Note:

First of all, I'd like to thank you all for the amazing reviews! I really appreciate it.

Second, a few of you have said that you don't want Nate to be involved in this piece, but I feel that, eventually, the whole situation will have to be addressed. But don't worry, it won't be anything like it was in the actual show.

This chapter didn't turn out like I had originally planned, but I wanted to keep with Chuck's issues with Bart for a little bit more. However, this is still a Chuck/Blair story and the whole thing won't be about his relationship with his dad.

I hope you like the chapter!

Breaking Every Rule

Chapter Three: Beautiful Disaster

"Could you be any more desperate, Bass?" Blair asked as she answered her phone – she had just left his suite an hour ago and he was already calling her. Of course, even though she pretended to be annoyed, they both knew she loved the attention that he gave her. Their 'relationship' may have been undefined…in fact, it might not have been a relationship at all, but regardless, Blair had never been this happy with a guy in her life.

He laughed into the phone, "Probably…what are you doing right now? Other than fantasizing about me, that is."

Blair smirked, and jokingly said into the phone, "How did you know I was fantasizing about you, Bass?" he didn't respond, only let out a little chuckle, and Blair continued to talk, "Actually, I was going to spend the rest of the night home. You wore me out today…Maybe watch a movie or something."

He grinned into the phone; the mere idea of Blair needed to recuperate from their…activities sent chills up his spine. "What movie?" Chuck asked her, "If it's not boring, I can come over and watch it with you…anything I would like?"

"Does it really matter?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Chuck hesitated for a moment before answering her honestly, "I guess not." The truth was, even if being with Blair wasn't enough to make him want to sit through whatever Audrey movie she was going to force him to watch, getting out of his house was more than enough reason. He couldn't deal with Bart, and the whole 'marriage' situation.

Blair giggled into the phone; "Okay…I'll see you in a few."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Just before Chuck could leave his house, he heard a familiar, yet unwanted voice call his name. "Charles?"

"Yeah?" Chuck asked, walking into the living room where his father was sitting on the couch.

Bart gestured for Chuck to take a seat, "I thought we should talk," Chuck watched as his father searched for the correct words, for a way to have this conversation like a normal father and son would, but instead, he said, "I've been married before. And I do not need your permission."

Chuck stiffened at his words and immediately went on the defensive, "I never said you did," he paused, "Is that all? Because I actually have somewhere I need to be—"

Letting out a sigh, Bart shook his head. "Charles…you've seemed upset ever since you found the ring on Thanksgiving."

"Was it that obvious?" he asked, his words laced with sarcasm, and glared at him.

Bart returned the look and then said, "Your mother…" Chuck looked up at his father, shocked that he would bring her up. As far as he knew, Bart never spoke about her. Even right after it happened, when six-year-old Chuck would ask his dad why, he would just brush him off and find an excuse to either change the topic, or leave. "She died a long time ago."

"I know." He replied. The truth was, Chuck was pissed as hell. His dad had rejected him for his whole life, but now was more than willing to not only remarry and replace his mom, but also get two more kids to replace him. "Ten years ago…Is there a point to this?"

After briefly closing his eyes to collect his thoughts, Bart said, "I don't understand why you're making this so difficult, Charles."

"Me?" Chuck scoffed, "I'm not making anything difficult. You're the one who wanted to 'talk'…since when do we talk…about anything? Especially about Mom?"

Bart gave his son a confused look – Chuck was definitely flawed, but the one thing Bart was always proud of was the respect he had for him. Now it seemed like there was nothing to be proud of. "Charles," he started, "how is Lily different than anyone else I've married?"

"Why do you suddenly care about my opinion? Or anything having to do with me, for that matter."

"What?" Bart asked.

Sighing, Chuck stood up and said, "Forget it. I'm moving back into the suite. Enjoy your new family."

"Charles!" Chuck turned around when his father called after him and crossed his arm, waiting for him to say something. "I'm not good at this," he paused, "I'm the first to admit that I haven't been the best father…especially after your mother." Chuck just shrugged – he didn't want to show Bart any emotion. "I didn't know how to deal with it…and I didn't want you to tell me what you saw. I want to fix that."

Chuck rolled his eyes, "I'm not six anymore, Dad…I don't need to go over the gory details of finding my mother after she downed a bottle of Ambien." his voice was slowly escalating into a yell and was suddenly unable to control himself. It had been ten years and he was finally getting everything off of his chest, and, even though her knew he would regret it, he just couldn't stop. "I don't need my father to stop blaming me long enough to tell me that it wasn't my fault…"

"It wasn't." Bart told his son in shock. Sure, he knew that being forced to cope with Evelyn's death alone couldn't have been good for him, but he had absolutely no idea that Chuck blamed himself. In fact, part of the reason that he avoided talking to him about it was because he was afraid that Chuck blamed him. "I never thought it was."

This was getting way to personal for Chuck and he knew it. He was already starting to choke up and Chuck Bass did not cry, especially in front of Bart. So he took a moment to calm himself down and took the necessary time to suppress the tears that he felt coming. The two Bass men were way too preoccupied to hear the elevator ding and notice the three people step into the penthouse. "Like I said, I don't need you to tell me that anymore. I'm making this easy for you, Dad. I'm moving into my suite and letting you go off to your new family. Can't you just be grateful and leave it at that?"

Bart furrowed his eyebrows, "No," he said. "And I'm not 'going off to my new family'. How could you even think that?"

"How could I not?" Chuck shot back, now, losing all semblance of self-control. "You're selling the apartment! Mom's apartment! The only picture of her is the one in my room! And you expect me to be okay with you getting rid of the only memory of her? Especially when I'm the only one who even seems to care?!" Bart just stared at his son, completely speechless and after a few moments, Chuck looked at his watch and then let out a sigh – he was supposed to be over at Blair's forty-five minutes ago. "I'm going out." Chuck turned to make his way towards the elevator, but froze for a moment when he was the three van der Woodsen's standing there, looking at Chuck in shock. He just scoffed, "Perfect."

With that said, Chuck stormed past them and into the elevator…he needed to get out of there.

Chuck walked into Blair's room ten minutes later and found her sitting on her bed and, to his complete and utter shock, wearing sweatpants. Normally, Blair would never let anyone see her like that, but somehow, Chuck had a way of making her feel comfortable in her own skin, so she didn't really bother to put herself together after showering.

He loved how she looked when she didn't make an effort – it was like she only showed her true beauty to those who were worthy…and he was actually one of them. "You look beautiful," he said, despite how upset he was. She always had a way of making him relax. Blair just rolled her eyes and, figuring that she was pissed about having to wait for him, he added, "I know, I'm late…"

"It's okay," she told him softly, and Chuck looked at her, confused by how understanding she was, but the look on her face told him everything. "Serena called."

He shrugged, "Should have figured," he paused before looking into her eyes once again. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I never asked you to." Blair replied, as if it was that simple, and then pat the bed, letting him know to come sit next to her. Once he was seated, she said, "I have Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sabrina, Charade, and, because I'm so nice, and I happen to have a thing for Heath Ledger…I stole the Dark Night from Tyler's room."

Chuck couldn't help but laugh, he knew the only reason she was even considering watching that movie was because she knew he loved it. "I never knew you were into the Joker," he pointed out before standing up and putting the movie into her DVD player.

Blair smirked and walked over to him, and, once she was close enough, she wrapped here arms around him from behind. "What can I say? There is something very…appealing about the villain."

A smile started to form on Chuck's face and he led her back to the bed so they could lie down and watch the movie comfortably. It was obvious that she was referring to him as the 'villain', and it was beyond him how discussing something as insignificant as a movie could make him feel so much better.

Chuck was only half-paying attention to the movie – the smell of Blair's shampoo was way too intoxicating to ignore. So he started to run one of his hands through it while he was spooning with her. Blair found herself surprisingly engrossed in the movie. He then lightly kissed her neck and rested his head on top of hers, so their cheeks were pressed up against one another. Blair then took his hand, playing with his fingers and occasionally kissing one of them. It was extremely unusual for Chuck to be this intimate and close to someone without actually having sex, but it just seemed right for them.

They stayed like that until the movie ended, and even then, neither of them wanted to move. Chuck was afraid that the moment he did, reality would sink in and he would have to think about dealing with the repercussions of saying what he did to Bart. And Blair, she just didn't want the moment to end – it wasn't that she was glad that Chuck was having problems with his father, she just loved that he was willing to be so close to her. It proved that he actually cared about her just as much as she did about him.

"Thank you." He finally told her, and they both let themselves surrender into a deep slumber, still holding hands. And, although they would never admit it, they both were thinking the same think: they were falling in love.