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Who: Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass
What: Blair is not happy with dream!Chuck
When: Backdated: End of April
Where: Victrola
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete

Chuck was the last person Blair wanted to see at the moment. Chuck was the last person Blair wanted to see at the moment so what was she currently standing outside of Victrola? Because while she was mad at him, purely for what he’d done in the dreams, she wanted to know if it had hurt when Marcus had punched him. If he had woken up with a welt and had to endure multiple questions about what had happened. She was sure that he probably made up some crazy story, because telling someone else that he had been punched in a dream would likely cause them to think he was crazy. Unless they were a dreamer of course, but what were the odds of that happening?

Taking a deep breath, Blair tossed her hair over her shoulder and headed inside the same door she’d gone through the last time she had come by during the day. She knew there was a chance that Chuck wouldn’t be there, but she was fairly confident that he would be and that this wouldn’t be a wasted trip.

Chuck was trying to spend less time at Victrola. Let Pam have more control. Which she did, but when Chuck was around the employees often looked to him as the boss instead of Pam. However sometimes he couldn’t help himself. Victrola was his favorite business endeavor and he enjoyed going to just watch the dancers rehearse and make sure his bartenders were up to snuff with their drinks. And yeah he enjoyed the drinking as well.

Which was precisely what he was doing when Blair walked in. His employees knew better than to kick her out by now even if the club wasn’t technically open yet. He was sitting on one of the couches watching the dancers and motioned for Blair to come join him.

Stopping in front of hi once she’d spotted Chuck, Blair crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down, “I’m not staying long.” She felt her heart rate rise slightly as she looked at him, part of her wanting to join him on the couch and kiss him, but at the same time, she was mad at him. She knew it was irrational to be mad at him for what was happening in the dreams, but she simply couldn’t help it, “I was just curious if you’ve dreamt about Marcus.”

Chuck was a bit surprised by her tone and her demeanor. Their date hadn’t ended to Chuck’s liking but everything before that seemed to have been going well. So why why Blair so angry? But then she went on to explain. Marcus, right. Chuck would rather forget that idiot. “The Lord?” he mocked. “Yeah I’ve dreamt about him,” thankfully he was long gone now.

“That would be him,” Chuck hadn’t liked how the date had ended because he had been expecting it to end with more than just kissing and Blair wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Even if she knew that it would be good, if the dreams were anything to go by, “I was curious though. Did it hurt? When he punched you.” She quirked a brow at him as she stared him down.

Chuck hadn’t won Blair back that night. Hell he still hadn’t won Blair back. Although now it was his choice. They weren’t meant to be a normal couple, go to the movies and hold hands. Maybe in the future, but not now. The game was more fun. However, even if he hadn’t gotten her back that night Marcus was still scum. Lord or not he was sleeping with his Step Mother who also happened to be sleeping with Nate. Blair would find that all out soon enough. For now he would just answer her question. “Considering I’m not made of stone,” despite what people thought. “Yeah, it hurt.” At least he was being honest with her.

“Good. You deserved it.” Honestly Blair really shouldn’t have been mad at Chuck. She did have feelings for him and should have just told him, but they were Blair and Chuck. Blair and Chuck didn’t do anything easy like other people would. Blair and Chuck played games until one wore the other down or other people. It was infuriating, to be honest, but neither of them could admit defeat. “Trying to trick me like that was just low.”

Chuck had to suppress an eye roll. He wasn’t in the mood to get reprimanded for dreams. “Please,” he muttered with a sip of his drink. “You knew it was me.” Despite her innocent act Chuck was confident that Blair knew exactly who she had been making out with in her bedroom. Sure the lights were off but she wasn’t stupid. And she most definitely knew what kissing him felt like, which he was sure was a lot different than Marcus.

“Oh, you think I would kiss you knowingly after what you did to me?” It was a good thing that Blair was a good liar with an exceptional poker face. It helped when running schemes after all. “You had your chance and you blew it, so you tried to pull one over on me.” Blair had thought that when she’d met Marcus, in the dreams, she would have put her past with Chuck behind her, but she had a feeling that Chuck would be very hard to put in the past.

“Yes,” Chuck replied matter-of-factly. It was either that or she was stupid and she knew it wasn’t the latter. Nor would he mutter that out loud. Unless she kept pushing his buttons. “But I guess you’d prefer to live in denial?” he raised a brow. Sure that may be easier for her but it wasn’t right. Or fair. To both of them in the dreams or real life. But then he wasn’t exactly fair to her in the dreams and he knew it.

“I am not living in denial,” Without thinking about it, Blair took a few steps closer to Chuck. Her plan her been to keep her distance, ask him about Marcus then leave, but Chuck knew exactly what buttons to push to make her angry and she didn’t know if that was because of the dreams or if he’d always known it. Either way, he was doing a good job and while she shouldn’t have let it affect her, she couldn’t help it. The dreams had more of an affect on her than she’d like to admit.

“Really?” Chuck replied the smirk still on his face as she stepped closer to him. There was something between them he wasn’t sure if it stemmed from the dreams or if it had to do with the two of them. She had been one of his closest friends back in New York. He had just been too busy sleeping around to really notice. Either way there was something there and he was tired of all the denial. “It sure seems like it. I know for a fact you are in denial about wanting to kiss me right now.”

“You wish.” Okay, so maybe Blair did want to kiss him. It was just all so confusing. Blair hadn’t realized just how close she’d moved towards Chuck until she was looking down at him, only a few inches away from the couch where he sat, “If I wanted to kiss you, I would have done it already.”

The smirk just remained on Chuck’s face. “Are you forgetting you’ve done that already?” he asked with a raised brow. Not just the in the dreams or the random mistletoe kiss either. She had made out with him in the back of his limo. His eyes remained glued on her, daring her to do it again, or walk away. Chuck loved his games, especially with Blair and no matter what she chose to do next he would win. Either he proved he could get under her skin enough that she had to leave, or he proved that she did in fact want him.

“I’m not stupid, Chuck. I know it’s happened before.” She was so close to him now that their feet practically touched and she felt her pulse rise slightly at their proximity. Chuck might have been sitting down and she standing, but they were still extremely close. So close in fact that if Blair moved any closer she’d be in Chuck’s lap and honestly, part of her brain didn’t think that would be such a horrible thing.

In most cases the rational part of a person’s brain would be telling them to leave, but in this case her’s was telling her that there really was no reason to be so mad at Chuck in the waking world. It was dream Chuck that was causing all these problems and confusing her and if she wanted to kiss Chuck, she should simply do it. “Oh, screw it,” Without giving it another thought, Blair was in Chuck’s lap, her hands on his neck as she pressed her lips against his.

How had Chuck known that was how Blair was going to respond? Okay he hadn’t known. It really could have gone either way. But he much preferred this outcome. His lips parted, deepening the kiss. Chuck’s hand brushed against Blair’s neck until it tangled in her hair, his other on her back pulling her closer to him.

This had not been Blair’s intention when she’d come to Victrola, but now that she was kissing Chuck, she couldn’t think of anything else but him, “God, I hate you.” She muttered into his mouth as her hands moved from his neck to grip the front of his shirt. She only half meant it and she knew that Chuck would likely be amused by the declaration.

“Hate you too,” Chuck muttered smirking into another kiss. He knew full well that she didn’t mean it, nor did he. She was just pissed he had won, but he was going to make it so worth it. He pulled away, lips leaving kissing up her neck until he reached her ear. “I have an office in the back.”

As much as Blair hated to do it, she pulled away from him, but remained in his lap. Did he honestly think that his office was any better than a limo? “Chuck, I am not hooking up with you in your office.” She hadn’t ruled out sleeping with him, but she didn’t want their first time to be over a desk.

Why did it matter where they had sex? A limo, his office, a bed, right here on the couch. It was all the same to Chuck really. But obviously not to Blair. A small sigh escaped his lips as he moved his hand to her face, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You want to go back to my place?” it would take a few minutes but he supposed he could wait that long.

It mattered a lot to Blair, partly because she knew how Chuck was and she didn’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost. If and when they had sex she wanted it to actually mean something and she was still trying to make sense of her feelings for him. She was about to respond when her phone rang and she couldn’t help but groan as she reached into her pocket and saw a message from her boss at her internship with some sort of emergency. “I need to go to the magazine.”

Chuck couldn’t help but let out a frustrated groan as well. This was beginning to feel like it was never going to happen. But still he would never push a girl into something she didn’t want to do. And if Blair had to go she had to go. “Take my limo,” Chuck responded. His driver could come back to pick him up later. See? He could be a gentleman. Kind of.