Breaking Every Rule

Chapter Four: Anything For You

Chuck walked into the Chief Executive Magazines 's annual CEO of the Year party – of course, this wasn't an event that he was normally invited to, but this year, the magazine had chosen to honor the one and only Bart Bass. The truth was, Chuck hadn't spoken to his father since their argument over a week ago, and he was very hesitant about actually showing up tonight, but in the end, Nate, Blair, and even Serena had persuaded him to go (separately, of course). But now that he was there, he wasn't so sure it was the best decision.

However, a smile instantly formed on his face when he spotted Blair standing by the bar with her best friend, who, thankfully, was the one person who he didn't have to hide their relationship from. So he walked over to them and squeezed his way in between the two. "Blair," he greeted her, trying to ignore the butterflies that started to flutter every time he saw her – they were in public, and couldn't risk a Gossip Girl sighting. He then glanced over at Serena, pretending she had absolutely no idea about his fight with Bart. "Sis."

"Sis?" Serena asked with a questioning eyebrow raised. "Since when am I your sister?" Her words caused Blair to glare at her. Did she really have to be so mean about it, especially when she knew that he was having a hard time with the whole Lily-Bart situation. Apparently, Serena read her mind because her face instantly softened, "Chuck…I didn't mean to upset you."

He scoffed. "You didn't."

Both Blair and Serena decided not to mention that they knew he was lying; in a lame attempt to change the topic, Blair said, "So…" drawing the word out, "Serena and I went shopping today." Blair lowered her voice a little and Serena made a disgusted face, knowing what was going to come out of her best friends mouth next. "I got you a present."

"Oh really?" Chuck asked, smirking. "And what kind of present might that be?"

"The kind I wear," she said seductively. "And if you're good, you can unwrap it later."

He opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as soon as he noticed Nate walking over. "Nathaniel!" he greeted with fake enthusiasm. Sure, Nate was his best friend…just not when Blair was around. "And Brooklyn?" he asked when he saw Dan walking next to him.

Serena grinned and gave Dan a quick kiss. "Since when do you guys hang out?"

"Oh…" Nate started, "I went into this café in Brooklyn after visiting my Dad in rehab and Dan was there, so we just hung out."

"Yeah," Dan laughed, "And he's not as much of an idiot as I originally thought."

Nate and Serena both laughed, but Chuck stayed silent and Blair rolled her eyes, as if to say that, of course, Nate was an idiot. He then looked over at his ex-girlfriend and awkwardly smiled. "Hey, Blair."

"Nate." She greeted, "Long time no see." The awkward conversation was prevented when a man stepped up to the podium on stage, introducing Chuck's father to accept the award. They all watched as Bart made his way on stage, placing down his speech on the podium before speaking.

"Thank you. I am so honored to be here today to accept this years CEO of the Year Award. I would like to thank those who chose to give me this award, as well as everyone who has worked for Bass Industries – all of whom have played a crucial part in helping to make the business such a success." Bart quickly glanced around the room, and a surprised look appeared on his face when he spotted his son standing there – he truly hadn't expected him to show up. He then folded up his speech and placed it back in his pocket before delivering a completely unexpected speech.

"The New York Times recently published an article on my receiving this award. They said, and I quote "More towers than Trump, more bucks than Bloomberg. Bart Bass definitely made his mark on Manhattan. But the real story is always the one happening in private – away from the headlines." The reality to this statement is the reason that I've always tried to keep my personal and family life separate from my work. But, I've recently realized that doing so is impossible, because, as much as my employees and business associates have helped me reach this level of success, I couldn't have done it if I wasn't motivated. I was self-motivated until I met my late wife."

Bart paused, still looking at his son, who was in complete shock, and was pretty sure that he was imagining this whole thing. But he was too absorbed in the speech to ask the people around him if they heard it too. So he continued to listen as his father started to speak again.

"Having her to believe in me, inspired me to work even harder, and made me determined to give her everything she could ever ask for…although she never really asked for anything. But the greatest gift she gave me was my son, Charles. After her passing, I became even more determined to give him every opportunity in the world. Of course, I've made mistakes along the way, both in my family life, and with the company, but I ultimately believe that I did a good job in raising my son, as well as Bass Industries. Thank you."

While the crowd applauded at his, unexpected, yet incredible speech, Nate, Blair, and Serena looked over at Chuck, who was still staring at his father. Bart gave a glance towards his son and nodded, hoping he had gotten the message across. He realized that he had when he saw Chuck smile a little bit, and nod back. After that exchange, they both went back to their previous actions, brushing off what had happened…they were Basses, after all.

~*~*~*~*~

The moment Blair walked out of her AP Calc class, she felt a strong hand grab her wrist and pull her into a vacant hallway. Before she could even react, Chuck had turned her around so her back was pressed up against the wall and he kissed her. "I've missed you."

Blair moaned into his mouth. "Well, we'll just have to do something to fix that, won't we?" Blair asked with a smirk. Chuck let out a deep groan and placed his hands on her waist before kissing her again.

He had canceled their plans after the party on Saturday order to speak with his father. Of course, Blair understood that, but it was Wednesday now, and this she had missed him. But, even if she wanted to, Blair was in absolutely no position to grant him any…sexual favors for the next five to seven days. She pulled away from him. "But not yet."

Chuck furrowed his brow in confusion. She had just been so into their little make out session, and now she didn't want to be with him? What was with her? But then it hit her – she had to be playing around with him, so he smirked and said, in that deep, raspy voice that always sent chills up her spine, "Please, Blair. I've been craving you."

She chuckled and lightly pushed him off of her, "As tempting as that sounds, I think I'm going to make you suffer. No sex until further notice."

As soon as she started to walk away, Chuck grabbed her arm and pulled her back, looking at her desperately. The truth was, he didn't just miss the sex, he missed her as well. He missed spending time with her. So he let out a sigh and then said, "Fine. No sex. Just come over after school. We can watch a movie or something." Blair looked at him skeptically, unsure of whether or not she could trust him to not seduce her. When he noticed this, he said, "I promise…just a movie."

~*~*~*~*~

Blair showed up at Chuck's suite exactly one hour after school ended, but, no matter how hard she tried to rid herself of the feeling, she just couldn't help herself from worrying that Chuck would seduce her – she never really had too much self control when it came to him. She stood in front of the door, seriously considering turning around and going home, but before she could make a run for it, the door opened.

"Blair," Chuck drawled, holding the door open for her. "Come in." She just rolled her eyes and strutted past him. After sitting down on the couch she glanced over at him, and reading her mind, Chuck held up a DVD. "Roman Holiday?"

A grin formed on her face as Chuck started the movie and then covered them both with his cashmere blanket. Blair found herself resting her head on his shoulder, and, as much as she hated to admit it, the butterflies in her stomach just wouldn't stop fluttering.

Problems only started to arise when he placed his hand on her knee. It was an innocent enough gesture, so Blair didn't make anything of it. Even Chuck Bass could be affectionate without doing anything sexual…right? "You look so hot today…" Chuck drawled as he moved his hand to rest right above her knee, on her lower thigh, and began to lightly massage the area.

"Chuck…" Blair warned, "I'm leaving if you don't stop." He could sense the hesitation in her voice, and Chuck was sure that Blair wanted this as much as he did, so he just shook his head, as if to tell him that he knew she wouldn't, and started to kiss her neck. "Seriously, Bass." Blair kept saying, trying harder and harder to suppress her moans. Why did he have to be so god damned irresistible? "You need to stop."

"No." He told her in a husky voice. "Just go with it, Blair. We both know it's inevitable."

Blair sucked in a deep breath when she felt his hand travel up her skirt – this couldn't be happening. She had to find a way to get him to stop before this went to far. "Please, Chuck." She whispered, but something made her part her legs ever so slightly. "You're going to regret this."

He smirked as he finally pulled her panties to the side. "Now why would I re—" Chuck stopped mid-sentence when he felt it, and he finally understood why she was so hesitant. In all his years of womanizing, he had never been forced to deal with something like this. It was as if time was frozen for the both of them – they had no idea how to react to the situation, but Chuck finally pulled his hand from out of her skirt. "Oh…" he stated, as if it was that simple.

Blair's eyes widened as she snapped out of her daze and she stood up abruptly. "Oh my God." She covered her face with both of her hands. "I…" she paused before peeking up at him and, to her surprise, he didn't look disgusted, just very, very confused. "I should go."

"No." Chuck stood up and grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving, and Blair looked down at it, surprised that he would even touch her after what had just happened. "I mean…you don't have to leave. We can just…forget about it, right?"

She eyed him for a moment, studying his face for any sign of sarcasm. She couldn't find any, but still – there was absolutely no way she could be there right after that. "Right…" Blair started, and then started talking faster than she ever had before to make sure that Chuck had no opportunity to interrupt, "but I really should be going. I have a lot of work to do and Eleanor gets back from Paris tonight. I'll just see you later." By the time she finished her sentence, Blair was already out of the door, and only allowed herself to take a breath once she was safely out of his sight.

Blair immediately rushed into an elevator and hopped in a cab (ew) back to her penthouse. Meanwhile, Chuck hadn't moved from where he stood in his suite since Blair left – he knew that Blair was probably humiliated, but it wasn't really her fault. On some level, it was kind of flattering that she didn't have the will power to actually stop him from taking things to the next level, and when he really thought about it, he was to blame for the whole situation. He really should have listened to her, but he just wanted her so badly.

And now, his inability to control his raging teenage hormones resulted in him possibly screwing up the best thing that has ever happened to him. Chuck knew that he should deal with the situation and go talk to her, but it was too damn awkward. He stayed like that until a knock on his door snapped him out of his train of thoughts.

"Nathaniel." Chuck greeted as he opened the door, acting as if he didn't just go through the most uncomfortable experience of his life. "What can I help you with?"

"The strangest thing just happened…I was on my way up here and I saw Blair rush out of the elevator…she looked like she just saw ghost or something." He paused, pondering what could have happened for a moment. "Was she here?"

"No," Chuck lied, "She was probably with Serena. They're always fighting."

Nate nodded, "Yeah…especially now." Chuck raised a questioning eyebrow and Nate clarified, "I mean, whenever Blair's PMSing, she's a huge bitch." He still looked at his best friend confused, as if to ask Nate how he knew when it was Blair's time of the month. Understanding his silent question, Nate responded, "We dated for years…you kind of just figure things like this out…plus, her boobs are bigger."

Chuck had noticed that her chest was more prominent, but he just assumed she was wearing a push-up bra. He couldn't help but want to say something to Nate about looking at his girlfriend's breasts. Then again, she wasn't exactly his 'girlfriend' and they weren't public about their relationship, so he decided it would be better to just keep his mouth shut.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been two days since the 'incident', and Blair was still avoiding Chuck. She had neglected to show up to their mid-day rendezvous in his limo and hadn't answered his three phone calls and five texts (not that he was counting or anything). But, finally fed up with the whole situation, Chuck made the decision to suffer through the uncomfortable conversation and confront her. So he marched into her room after school and found her lying on her bed, flipping though a magazine. "You've been avoiding me, Waldorf."

Blair scoffed, "I have not. I've just been busy."

He smirked, "I can tell…Vogue taking up all your time, B?" She rolled her eyes and he continued. "Someone's acting a little bitchy today. Is it that time of the month, B?"

"Is that a joke, Chuck?!" Blair hissed at him and then stood up to open the door for him, suggesting that he should leave, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back before she could. "The other day was humiliating enough. I'm not going to just stand here while you mock me about it."

"Okay," Chuck sighed. "Fine…I'm sorry. But…we should seriously just forget about it. I don't even care." Blair just looked at him skeptically – it amazed her how he could be so much more relaxed about the situation than she was. "And they say absence makes the heart grow fonder…so as soon as you let me know that we can be together…it'll be so much more amazing."

A slow smile etched its way onto Blair's face and she let out a little laugh. She was being a little ridiculous about the whole situation. And it wasn't like it didn't happen to every single girl in the world. Plus, Chuck cared about her so much that he made the first move to resolve their problem. He laughed as well and touched his forehead to hers. "Fine."

Chuck lightly kissed her lips. "I brought something for you." Blair quirked an eyebrow, unsure what he could have gotten her, but she was excited nonetheless, so she held out her hand and her jaw dropped when she saw the gift. Her jaw dropped and she threw it back at him – clearly, she had amazing aim because it hit him right in the middle of his head. Despite the pain, Chuck broke out in laughter. "I'm sorry…I couldn't help myself."

"You bought me tampons, Chuck?! I hate you!" Blair yelled at him.

Instead of indulging her, a slow smile formed on his face. "No you don't."

"Yes I do." She deadpanned. "You're disgusting and I hate you."

Before she could say anything else, Chuck walked closer to her and then gently kissed her. It was different than any kiss they have ever experienced; it was sensual, their tongues moved in sync and, although ever other time they've made out had been amazing, it just felt like this was an expression of their feelings towards one another. "What were you saying?" Chuck finally asked.

"Huh?" she responded wit her own question. As much as Blair wanted to, she couldn't even form words. But, finally, she was able to gather her thoughts. "How do you do that?"

"How do I do what?"

Blair looked down before looking back up into his eyes. "How do you go from being a complete ass to…this person?" Chuck quirked an eyebrow, letting Blair know that he didn't understand who 'this person' was, so she clarified. "It's like you act like my…my boyfriend. And I don't know if you can do that. Because then I'll start to think of you that way."

"Is that really such a bad thing?" Chuck asked in a low voice – the kind of voice that made the butterflies in her stomach start to flutter again.

She sighed, "Yes. Because then it'll hurt even more when you decide to be the old Chuck Bass again. I'm not your girlfriend, Chuck, and you can't act like I am."

Chuck placed his hand under her chin and then gently lifted up her face so she was looking in his eyes. "What if I want to do more than just act like you're my girlfriend? What if I actually want you to be my girlfriend? What then, Blair?"

Sure, Blair knew that she should say something, but, the truth was, she was completely speechless. So she just stood there for a moment trying to collect her thoughts. That was when she noticed Chuck's face fall – he had assumed that she was going to reject him, so she just let out a little laugh. "Only you would buy a girl tampons and ask to be her boyfriend over the course of two minutes." Chuck smirked, catching on to what she was saying, and, before he could so much as open his mouth to respond to her, she had her kips pressed against his.

After a making out for a little longer than it should have, given Blair's inability to have sex with him, Chuck felt himself harden. A slow smirk formed on Blair's face when she realized this and she reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he quickly pushed her off. "Are you trying to kill me, Blair?"

"No…" Blair replied with a smirk, "But just because you can't provide pleasure to me yet, doesn't mean that I can't give you a hand." A low groan emitted from Chuck's mouth when she finally unzipped his pants and stroked him. "You'll just have to make it up to me in a few days."

"Anything for you." He told her, in complete and utter bliss.