A/N. I've finally promised myself to finish this story off by the end of the summer, so I can officially announce that there'll be a chapter coming at least every week. I feel really good about this one chapter in particular, so just go ahead, dive in and tell me what you think :)

C got more than he was asking for

"Eleanor," Bart Bass firmly nodded his head that was holding his iron face mimic and formally pressed his clenched lips against Eleanor Waldorf's cheek.

"Bart Bass," Harold Waldorf welcomed the guest, walking down the hallway, followed by his daughter Blair, who was perfectly dressed in a black Chanel lace dress just above her knee.

Chuck Bass who was unwillingly standing by his father's side with a slightly dull facial expression, felt a little bit more amused when his father handed Blair a small box wrapped in lilac velvet.

"Merry Christmas, Blair," Bart said as the box landed in Blair's hands. She decently smiled at the man but her smile didn't last longer than a few seconds.

"It's a specially designed bottle of Dior's J'adore perfume. Charles picked it out." Bart explained just to be polite and carelessly turned away from Blair to face her father, and that's why he didn't see the veins on Blair's forehead bulging out, after she'd seen Chuck's amused smirk on his face.

"Well, Marry Christmas to all," Chuck grabbed a glass of scotch when a waiter, carrying a tray of drinks, passed him by. He then raised his glass, looking Blair in the eye, and disappeared in the crowd, filling The Waldorf's living room.

Chuck was such a basshole. He knew and he made fun of her. Blair Waldorf was pretty sure that there's no one else in this entire world that she couldn't bare as much as she couldn't bare him.

"You can't catch me, Chuck," Five-year-old Blair Waldorf ran into her mother's boudoir, slamming the door behind herself.

"Serena," Chuck was yelling for help, knocking on the white wooden door, shut right in front of his face. He fixed his little purple bowtie and sighed, letting his hands fall at his sides.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Serena was tripping over the staircase, trying to catch her breath. Playing tag definitely wasn't exactly her idea of fun.

Chuck pointed his hand at the closed door in front of them, while still gasping for air. It was pretty clear that there was no competition for Blair Waldorf when it came to running.

"Where is she?" Serena finally got up from the stairs when her eyes weren't able to find the missing player.

"Shhh," Chuck put his little finger in front of his lips, making Serena stay quiet for a second.

"Oh," She said when an idea came to her mind. "Blair, we give up."

"Are you sure," There was no doubt that there was plenty of satisfaction in Blair's cute little voice.

"Yeah," Chuck joined in, when he had finally caught up with Serena's master plan. "We're tired. You win."

Serena couldn't help herself, but giggle silently with her face buried in her palms. This was going to be good.

"Ok, ok," Blair was turning the lock, "You had me at we give up."

As soon as Blair's silhouette appeared in the door frame, Chuck jumped right on top of her, making her lose her balance and fall down on the white, soft carpeting.

"Hey," Blair was feeling genuinely insulted. "You both tricked me."

Blair tried to get up but Chuck grabbed her arm, making her fall again. But this time she didn't land on the soft floor. She fell on Eleanor Waldorf's boudoir table.

It took less than half a second for Blair to realize what had happened. The scent of her mother's perfume filled the room and the shattered glass on her knees meant that she had destroyed a massive bottle of perfume that was her mother's favorite. She loved that scent; she would sneak in at night, sometimes trying it on, and dreaming about being like those actresses from the movies that she loved. Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, they all could be like Blair, and Blair could be like all of them.

She loved that scent; she used to love it. Even after days and days of taking bubble baths with her favorite dolls and Dorota steaming the carpet in Eleanor Waldorf's boudoir, the scent was still there. Blair no longer loved it; it seemed too strong and made her sick to her stomach every time she felt it in the air. In the end her mother had to give up her favorite perfume because of it. Chuck knew this story, oh, too well. And now he was using it to harass Blair even during Christmas. It might have seemed funny to him but in Blair's opinion it was childish and low, even for someone like him.

Chuck Bass was now inspecting the room, walking completely alone, except for the alcohol in his glass being his only partner in crime. He had always thought that Eleanor Waldorf's parties were dull and overly polite. What normal people would want to spend the Christmas Eve in a penthouse full of businessmen and socialites?

Nate, that lucky bastard, had gotten away from all this bull crap this year. He's now probably awkwardly smiling at beautiful French girls in Aspin, while his parents are skiing or whatever it is that they're doing. Chuck would've given anything just to be there for an hour, instead of trying not to embarrass his father, as Bart had strongly suggested, before they'd left The Palace Hotel.

For a second he thought that Serena was nowhere to be found but then her sweet, joyful laughter filled the room and he spotted her sitting on a sofa next to the Christmas tree, covered in weird glitter all over her messy hair. Sure, she was hot, but Chuck never understood what Nate's fascination was with her. For what he knew Serena was always somewhat drunk and dizzy; and when she was sober she was playing cute and trying not to make any enemies. Chuck Bass had no interest in people who couldn't speak their mind. Sometimes he was wondering about what's going on inside Serena's head. He could still remember, like it had happened only yesterday, how smart and thoughtful she was as a child. She was a nice person; a girl that he wanted to know. But now most of the time she just seemed somewhat shallow and her eyes had a blank stare in them from time to time. Blair always blamed Georgina Sparks and Lily van der Woodsen for everything that was wrong with her blonde best friend. Chuck didn't completely agree; there was obviously a deeper issue here but he most definitely wasn't going to try to be a shrink for her. Besides she barely even paid any attention to him anymore. He guessed that people just grow apart from each other, and there's nothing that you can really do about it.

But with Blair there was a completely different situation. She was always excited about what she was doing, and that's one of the reasons, why he'd gotten into scheming with her in the first place. Blair Waldorf was full of passion and lust for power. Chuck was one of the few people who knew what Blair was really like. She wasn't a good girl at all, and her endless act was pleasant for him to watch. Every time that she got mad at him, made him satisfied and somewhat happy. Her little outbursts and her censored swearing were like a good relaxation to Charles Bass. Each time he tried even harder to bring out those emotions from her, and each time she became more and more true to herself. Together they were like evil geniuses, ruling the Upper East Side. They were like Bonnie and Clyde of Manhattan's private schools. And as much as she hated him, she loved scheming and cheating with him by her side.

Chuck took a glimpse around the room a second time, only to find Blair carelessly throwing the gift box on the foyer table next to a vase of baby pink peonies. Peonies were Blair's absolute favorite, followed by hydrangeas on some occasions. He watched her go into the kitchen, so he decided to follow her out of the lack of entertainment at this party and his own curiosity.

But Chuck Bass got distracted after taking just a few steps; distracted by a 5''7 tall redhead, wearing an especially modest dress lenghtwise. He took a quick look at her, judging the situation. Red hair just above the shoulders, pouty lips with nude lipstick all over them, no lip gloss, C size cup and the only thing that was a little bit off was the cheesy red and white Christmas themed dress, hugging her slim body. He could work with that; he definitely could.

"I'm Chuck Bass," he said it slowly, lightly nodding his head as it was so obvious that she already knew who he was.

"I know," Dang, he was right. "I'm…"

"No need for names, honey," He interrupted her words. This action would normally be considered rude and arrogant but Chuck Bass somehow always managed to get away with pretty much just anything. He was a born natural at this hunting game. "Why don't we just go somewhere quieter?"

The girl just bit her lip and nodded her slim head. All the girls that Chuck Bass was talking to always felt enchanted by his voice and scent, losing their confidence and ability to talk and think straight.

He put his hand around her waist and guided her upstairs to the guest bathroom right next to Blair's bedroom. Upstairs was completely quiet; it was almost like they'd entered a completely different apartment compared to the rumbling downstairs.

Chuck opened the bathroom door and pushed off everything that was lying on the bathroom counters next to the sink. He took the girl in his arms and put her onto the counter without any effort. It was practically completely dark there but Chuck wasn't worrying about not finding his way around things. He knew what he was doing. He quickly unzipped his pants, then getting a condom out of his back pocket. There wasn't a time when he wasn't carrying one of those around. He was Chuck Bass after all; a man had to live up to his name.

He ripped open the condom with his teeth, holding it in one hand, while using the other one to slide into her underwear, just to make sure that she's ready. He indeed was a jerk but not that big of a jerk to go in completely dry.

With fast movements he threw on the condom and roughly pulled down the redhead's lace underwear. He didn't hesitate for a second longer and went for it, making the girl tremble a little bit as he entered her warm body.

The whole time he didn't say a single word to her but her moans broke up the silence every now and then. Chuck was rough; he wasn't rushing but he wasn't in a mood for a long distance run either. He was going strong, so after a while the girl was clenched with her both palms into the bathroom countertop, trying to keep her balance while Chuck was doing the whole work himself. After about fifteen minutes he was finished, which evoked a loud scream coming out of the girl's lips. He quickly reacted to the situation, throwing his hand in front of her mouth to mute the sound.

He pushed back, starting to fix himself up and the girl got off the counter, pulling up her underwear. They didn't even look at each other, and Chuck most definitely wasn't planning on saying something. After the deal was done, he wasn't the one to chit-chat or kiss anyone goodbye.

"That was ama…" The girl didn't have a chance to even finish her sentence, because Chuck was all zipped up and ready to return downstairs. He didn't give two shits about what she wanted to say.

"You can go now," He brushed her hands off of his and made her understand that he wasn't going to be seen together with her anymore.

"Whatever," she was clearly insulted, so she just turned around and left closing the door after herself.

Chuck waited a couple of minutes before he left the bathroom himself but something stopped him to his way downstairs. Blair's bedroom door was slightly open and he was absolutely positive to the fact that it was closed when he first passed it by. He sneaked a peek into her bedroom but there was no one there. He was almost ready to leave when he heard water running in bathroom inside of her room. Chuck was somewhat confused listening to the sound of the water, hitting the marble sink's surface, behind closed doors, when a couple of louder gagging sounds disrupted the calm flowing sound that he'd been listening to.

Charles Bass slowly opened the door, only to reveal a heartbreaking and miserable view to his eyes. There she was, Blair Waldorf, leaned over the toilet seat, holding her beautifully glowing hair in one hand, having the other one pushed down her throat. She immediately turned around, realizing that there's someone else in the room.

"Oh my god," She had a terrified look all over her face when she saw Chuck standing behind her, looking down on her clenched body with an empty gaze in his eyes.

"Blair," he whispered, not knowing what to say or do. Should he try to comfort her? Should he just leave? Should he tell someone? He had no idea what to do in such of a situation.

Chuck slowly sat down on the floor a few inches away from her, leaning against the white bathtub. He felt the need to do something, so he put his hand on her head and tried stroking her hair, when she immediately shook his hand off of her. Crap. He was making everything even worse.

"What do you want me to do?" Blair swallowed hard and spoke up, looking away from him.

Was she for real? Did she really think that he would try to gain some sort of personal benefit from this situation; did she think that he would try blackmailing her? At that exact moment Chuck's heart broke a little. Was he really such of a cold-hearted monster in her eyes? How could she forget that he was always the one to help her get up when she fell down running around when they were kids; how could she forget all those times when they tricked Dorota, stealing the freshly washed sheets and building a safe shelter out of them in her closet; how could she forget that he was her friend who would never do anything to actually hurt her?

"Blair, I don't want anything from you," he tried once more to put his hand on her tiny body but this time she didn't shake it off anymore. "We're the Non-Judging-Breakfast-Club, remember?"

"You have to promise not to tell anyone then, ok?" She tried smiling at him. "It's really not as serious as it looks. I've only done it a couple of times; it's not that big of a deal. I don't want for anyone to get worried over nothing."

He didn't believe a single word that she said, but something deep down inside of him, made him give that promise to her; a promise that he would later on regret too many times in his life.

"I promise," he wiped away a single tear that was resting on her cheek and took her under his arms. For that night they weren't Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass; they were just two kids who needed each other.

Love, I have wounds,

Only you can mend,

You can mend.

I guess that's love,

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

Feel, my skin is rough,

But it can be cleansed,

It can be cleansed.

And my arms are tough,

But they can be bent,

They can be bent.

And I wanna fight,

But I can't contend.

I guess that's love,

I can't pretend,

I can't pretend.

-Tom Odell-

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