Well i hated this chapter and i'm sure you will find it isn't very good, but i also disliked this episode very much besides the few words that Chuck and Blair exchanged during the episode. Anyway, i decided to just post what i had because it wasn't going to get any better and i figured it'd be best for me to just move on and work on the next episode. Happy Readings.

There Might Be Blood

"Have any bright ideas?" Blair sighed out in exasperation, the task of playing lord and savior of Emma was beginning to test the little patience even she was surprised she had. Running around the entire night trying to maintain Emma's chastity belt firmly in place was something that she never imagined having to do. Having to save a family that was obviously worse off than her own was not part of her plan for the night either. Damn Serena and her ridiculous demands on her. Damn her own need to constantly comply with Queen Serena's nagging.

Enter Chuck Bass. The one person she relied on when her wit and conniving ways failed her.

"As a matter of fact, one," Chuck answered simply, raising his arm for her to take and escorting her out of the club. He could see the frustration overcoming Blair's features and if he was to play the role of her perfect white knight zooming in to save the day, tonight would be the night.

He led her out of 1 Oak and into the warm summer night, unlocking their arms and placing a hand at the small of her back as they made their way through the crowded sidewalk and on to his waiting limo. His hand tingled at the feel of the dip in her back where her bottom was about to begin, and he felt his heart drum a little faster at the thought of how delicious her body was and how perfectly her every inch of her curves fit between his hands.

She shuffled into the car, breaking contact with Chuck's warm palm pressed against the small of her back. She immediately felt the loss of contact and sighed in frustration as she adjusted herself in the seat of the limo, watching Chuck take the seat beside her and cast her a sideways glance before directing Arthur to their destination. Why did he have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he just realize that they were amazing together? Both in and outside the bedroom, and limo, and kitchen, and living room, and closet... and every other place they had ever had sex in. A slow heat climbed to her cheeks and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

This limo would be the death of her. She couldn't even sit inside it for two seconds before thoughts of sex crossed her mind. Damn Chuck Bass for ruining her.

"So Emma Bordman wants to lose her virginity? I think I can help her out with that," Chuck smirked as he turned and looked at Blair.

Blair scowled slightly as she crossed her arms under her chest and stared at him. "Sudden interest, Bass? You had the opportunity before, why didn't you go for it?"

Chuck chuckled deep in his throat and shook his head in amusement. "Waldorf, I already told you. The back of this limo," his eyes met hers and he leaned in a little closer, "is sacred."

Blair could feel the intensity of his gaze somewhere deep in her chest. It felt as if he were reaching down into her very heart and squeezing the life right out of it. It was the second time tonight he had said something so sweet to her, something that gave her hope and excitement for that excruciating pleasure she knew would lapse between them now.

"Really? So then I don't understand how you expect to help Emma with her inane contest with Muffy the Lacrosstitute."

Chuck grinned at her words and sat back against his seat. "Sit back and enjoy the ride, Waldorf. I'll take care of it."

"Sadly, that's not the first time I hear that from you, Bass," Blair scoffed as she turned and faced straight ahead.

"And did I disappoint you then?" Chuck's voice had dropped an octave or two and she felt her skin shiver at the tone.

"No," she breathed out, not daring to look at him. "Never," she said honestly.

Seconds past and neither of them said a thing, neither of them dared look at the other.

"Good. So then you can trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about. I'll fix this." And with that Chuck pulled out his cellphone and got to work.

Blair turned and stared out the window into the night and the flashing lights passing by as they drove down the street. She really hoped he could fix this, because she didn't know how much longer she could continue to play this game with him.

Five minutes later they had stopped in front of a hotel just as Chuck flipped his phone closed. "Done."

Blair looked him over before scooting closer. "What did you do?"

Chuck stared down at her legs as her knee pressed against his thigh and he was suddenly surrounded by her scent. "Let's go upstairs and find out," he said roughly, trying to put some distance between them before he did what his body was craving for him to do.

"I hope you're right about this, Bass," Blair continued as she followed Chuck out of the limo and fought the urge to pout at the loss of closeness with his body.

"I'm always right. About everything, Waldorf. I hope you haven't forgotten..."

"Forgotten what?" Blair asked with a smile crossing her lips.

"That I'm Chuck Bass..." Chuck finished cockily as he pulled open the door and grinned at Blair as she made her way in to rescue her horny charge upstairs.