Breaking Every Rule

Chapter Two: A Little More Than Kiss

It had been two days since the 'lesson', and oh, what a lesson it was. He had 'educated' her for hours; in ways she didn't even know possible. After they had sufficiently worn themselves out, Blair cuddled up to Chuck – she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and draped one of her legs over his waist. Chuck was completely aware of how uncharacteristic this was of him – he had never cuddled with a girl after sex. But Blair was different; for some reason, he couldn't help but wrap his arm around her and pull her in as close as possible. Despite being tired, neither of them could fall asleep, they were too amazed with their experience; so instead, they just lied there, reveling in the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other.

The next day, Blair showed up at his suite demanding a 'pop quiz', and of course Chuck was ready and willing to test her abilities. Chuck Bass wasn't one to disappoint.

And now, two days after Thanksgiving, and their first day back in school, Blair sat in her chemistry class trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning into the back of her head from the other side of the room. Blair discretely took out her phone to send him a text.

Stop ogling, it's creepy

-B

A moment later, she felt her phone vibrate.

Can't help it.

-C

A grin appeared on her face as she quickly glanced over at him, locking eyes for a split second before looking away – neither of them could risk Gossip Girl getting suspicious.

If you stop looking now, you can touch later. Your place after dinner.

-B

Truth be told, she wanted to go up to him right now and drag him into his limo for a mid-day rendezvous, but she could never do that. Instead of waiting for him to respond, Blair put away her phone and tried to focus on Mr. Peizer's excruciatingly boring lesson, but all she could think about was him. The way he ran his fingers through her hair, how he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and how she could feel his heart beat when she would rest her head on his chest. Could she really be developing feelings for him? For Chuck Bass? Blair let out a huge sigh and forced herself to take notes, but, as expected, he texted her back.

What did I do to deserve you?

-C

The bell rang before she could respond, and, somehow, they were the last two left in the classroom. The moment the room was completely empty, Chuck closed the door and then pushed Blair up against the wall, "I've missed you."

She had to fight to keep on a serious face as Chuck started to nibble on her neck. "I said later, Chuck. Not in school."

"Of course not, Ms. Waldorf." Chuck smirked, clearly getting into the idea of role-playing…they were in a classroom, after all. "But I'm more than willing to do some…extra credit assignments for you." Blair started to lose all semblance of her self-restraint, and wrapped her hands around his neck before pressing her lips against his, but the moment she felt his hand start to inch up her skirt, Blair snapped out of it and shoved him off of her. "What was that for?" Chuck shot at her, somewhat pissed.

Blair rolled her eyes and began to gather her things; "We're not having sex in school." Chuck groaned, as if to ask why, and Blair looked down sheepishly. "I'm still new at this, and unlike some people, sex is meaningful to me, and this definitely wouldn't be meaningful."

A slow smirk started to form on Chuck's face. "So, you're saying what we do is…meaningful?"

She suddenly looked up at Chuck in shock. Sure, they had admitted to the 'butterflies', but what she just said…that was different. And, who was she kidding? This was Chuck Bass. They had never discussed being exclusive, and he probably had countless girls on the side. What made her think that she was special. "What?" she finally asked, visibly nervous. "I…That's not what I meant."

Still smirking, Chuck said, "Yes it is. Admit it, Blair: you like me." When she didn't respond, his face fell. He was just about to say something to make her think that this was just sex to him, too, but then he saw the look on her face. It wasn't that she didn't care; it wasn't even denial – it was fear. "Blair," he said her name softly, as he leaned his forehead against hers, "I like you too."

~*~*~*~*~*~

She spent the rest of the school day thinking about that conversation. About how he had told her with such ease. She was definitely falling for him – and she was falling fast.

Being one to always hold true to her words, Blair showed up at Chuck's apartment at 9:00 that night – Bart was supposed to be out of town, so she wasn't worried about him seeing her. However, she definitely didn't expect to walk off of the elevator and find Chuck sitting in the living room with his father and the van der Woodsen's.

"Blair." Lily announced when she noticed her. Chuck immediately looked up at her in shock – he had completely forgotten she was supposed to be coming over. Apparently, Bart had canceled his trip to propose to Lily, and she, along with Serena and Eric had come over for dinner. "What are you doing here?"

After quickly covering up the dumbstruck look on her face, Blair smiled and said, "Mr. Peizer asked that I tutor Chuck in chemistry," she looked at Bart but was careful to avoid making eye-contact with Serena, "I guess he forgot to mention that you were having company. I'm sorry for the intrusion."

Bart let out what would probably be considered a smile – he had always liked Blair, and was pleasantly surprised to hear that Chuck had agreed to be tutored. "You're not intruding, and I'm sure everyone would be okay with Charles excusing himself to do some work."

Chuck smiled at Blair – they were all so oblivious. But that was probably because it was Blair who had stopped by, no one would expect them to be sleeping together. Of course, Blair wasn't going to have sex with him while there were other people in his house, but before she could refuse, Chuck spoke. "Thank you, father." He stood up and looked at Blair, "Shall we?"

"Actually," Serena interrupted, "Do you mind if I had a word with Blair first?"

Blair attempted not to roll her eyes – they hadn't spoken since their argument on Thanksgiving, but she couldn't refuse and make a scene in front of Lily and Bart. Once they were in Chuck's room, Serena looked at Blair with the same disgusted and judgmental expression that she did when they'd discussed…well, more like argued, about her 'relationship' with Chuck. "Seriously, Blair? You're still hooking up with him?"

"I don't see how this concerns you." Blair said sternly. There was no way she was letting Serena repeat all the things she did the other day. It wasn't fair.

Suddenly, it all made sense to Serena, and she looked at her best friend in shock. "Do you like him?" she didn't respond. "Oh my God! You do! How did this even happen? I mean…this is Chuck we're talking about. You should know better."

She rolled her eyes – she was still a little pissed at Serena, and definitely wasn't in the mood to talk about whatever it was that was going on between her and Chuck. And Serena's reaction to hearing that Blair had feelings for him didn't do anything to change her mind. She just quirked an eyebrow, "You don't have the right to judge me, Serena. After everything you've done…all the people you've slept with, all the nights I've had to drag myself out of bed at 3:00 in the morning to pick your drunken ass up and hold your hair back when you threw up. After you left me to deal with my dad leaving! You do not have the right to judge me!"

"Blair…this has nothing to do with that. I just don't want you to get hurt." She didn't respond, so Serena kept talking, "And Chuck will hurt you."

"No he won't." she whispered. "He's been there. When I've needed someone and you were too busy to give a shit, he was there." Serena furrowed her brow – she had no idea what Blair was even talking about. When was she 'too busy to give a shit'? "Thanksgiving." Blair answered Serena's silent question. "My dad never showed up." Serena's face immediately softened. "Eleanor told him I didn't want him coming. I relapsed—"

"Oh my God," she said quietly. "I had no idea, B. I'm so sorry."

Blair shrugged, but it was obvious that she was on the verge of tears, "I saw Gossip Girl…you were too busy spending to holiday with your boyfriend in Brooklyn of all places to answer your phone…I texted you and called. But you never showed up. Chuck did. He always shows up. So you don't have the right to judge me for liking him."

"Okay." Serena nodded and gave her best friend a huge hug. "I won't judge…but promise me you'll be careful?"

Blair smiled, but they were interupted by a knock on the door, followed by Chuck entering the room. "You ready to study?" he asked her with a smirk.

"We're not having sex, Chuck. People are here."

His smirk grew into a full out grin and, completely disregarding Serena's presence, said, "What happened to 'if you stop ogling now, you can touch later?'"

"Ugh!" Serena announced with a disgusted face and looked over at Blair, "I may not be judging, but I do not want to hear this!"

"Don't be jealous, sis," Chuck said and Serena glared at her. "You can always join."

Blair glared at him and Serena smacked up upsite the head before saying, "First of all, you're repulsive, and second, I am not, nor will I ever be your sister." With that said, she left the room, hoping that Blair would stick to her word and not have sex with him when they were in the apartment.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Chuck let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God you're here."

She rolled he eyes, "I already told you, we're not sleeping together with father here."

"Fine." Chuck said, surprising Blair with how easy he gave in. "I'm just glad you got me out of there. Blair looked at him sympathetically, but he just played it off as if it was nothing and walked closer to her, putting his hands on her hips. "Maybe we can't have sex…but can I still kiss you?" he asked her, already knowing the answer.

Blair smiled and said, "I think that's a good compromise." In response, Chuck lightly touched his lips to her, letting it linger for a moment, but Serena's words suddenly popped back into Blair's head and she moved her face to the side. "Wait."

"Why?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"If we're going to continue this, there can't be anyone else," she started, looking directly into his eyes, "I'm not going to be one of your whores, and if you can't agree to that, then—"

Chuck cut her off, "There hasn't been anyone else…and you could never be one of my whores."

A smile slowly formed on Blair's face and she nodded, "Maybe we could do more than kiss…but just a little more."