A/N: Wow, it’s been killing me to not write anything this week….and this is literally going to be like the last weekend for me to really write a ton, since I’m going back to school on Monday. *sigh* So…I hope you enjoy the fics I’ve been composição literária over the last mês or so. I will try to update all my stories as often as possible, but it’s going to be a bit mais difficult since I’ll have to concern myself with school most importantly. I REFUSE to slack off like I did last semester. Unfortunately this means you won’t get too many updates…at least not until the weekends…and probably only one….maybe 2 or 3 if you’re lucky. ;) Just a forewarning.
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*Remember these fics are just previews of stories to come. They are not connected in any way…and not necessarily the WHOLE chapter. Just previews. ;p
*DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my own imagination. ;) God Bless Josh Schwartz. He’s a freaking genius.
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Idea 4 (Mr. Brightside)-“We’re Inevitable, Waldorf” What if Chuck had fallen for Blair after just a single kiss in the back of his limo? What if he HADN’T taken her virginity? …at first.
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    The quiet rummaging around of Dorota was all that Chuck could hear as he exited the Waldorf elevator. It was too early for him to be out and about, but he could hardly sleep…much less think straight. A visit to Blair’s was all he could to do to prevent a meltdown.
    Yes. A Chuck baixo meltdown. Yet to be seen. But often thought about.
    He saw a flash of Eleanor pacing in a room down the hall. She was tossing some newspaper about and he was pretty sure he heard the words ‘complete disaster’ exit her mouth mais than once. And if he wasn’t mistaken ‘Archibald’ was mixed in with the whole jumbled mess too. He jumped at that, but before he had time to think about it anymore, or even lean in to eaves drop on the woman’s crazy talk, Dorota came in a rush to greet him.
    Wide eyed and forcing a sweaty smile, she stuffed the dusting brush behind her. “Mr. Chuck?” she asked, hesitantly. And his vision was brought to hers in a swift, easy movement.
    His mouth slowed into a charming grin. “Dorota,” he said, taking her hand in his own and beijar the knuckles.
    “Mr. Chuck!” she pulled back her hand and went to grab the duster. She was clearly blushing and Chuck could not contain the quiet laughter that had erupted from him, as he raised his eyebrows slightly in amusement.
    He was about to say something else, as it seemed the maid was leaving the room…hardly asking why he had come in the first place, but she muttered a few words as she climbed the elegant stairwell, and that was all the confirmation he needed.
    “I tell Miss Blair.”
    He had chuckled softly again. “Thank-you, Dorota.”
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    “Chuck!” Blair exclaimed, finding the unkempt teenage boy at the edge of her cama when she exited her bathroom. She was cleaned and freshly primped for the day, but this was the last thing she was expecting.
    Obviously, Chuck had not had the patience to wait for Miss queen to finish her morning routine.
    When he said nothing, she continued, crossing to her vanity to finish adjusting her perfect curls. “You know, I’m not deaf. I heard when Dorota called to tell me you were here,” she rolled her eyes, thinking he hadn’t noticed.
    But he had.
    “Don’t sound too happy to see me,” he began. And he’d be damned if she could sense the hurt in his voice.
    She spun around. “Sorry,” her face crumbled slightly, but not enough to make a distance. “I-I’ve had a lot on my mind,” she sighed, crossing over to the little mesa, tabela beside her bed.
    Ruby ring. On her finger.
    Just like always.
    Chuck sighed. “About last night…”
    The pressure on the cama shifted. She had sat down, and had also no doubt sighed once he had begun to talk.
    “I don’t want to talk about it,” the confidence was back in her voice, and it was HIS turn to roll his eyes.
    She wasn’t going to make this easy, was she?
    “Look, Blair,” he turned to face her, but she was already staring him dead in the face.
    “No, Chuck. I don’t remember much about last night, but…I don’t think I want to. Drinking. Stripping to a mere slip and dancing seductively at your poor excuse for a strip joint?!” her voice was rising, but he knew it was at her own insecurity. Insulting him was only a way to reassure herself.
    Not that she should need reassuring.
    She was beautiful.
    Chuck cursed himself for dwelling on that last thought too long. He had never EVER thought of Blair as anything other than Nate’s girlfriend, an amazing scheming partner, and a hell of a girl friend. A girl that was a FRIEND. That was all. She was always off limits. Did it have to change only twenty minutos after she had broken it off with her boyfriend of nearly a decade? Well…it didn’t change in real life. Not to anyone else. But to him…it was a world of difference. He gulped.
    Silence. There was too much of it. He should stop thinking. At least not while Blair was there expecting him to say something….or do something…or act OUTSIDE of his head.
    So, he smirked, and she scoffed at him.
    Back on track.
    “Sounds like you remember mais than you’d like to admit,” he drawled.
    “Ugh. You say it like something happened between the two of US,” she muttered.
    He opened his mouth…
    She doesn’t remember.
…but then shut it again. And she noticed.
    She always noticed.
    Her eyes flashed to him, and something amongst evil, impatience and fear rested in them. And they widened on realization.
    “Oh God, no. Please don’t tell me we did anything last night,” she was panicking. And he didn’t know why it would have been such a bad thing.
    Oh right. Notorious womanizer. Might cause some panic.    
    “If YOU can’t remember, then OBVIOUSLY it wasn’t anything that significant,” he stated simply.
    She scoffed. “Please. Why else would you be here, if not to rub something highly dispicable that I happened to succumb to…in my face?”
    “We kissed,” he spoke slyly, and watched as her nose scrunched up in disgust.
    “Ugh. I hope I didn’t stick my tongue down your throat,” she spat, walking across her room to glance again into her walk in closet. Headband…or no? He never knew.
    He nodded knowingly though, and stood up to cruz the room as well. Staying a seguro distance from her. He knew a slap was coming, and wanted to brace himself. If only a little.
    “As delightful as that may have been, you had other things on your mind.”
    She turned her head towards him and quirked an eyebrow. “Such as?”
    “Such as sleep,” he stated, visibly annoyed at what must have transpired between them the night before.
    Blair had to hide her face in her closet again to keep the giggles from escaping.
    “And…and drool.” He made a face, and Blair whipped her head out again just in time to see it. Her face flushed red at Chuck baixo not being able to devirginize her because she had fallen asleep after a barely kiss and drooled on him. It was a thought that was funny, true. But it was also embarassing, and Blair Waldorf would not let him see her flush red on his account.
    Once she had finally retrieved the proper headband, she came completely out of her closet to stand seguinte to him, unintentionallly, in front of her vanity. She tried the headband a few different ways, splaying her curls about, before officially giving up on it, and tossing it in the topo, início right drawer. She looked at Chuck then, who had remained silent and was staring at a darkened spot between the floor and the wall. He was contemplating something. If only she could tell what that might have been.
    “Aww, Bass,” she put a rough couple of fingers on his shoulder for an instant, grasping his attention. “Don’t tell me you’re upset you couldn’t sleep with me?” she asked, incredulously, passing him by. “I mean, how classy would THAT have been? Losing my virginity to Chuck baixo in the back of a limo?!” She laughed at the thought.
    The mood had easily shifted though, and he turned his shining eyes to her.
    “You’ll get your turn,” he spoke slowly. And seductively, stepping towards her.
    “You disgust me,” her eyes narrowed. But his somewhat saddened, sensitive attitude had completely vanished. Here he was again. In the flesh. Chuck Perverted Bass.
    “I only cleared away before because you were always Nate’s. But you’re free game now, Princess.” He was leaning in closer, and it only intensified the uncomfortable feelings.
    “I’m still Nate’s!” she snapped, pushing him away. He rolled his eyes and turned away momentarily, glancing at her abandoned vanity, and the still open drawer. “He just needs to get his head out of the clouds,” she grumbled.
    A light chuckle escaped him. “Or out of Serena,” his eyes raised at his own muttering.
    “What?!”
    And just like that his eyes were on her again. And he was smiling like a lovesick idiot.
    “Nothing,” he said, slowly.
    Blair glared at him, pouting her supple lips, and as much as he tried to imitate her adorable actions, his grin only widened, and that did not tame HER fires. He did not plan on it though.
    “Fine,” she gave in, leaning against the mural beside her bedroom door. “Why are you here anyways? Last I checked, no whores lived in this household.”
    “Does breakfast ring a bell?” he asked. Like it was the most obvious point in the world.
    “No,” she said, confused, but hardly showing it. She shook it off. “And besides, I can’t.”
    He quirked an eyebrow.
    “I have to get ready for my party tonight.”
    He gaped at this. It wouldn’t start for another twelve hours or so.
    “And…of course, stopping at the jeweler’s to put some pieces on hold for Eleanor and Na—”
    “Nate?!” he asked, incredulously, turning to face her completely.
    She followed suit. “Nobody knows that Nate and I broke up, and it’s going to stay that way so I can fix this,” she spoke, determined, while turning the handle on the door and gesturing for him to leave.
    “Aren’t you the loyal girlfriend,” he said, ignoring her signals. “…oh wait, you’re not. You broke up.”
    She fumed, gesturing once again.
    “Loyal ex-girlfriend? A little desperate, don’t you think?”
    She huffed at him. “Good-bye, Chuck,” she waved her arm in a dramatic movement to the hallway.
    “No breakfast?” he asked innocently.
    “Good-bye!”
    SLAM.
    Now he was in the hallway.
    He had been kicked out of Blair Waldorf’s bedroom.
    And a glaring Dorota was peering at him from the base of the stairs.
    It wouldn’t be the first time.
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A/N: oi all! I hope you enjoyed this one. I had a lot of fun with it. =) *proud* I don’t know what got a hold of me to make it so long…but you seemed to enjoy my little previews when they were longer, so I kinda let my imagination run loose a little bit. ;p Hope you enjoyed it. Please review! =D