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When Blair woke up, her head was pounding and she had no idea where she was.

She opened her eyes, flinching - then relaxed as she breathed in a familiar scent.

She was in Chuck's bed.

But how the hell had she got here?

And what had happened last night?

She struggled, in vain, to remember.

"Chuck?" she called hoarsely. "Chuck?"

Chuck put down the coffee he'd been making and went straight into the bedroom as he heard his girlfriend's voice.

"Blair." He was instantly at her side.

She suddenly felt much calmer.

He sat down next to her, voice gentle, wrapping his hand round hers.

"How are you feeling?" He kept his tone casual, hiding his concern, though he studied her carefully.

She was still a little pale.

After he and Humphrey had put her to bed and Humphrey had left, he'd stayed up. Pretty much the whole night, keeping an eye on her.

"My head hurts," she mumbled.

He handed her a glass of water from the bedside table, followed by two pills.

She frowned, suddenly realising there was what looked like the entire contents of the medicine cabinet on the table.

He followed her gaze.

"What?" he said, defensive. "I wanted to make sure everything was to hand."

No, he had not been panicking. Chuck Bass did not panic.

Ok, if Blair's safety was at risk, he maybe panicked a little.

He helped her swallow the pills, rubbing her back as she winced.

"What happened?" she asked at last.

His eyes never left hers, pursing his lips. "How much do you remember?"

She shook her head. "I went to the party," she said slowly. "I had some awful champagne." She pulled a face. "Definitely not Dom."

Yes, Blair would remember that.

Suddenly, she paled. It was coming back to her now. She remembered. Chuck could tell, from how still she'd gone.

"Oh God," she muttered. "Paul Hoffman... is not gay. Humphrey was...right?" She looked at Chuck in horror.

He pulled her into his arms, hugging her, kissing the top of her head.

"Nothing happened," he promised, squeezing her. "Nothing."

"And Paul-"

"Is never going near you again. Unless he wants to die."

Blair buried her face in Chuck's chest. For a long time, she huddled in his arms as he soothed her. She was safe.

Eventually, Blair sat up, looking at him as she remembered something else.

"Was Humphrey there?"

Chuck paused.

"Maybe."

"Did he...save me?" She cringed at the idea.

Chuck glowered.

"Well," he snapped, "If he hadn't left you by yourself in the first place, none of this would have happened. You need to choose better friends. That's the last time I'm letting him accompany you to anything."

He glared at her, and Blair raised an eyebrow back.

"Chuck?" she asked gently, sweetly, hiding a smirk now. "Are you...jealous?" She couldn't quite believe it, but his immediate scowl confirmed it.

"Of Humphrey?" he spat. "Don't be ridiculous."

She shrugged.

"Fine. Well, I better get dressed. I need to see him and thank him."

So saying, she stood up.

But Chuck caught her waist, throwing her off balance and tugging her back down to him.

"You haven't thanked me yet."

She wriggled out if his embrace. "I'd rather thank Dan."

She stopped, then. Ew. Ok, that had sounded slightly ridiculous. She'd gone too far.

Chuck looked at her.

He knew it too.

He smirked.

She pulled a face back. "Fine. At the very least, I need to return his script."

Ha.

But Chuck's mouth twitched.

"Actually, Humphrey left a note for you. He found your purse."

He handed her the folded sheet of paper.

Blair knew, even before she'd read it, that her purse would now be empty.

The note read:

Consider us even.

She glared. She may no longer have needed the script - but Dan had stolen it. He'd gone through her purse!

"Still want to thank him?" Chuck asked smugly.

Blair scowled at him.

Then she smiled, devious.

Wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Actually," she murmured, "I kind of respect Humphrey even more now."

Teasing.

Chuck's grip tightened.

"He dressed Cedric in flannel," he countered, kissing her.

Blair laughed.

"I can't believe you were jealous....Of Dan Humphrey."

"I was not jealous. But from now on, Waldorf, I'm always your date."

"Whatever you say, Bass."

And, grinning, she kissed him back.