Breaking Every Rule

For those of you that have already read this chapter, please re-read it. I cut it short because I wasn't happy with the ending. Nate will find out, but not in this chapter and not like that. I'll post another reminder at the start of chapter eight to make sure no one is confused.
Again...thanks for the great reviews and enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Seven: They Prefer His Suite

Blair grinned as she walked up to Chuck, fixing the collar of his shirt; it was an innocent enough gesture, but the way that she looked in his eyes when she did it put so much meaning into it, and it always made Chuck want to kiss her. So he did. He leaned towards her and roughly pressed his lips against his girlfriends, but Blair pulled back abruptly.

"Chuck!" she complained, even though it was obvious that Blair was enjoying the moment shared between them. "We can't be doing this right now! Dinner starts any minute and you have to make a good impression on my mom."

He rolled his eyes at her, "Why? She doesn't even know we're together."

"But she will eventually," Blair stated simply. "And it would be nice if she liked you when we actually decide to go public."

"Fine," Chuck groaned. "How do I make a good impression?"

A huge smile formed on Blair's face because she knew that he secretly wanted Eleanor to like him as well, which was one of the many reasons that she loved him. "Just be yourself…we want her to see the person that I see. But know sarcastic comments, sexual innuendos, and just for tonight, no scotch at dinner."

He rolled his eyes, "I thought you said I should be myself."

"I did…" Blair started; pausing to think of a way to may this clear to him. "I want you to be yourself…just a censored version."

Chuck was about to respond, but as soon as they heard the elevator ding, signaling that the rest of Chuck's family had arrived, Blair grabbed his hand and let him downstairs (of course, letting go before anyone could see them).

Dinner started out nicely: they discussed the upcoming union of Lily and Bart, business at Bass Industries as well as Waldorf designs, and life at Constance and St. Jude's. But about half way through the main course, things started to go to hell.

"So, Blair, what have you been up to lately?" Lily asked the girl that she thought of as a second daughter. "I know you and Nate are no longer together…is there anyone special in your life?"

Blair looked at Lily, surprised by her question, and paused for a second before letting at a smile and answering her. "Well," she started, as she felt Chuck's hand traveling up her thigh. "I'm not looking for anyone new, if that's what you're asking." She was satisfied with her answer – it wasn't a lie, and yet, it still kept everyone in the dark.

Apparently Chuck was satisfied with her answer as well, because, when she glanced over a him, there was a slight smirk on his face, and he continued his hand on it's journey upwards until he reached the la Perla's he surprised her with the other day and trailed his finger up and down the center. Blair shivered at the sensation, but passed it off as merely being cold. "Really Blair?" Lily continued to ask, "You're such a beautiful girl, I'm sure the guys are lining up."

Before she could respond, Chuck finally moved her underwear aside, and swiftly inserted a finger. Blair was successfully able to hide her reaction to him and was about to reply when he slipped a second finger inside her, and, in order to suppress a moan from escaping her mouth, she quickly took a bite of her chicken.

"Sweetheart," Eleanor said to her daughter with a raised eyebrow, "You shouldn't lie." Blair looked at her mother confused, so she clarified. "I think we all know that you have been seeing Charles lately." Both Chuck and Blair's eyes widened and Bart choked back his drink (his son and Blair Waldorf?!), and Eleanor continued to speak. "Well, I know that you haven't done a great job of sneaking around here, and I assume that you are just as successful when you go to Charles' home."

Realizing that they were caught red handed (literally), Chuck swiftly retreated his hand and then took a sip of his drink before smirking at his girlfriend's mother. "Actually, Ms. Waldorf, Blair and I don't go to my apartment...we prefer my suite."

"Chuck!" Blair glared at him and slammed her heel down on his foot. She then turned back to face everyone and said, "He's kidding." But as she looked around, it was clear that Lily was the only person surprised by the news of their relationship, so she sighed. "We haven't told anyone about us yet."

"My lips are sealed," Lily stated, and then looked around at everyone else, "and I'm sure that goes for everyone else as well, am I right?"

Everyone nodded, except for Eleanor, who looked towards Chuck and said, "Now, I hope you are using protection, because I am way too young to be a grandmother."

Blair was speechless, she just stared at her mother in complete shock, and Chuck choked on his water (he really was more like Bart than anyone realized). He had never had any interactions with a parent of someone he was sleeping with, especially not someone who he cared about…who he loved so much. Eric and Tyler on the other hand both snickered at the question, and waited for his future stepbrother to answer. After a few moments, Chuck cleared his throat and said, "Uh…yeah…of course."

Fortunately, Eleanor was satisfied with his answer – of course, she wasn't happy with the notion of her only daughter having sex, but at least she was being safe. She nodded before going back to her meal back to her meal, and slowly, everyone did the same. The awkwardness of the conversation lasted a while and they all ate in silence until Bart finally mustered up the courage to speak. Of course, he could only really think of one thing to talk about. "So, how long have you two been seeing each other?"

Chuck and Blair both glanced over at each other, not sure how to answer the question (was it since the night at Victrola? Her birthday party? When they finally decided to be a 'couple'?).

They both wanted nothing more than for this dinner to end. It had to be the most uncomfortable experience of their lives. Plus, how were they supposed to answer all these questions when they were trying to keep their relationship quiet? "A while." Chuck finally spoke, giving his father a look that was basically begging him to change the topic.

Getting the hint, Bart looked over at Serena. "What about you, Serena? How are things with that Humphrey boy?"

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"Oh my God." Blair announced as she fell back onto Chuck's bed (she decided to sleep over at the van der Bass'). "I can not believe that just happened."

Serena laughed at her best friend and sat down next to her while Eric took a seat at Chuck's, and Chuck roamed around the room. "Yeah; that was kind of…"

"Humiliating?" Blair finished her best friends sentence, and then threw her pillow at Chuck, causing him to turn around and look at her with a confused expression on his face. "And you! 'We prefer my suite?' Was that supposed to be some kind of a joke, asshole?!"

Chuck laughed and then sat down on the other side of Blair; he inched up closer to her ear, as if he was going to whisper something to her, but, instead, he started to nibble on it. "Don't pretend that you expected me to sugar coat it, princess," he stated, and his nickname for her sent chills up her spine. "And all of the sudden you're a prude? Just moments before I was—"

Blair cut him off as she hit him upside the head. "Yeah, lets talk about that, Chuck! What the hell is wrong with you?" Chuck smirked at her – he knew she was a little upset, but she wasn't angry enough take it any further than a little yelling (and some physical violence). But when she didn't immediately lighten up, he looked at her with 'the face'. It was the face that only Blair got to see. Sure, it wasn't an apology, but that look was his way of asking her not to be mad at him, and she couldn't help giving in.

She finally rolled her eyes at him and let out a sigh of defeat. "Thank you." He told her, and she smiled at him.

Eric and Serena watched this interaction completely lost – it was as if the two had a way of communicating without words. Witnessing this made Serena realize that this wasn't just Chuck playing her. She knew Blair loved him, but wasn't sure about Chucks intentions up until now. But seeing him look at Blair as if she was the most beautiful and perfect creature in the world told Serena that Chuck had developed something much more than just butterflies. A grin appeared on Serena's face and she looked at two of her best friends, "I can't believe I'm actually going to say this…but that was really cute, Chuck."

Chuck sent a harsh glare over to his almost stepsister, folded his arms over his chest, and them pouted, "Chuck Bass is not 'cute'."

Unable to control herself, Blair erupted in a fit of laughter, because, that might have been the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. "Oh my God…just listen to yourself, Bass. You're like a six-year-old."

"Oh really?" he quirked an eyebrow and then pushed her down onto the bed before crawling on top of her. "How many six-year-olds have you met that do this?" Chuck asked before pressing his lips against hers. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Blair knew that Serena and Eric were in the room, but she couldn't help but open her mouth, granting access for his tongue.

Neither of them noticed when Eric made a witty remark about leaving them to have sex, and telling them to 'use protection' before leaving the room with Serena.

After a while, Chuck pulled away and studied Blair's face: her lipstick was slightly smudged, her lips were swollen from making out, and she had that lust-filled look in her eyes. He smiled, "So…our parents know." Blair nodded, somewhat confused as to why he was stating fact. "Was it really as bad as you thought it would be? You know…Eleanor finding out and everything?"

"You tell me," she smirked. "I'm not the one she asked about our being 'safe'."

"Well," Chuck started, "We both know I take care of my business, don't we?"

Blair didn't answer; she just let him kiss her, and, after a few minutes, she pulled away from him. "I'm so proud of you." Chuck looked at her confused, and Blair clarified. "The business deal." He grinned and flipped her over so she was on top of him, straddling her waist. But instead of kissing him again, she climbed off of him causing Chuck sat up abruptly, confused as to why she would leave the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet, Waldorf."

She smirked at him. "I know. But I got you a present to congratulate you."

He quirked an eyebrow as he watched Blair go digging through her purse, "And what might I ask did you get me?"

"Me." Blair stated as she turned back to face him, dangling a pair of handcuffs in the air and started to slowly walk towards him. "I'm giving you me." Chuck's jaw literally fell to the ground as Blair shed her clothing and climbed onto the bed, lying flat on her back. She looked at him a little nervously – it had taken a lot for Blair to finally have the courage to do something like this – and she opened her mouth to speak. "You don't have to use them. I mean, it was just an idea…but the point is that I'll do anything you want tonight."

"Anything?" Chuck repeated, in shock.

Blair smiled, "Well, within reason. But yeah."

"Blair…" Chuck drawled out her name and started to kiss all over her body before taking the handcuffs and securing her to the bedpost. "This is the best present ever." She grinned and Chuck smirked back as he began to undress. "This, Blair Waldorf, is the best present ever."