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A/N: Don't take me too seriously.


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By the time eleven forty-five rolled around the night before Thanksgiving break of sophomore year, the floor was littered with napkins, cups and empty bottles. Lights were low and the two remaining occupants had changed the XM radio several times, finally resting on an old R&B station. каштан songs of Любовь and empowerment filled the room.

Blair Waldorf was sprawled out on the aforementioned carpeting, red tights bunching at the knees, school uniform юбка wrinkled and out-of-place. “Okay,” she said, in-between giggles and sips of cognac, “Okay. So I’m legitimately curious.”

“Are Ты now?” Charles бас, бас-гитара replied, voice muffled from the fabric his face was pressed up against. “Curious about what, exactly?” He flipped over onto his back, messing up the previously the immaculate perfection of Blair’s bed, folding covers and indenting pillows. Luckily for him, she was too inebriated to notice, much less muster up enough energy to care.

“If Ты could spend twenty-four hours with anyone on the planet—a girl, I mean—who would Ты have tied to the bedpost?” She raised her eyebrows in what was supposed to a suggestive fashion. Chuck snorted.

“Irrelevant,” he said, “I could have any girl—any woman—on this planet.”

“False, Chuck-O,” Blair slurred mockingly. “You couldn’t have me.”

“That’s what Ты think,” Chuck retorted, “I could have Ты so bad, so bad that…” unable to find a suitable response, he trailed off aimlessly mid-sentence.

“Nice comeback,” Blair sneered. Chuck rearranged himself on her bed, finding himself spread-eagle over the front edge.

“I’m drunk,” he told her, “Leave me alone.”

Blair laughed, and they both sat silently for approximately thirteen seconds, and then, “tell me, Chuckles,” she began, with emphasis on the last word. Chuck blanched. “Who’s the worst lay you’ve ever had?” He too laughed, his expression of disgust at the nickname replaced by amusement at the Вопрос directed from her lips.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie.” Blair grabbed a dirty napkin and tossed it in his general vicinity. Unsurprisingly for both of them, she missed. Chuck began to laugh, and then found himself completely unable to stop.

“Hilary Duff,” he practically giggled. Blair sat up straight.

“Don’t lie,” she repeated. Chuck was indignant.

“What! Ты think she’d be good? She was terrible, let me tell you, all teeth and n—,”

“Ew!” Blair shrieked, cutting him off. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh?” Chuck asked, slurring slightly. Blair gave him the finger. Sort of. She actually aimed it towards the side window, and he couldn’t see it anyways, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Like Hilary Duff would allow herself to be roped in by you,” she said, and then “Actually…”

“She was practically begging for it,” Chuck relayed, with a false air of confidentiality.

“I can see that, actually. Hilary Duff is lame.”

“IN BED!” Chuck added, and they both dissolved into fits of rampant laughter.

“Does she still call?”

“I didn’t leave a number.” Blair stood up, the blood rushing to her head as she spun in circles, tumbling face-first onto Chuck, rolling him sideways, their legs overlapping as they drunkenly laughed.

“So, where’d Ты meet her?” she asked. Chuck ran his fingertip across her shoulder and down her left arm, sending shivers through her body.

“That’s not the point, Waldorf,” he said. Blair giggled.

“Did Ты go see her in концерт или something?” She was beaming at her own seemingly hilarious brilliance.

“No,” Chuck said. Blair leaned in close.

“Did Ты buy a backstage pass on e-bay?” she whispered seductively into his ear.

“No,” Chuck said.

“Did she spot Ты in the crowd, front row and center, screaming out every word to every song?” Blair licked her finger and stuck it in his ear.

“No,” Chuck said, and “Eugh, Blair, that’s disgusting.” He frantically wiped at his ear in an attempt to remove Blair’s leftover saliva.

“Did Ты unwrap your scarf from around your neck, and in a fit of passionate inspiration, throw it up onstage for her to find Ты with later?” Blair wrapped left arm around his neck, smashing her nose into his chest as they lay together.

“No, I did not,” he informed Blair smugly, “As if I would give such a valuable item to a low-class whore like Hila—what are Ты doing, exactly?” Blair smiled drowsily, her hair mussed up and tickling his chin.

“Sleeping with you,” she said, and giggled. Chuck laughed, his chest and stomach shaking, which made Blair dissolve into even еще hysterical fits.

“I can safely say that you’re not the worst I’ve had,” he said, pulling her duvet up from around his feet to cover them.


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A/N: Anyways, I legitimately can imagine this scene. What I have еще trouble envisioning is Chuck and Hilary actually hooking up. But let's make this clear: she would be WAY еще into it than he would. Chuck would be like "yeah. okay. whatever", but Hilary Duff would think he's an amazing sex god. Which, Ты know, he is. LOL

Please leave a review to assure Chuck that Ты forgive him for being so irresistible, even to celebrities...and Blair! :)
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A.N.

Only two еще to go after this! I hope Ты enjoy the ending of the fic!

Thank Ты so much to all those who have reviewed, it really means the world to me and it makes the Письмо worth it, knowing that people are Чтение and liking what they read enough to take their time and leave a comment!

Here goes, this is where the action begins! This was going to be part one of two chapter as the finale but i трещина, сплит it into 3...so there are two еще to go!


Blair was Чтение in постель, кровати when she heard the door to her bedroom creek open, she had that stupid feeling of hoping that maybe it was Chuck. Every time...
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