A/N this is going to be a one-shot, I'll consider turning into a multi chapter. I've always hated how the writers killed Chuck and Blair in 4.09. This takes place after Blair leaves chuck.

When Blair returned to her penthouse after the Saints and Sinners party that night, she knew something was wrong. She thought she'd feel a surge of relief after making her decision. Giving herself time to become the powerful woman she so desperately wanted to become was a wise decision, and she knew it.

She also knew how painful it was living without Chuck in her life. She loved him so much it hurt, and she wanted a future with Chuck, she really did. She kept thinking about the fact that this whole concept of "doing the right thing" felt so wrong, but was it supposed to?

Deep down, she knew. She could have it all. She had been influential most of her life. She had always been queen. From kindergarten and through high school where she practiced her dictatorship without batting an eyelash. She also knew how hard it had been in NYU, how alone she had felt when the most friendly people she was around were her minions, or worse Dan Humphrey. At that thought, Blair shuddered in disgust. Without Chuck supporting her through most of that hardship, she wondered how she would have survived.

She began thinking about the many times he had made her forget about how miserable she was. He did have some very effective ways of insuring she would focus on something else. But the times that made her really happy were when he would just hold her, and tell her it would all work out. She had always managed to believe him. Had it come from anyone else, she would have brushed it off. You see, Chuck and Blair's bond was never-ending, they were perfect for each-other because they knew one another so well. Chuck had once told her he knew her better than he knew himself. And he was absolutely right, she also felt that way. Like she could read him like an open book but had difficulties understanding herself sometimes.

Her thoughts had dragged onto Chuck while she was supposed to be thinking about her future. But wasn't that the problem? Trying to separate Chuck from her future? That wasn't happening, not now, and not ever. Chuck was her past, present and future. When she pictured her proposal, the man she saw kneeling before her with pleading eyes was Chuck. The man she would be staring at while she walked down the aisle on her father's arm was Chuck. Their babies would be Little Chucks and Mini Blairs, a perfect mix of both of them.

Right there and then, she knew.

She had no other choice, Chuck was the only choice. She knew no future was worth building without him by her side. It just wouldn't make any sense. She needed him in every way that he needed her. They were meant to be, they were the definition of soul mates. So, she decided she had to go to him.

Still clad in her red slip and Manolo pumps, she began descending the grand staircase. She knew Dorota would come to her and bring her her coat as she exited the Penthouse.

Once in her town car, she instructed her driver to bring her to the Empire Hotel. As the words left her mouth, she felt excitement coursing through her body. She felt happy, at peace with her decision. Nothing like what she had felt earlier when she told Chuck they couldn't be together.

As her mind thought about their last conversation, she could not believe what had happened. They had both admitted they still loved each other, after all that time of lying and torturing the other. And what happened next? a few well-chosen, humiliating words from Anne Archibald's judgemental mouth and that' it, that's the end of ChuckAndBlair?

She loved him, she loved him so, so much. They were each other's future. She knew she had been weak. She had been a coward. Maybe Gossip Girl had been right. But taking on both of the names the wicked blogger had given them was a bit much she thought. She would not let her win, not again.

She was going to fight for them. Chuck's words rang like bells in her ears. They would show the world Blair was a force to be reckoned with. And also, they would build their futures together. Chuck's power didn't take any of hers away. They had, after all, always been stronger as one. Why waste it on being separated?

Her thoughts were disrupted as the limo came to a halt, signalling her arrival at Chuck's hotel. This is it, she thought to herself, the moment of truth. She owed it to herself, but more importantly to him. What kind of life would they have if they were denied what would make them both so happy?

The driver opened her door, and as she strode towards the entrance of the Empire, the doorman followed the former's lead. She strolled through the hotel lobby and got in the elevator the Chuck's penthouse.

While the ride seemed too long to contain her excitement and fear, Blair felt like she could have used an extra few moments to gather her thoughts. She knew that was useless. One look from Chuck and she was done for.

The familiar ding signalling her arrival pulled her from her thoughts. No backing down now, she muttered.

As she strode towards the living room. She noticed Chuck sitting in the couch, nursing his tumbler of scotch. At the sound of her heels clicking on the ground, he slowly lifted his head.

"Blair" he breathed in his usual husky tone.

"Chuck, I …" She sniffled and then sobbed, to her own mortification, wanting to sound as confident as possible.

Chuck stood up and walked towards her, frowning in confusion. "Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?" He asked while gently rubbing the curve of her dainty hand.

"Chuck, I'm so sorry" she whispered in a shaky voice. "I can't do this, not without you. I don't want power, influence, or any of it without you by my side." She uttered quicker than she had meant to.

"But you were so sure. Only an hour ago it was what you wanted most in the world. Like I couldn't have said anything to stop you." He was pleading her to confirm what she had just confessed.

"No Chuck, none of that is worth it without you. You are what I want most, you are my future. I can't make myself happy without you to share it with. I want to be with you. Can't you see it, no matter how much we want to fight it, we can't. We are magnetic." A bittersweet smile underlined her pretty face, recalling the time he had used those words to convince her. "I love you Chuck. I love you so much, and as much as you have hurt me in the past, being without you is what causes me the most pain. You're it for me Chuck. You're the love of my life. There is only one you. Please." She was pleading now, she knew if he rejected her, it would destroy her.

"Blair, are you sure about this?" He choked out. She knew her speech had affected him. His shiny eyes being her first clue, but also the way he moved closer to her as her speech progressed.

"Careful Bass, we know what happens when you ask those three different words." She smirked devilishly. She stared deeply into his eyes. Intensity mirroring his own. Tears escaped her eyes, once again, as she moved closer to Chuck until she closed the distance between them.

"Mmmh. I love you Blair." Chuck mumbled against her lips between kisses. We they simultaneously pulled back for air, they were smiling at each other with such a pure shyness. Waiting for someone to make the first move.

"I love you Bass. Why don't I show you exactly how much?" He flashed her his signature smirk which she mirrored. They were both desperately craving to show each other just how much they loved and missed each other.