motion. "Ooo, commando aren't you?" Chuck joked as he gripped at her bottom beneath her dress.

"Chuck!" Blair gasped out in surprise, though her knees had weakened slightly and she was having a hard time breathing and stopping the blush from coloring her entire face and chest. "What are you doing?"

Chuck leaned forward and placed his lips on the pulse point on her neck, knowing how insane it drove her to feel his lips licking at the skin of her neck. "I think you know what it is that I'm doing..."

Blair sighed out blissfully as Chuck ran his tongue along her neck and sucked on the area he had wet with his tongue. "You taste amazing. You smell amazing. You feel fucking amazing."

Blair couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. Being this close to him, no matter how much she vowed to hate him, wrecked havoc on her senses. "Chuck..." she breathed out. "Chuck... I hate you," she sighed as he nipped her roughly enough that she knew he'd leave a mark.

"You keep saying that," Chuck growled as he ground his erection against her hips, "But somehow I don't believe you..."

Blair's hands rose from their own accord and lost themselves in his hair as she pressed his face harder into the crook of her neck. "This doesn't change anything," she grunted as he pushed her against the railing of the veranda.

"I know. You're still mine. You'll always be mine," he rasped out as his hands began to skim her body.

She froze at his words, realizing their implication and not willing to submit to him after everything that had happened. She cursed herself for giving in, even if momentarily, to her weakened resolve. "Stop."

Her tone was resolute and he understood immediately where he had fucked up. If he'd just stayed shut, maybe he'd be buried inside of her right now, putting them both out of their misery. Instead he found himself pulling away as he felt her hands press against his chest determinedly.

"I have to go find Marcus," Blair said absentmindedly as she adjusted her dress and pushed away at her stubborn hair.

Chuck gulped as he watched her build her defenses back up and finally stare up at him coldly once her attire was set into rights. "Enjoy your time with the Lord," he bit out sarcastically.

Blair smiled sweetly, "Enjoy drinking yourself to an early grave," she said as she turned away from him and began walking away.