WARNING: Based on recent speculations/leaked call sheets. My take on the first of the hotel suite flashback scenes.

This may possibly turn into a 4-shot. One episode for each of the four scenes we are hopefully getting at the start of season 6.

Enjoy!

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She sat quietly on the couch, her hands resting idly in her lap. Her foot tapped relentlessly against the floor, the soft sound of her high heel thumping against the carpeted floor. Waiting patiently had never been her strong suit.

Chuck was in the bathroom, as he had been for the last 15 minutes. What he was doing in there was beyond her. Her best guess was that he was avoiding speaking with her by hiding himself away. Well, he'd have to come out eventually, she thought.

Blair sighed and slumped down on the couch. Chuck had asked her to come up to his suite and she had jumped at the suggestion. She desperately wanted him to trust her again. After a year of letting him down, she was thrilled that he was even allowing her to be close to him again.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and she watched him walked over to pour himself a drink. Scotch of course.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her softly. She shook her head.

"No, I'm fine." She took a deep breath trying to calm her now hyperactive nerves. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden?

Chuck took a few tentative steps towards the couch and sat down gently next to her.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I'm just not sure what to say right now." She nodded again. He reached for her hand, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles along the top of her hand.

Blair glanced at their entwined hands.

"I want to help you," she said. He looked into her chocolate eyes then. Her gaze was unwavering as she spoke again.

"Please Chuck, let me help you. I meant what I said downstairs. I'm all in this time." He nodded.

"I know." He paused. "But that doesn't mean I can trust you again so easily." Blair had to blink back some tears that threatened to escape. She knew this was coming, but she couldn't help the flood of sadness that crept over her at his words.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears.

"Me too."

They sat quietly for some time, only the soft sounds of their mingled breathing filling the empty space of the room. After some time, Chuck stood, pulling Blair with him to her feet.

"How about we get some rest," he suggested. "Do you have a room?" She shook her head.

"No, this was a very 'of the moment' thing," she smiled slightly, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I guess I didn't really think it through when Jack called."

He smiled back at her.

"That's ok. You can stay here." He gestured to the large king bed through the set of double doors in the suite. "I'll stay on the couch for tonight."

Her face fell at those last words. It used to be so second nature for them to sleep in the same bed together. Of course, now all that would be different.

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Buried deep with the soft covers of the large hotel bed, Blair tried to fall asleep. She squeezed her eyes shut, took deep breaths, and tried to think about nothing. But her mind would not shut off. She just couldn't fall asleep knowing Chuck was only a few feet away from her. She could even hear his soft snores.

Instead, she chose to lay still, unmoving under the blankets.

She was awoken what seemed like moments later by a scream. Bolting up right in the bed, Blair realized that the scream had been hers. But she couldn't for the life of her remember her dream. She only remembered the dreadful feeling that something horrible had happened. That she had lost something important.

"Blair?" Chuck came running into the room, stopping short by the side of her bed. Her body wouldn't stop shaking and Chuck grasped her small frame in his arms as he tried to calm her.

And then Blair started sobbing. Huge sobs ripped through her body, and fresh tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Sor-sorry," she stuttered through the tears. "Bad dream," she managed.

He brought her body closer to his, sliding in to the bed beside her. She curled up against him, burying her face into his chest. He let her cry.

After some time, her breathing stilled and Chuck shifted so that Blair was lying comfortably in the bed.

"Could…could you stay here?" Blair whispered. And so, for the first time in over a year, Blair and Chuck shared a bed together through the night.