fandomhigh | Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period Two

When it seemed very obvious that Edward wasn't coming in today, Chuck decided to take matters into his own hands. God help everyone else in the class.

"Once again, I'm afraid Mr. Cullen won't be making it into class. But he left me in charge of your final," Chuck lied smoothly. "I'm not much for written exams so today we'll do something practical. And the good news is, it's an easy A."

Chuck smirked. "You all have to kiss me. And, no, I'm not kidding. Make it good. I won't give out A's for kisses you'd give your grandma. And if some of you don't meet certain aesthetic requirements you get an A anyways just for showing up today."

What Chuck meant by that was that if he didn't feel like kissing you then you would get an A just for going through life being an unattractive troll. He thought that was very generous.

"You might be wondering what this has to do with Sex Ed. Well, you're not going to be able to use what you've learned in this class if nobody wants to screw you in the first place," he said. "And I've always felt practice makes perfect. So line up and pop in a mint or something."

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Chuck had been waiting to kiss Blair since, well, about the third grade. He wasn't about to back away now. He also didn't think putting his hands on her hips was breaking any rules. He wasn't groping or anything. He was making sure she didn't fall over. Yes. What a good friend.

That was fine. After all Blair had grabbed handfuls of Chuck's shirt for much the same reason. She was thoughtful like that.

Chuck, being Chuck, couldn't really play nice with that kind of encouragement. So he broke the no tongue rule. A little.

Blair broke her own rule about not kneeing Chuck in the groin should he make that attempt. Also about not giving back as good as she got.

Well. That was surprising. He had to have a discussion with Nathaniel in the future. Here he thought the lack of sex was all Blair's decision.

Yeah it hadn't been. Not that Blair was bitter. Or currently making up for lost time.

Chuck didn't mind helping her make up for lost time. Since she didn't seem to mind the first rule breaking he certainly didn't see any trouble in pulling her closer to him.

If asked Blair would say she was only doing this to prove she wasn't a total prude and that she wasn't going to let Chuck get the better of her. No other reason, really.

At the point Chuck didn't much care why she doing this as long as she kept on doing it. If he were in a better frame of mind he'd be thankful this school was mostly a Gossip Girl-free zone. He had the feeling Nate would still be pissed about this.

Blair wasn't really thinking or caring about Nate's happiness at the moment. Mostly she cared about her own. Not that she would admit kissing Chuck could somehow make her happy.

The fact that there were any rules and, hell, that they were in a classroom had escaped Chuck's mind. The only thing that was distracting him was that fluttery feeling that he felt when he watched Blair dance at Eric's party.

Blair had been a bit too busy dancing at the time to notice any fluttery feelings.

She wasn't too busy now, but that didn't make her stop.

The feeling worried him but it wasn't exactly slowing him down either. Yep. He was officially screwed.

Well not yet he wasn't but Blair might've been starting to entertain some ideas.

As much as Chuck didn't actually want to stop it was becoming obvious how much he was enjoying kissing Blair. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but, you know, classroom full of people. So he pulled back ever so slightly and hoped he was giving her a smug look rather than the shock and, well, lust he was actually feeling.

Blair might've had a brief look of protest on her face which was totally due to Chuck deciding he was in charge of when the moment stopped and not due to Blair's disappointment in the stopping. Really. Even if Blair was perhaps a little too ~~warm~~ taken aback to realize that those options meant essentially the same thing.

Chuck was at a rare loss for words at the moment. After several failed attempts to say something snarky, he just opted for the obvious. "Well. You definitely got your A."

"Good," Blair replied. Which she meant about the A, really.

Chuck realized he still had his hands on Blair. Didn't take them away, but he knew they were there. "Good."

"I'm glad that's clear," Blair said. Not stepping away.

"Mmm hmm," Chuck murmured. It was quite possible his mind was in another place now. It was a place that still involved Blair. Just Blair with less clothes.

Blair did realize that Chuck should let go. Not that she said that aloud, she just realized that he was still holding her.

It took Chuck a second to snap out of it (his mind was in a very nice place) but eventually it did. He cleared his throat slightly and reluctantly slid his hands away from Blair.

This would be a lot easier and a lot less awkward if it wasn't for that whole fluttery thing.

Blair felt that this would be better if she had something to day. Unfortunately she was caught up in noticing that she felt cold now that Chuck had moved away.

"Fine," she finally settled on.

"Fine," he repeated back, feeling a little bit back to normal now that he wasn't touching her. "Admit it, that was one of the easier finals you've taken."

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