Two weeks had passed since he left the States for Europe and once again left Blair behind. He had been determent to forget her for good this time, to get her out of his system, but everywhere he went he couldn't escape the thought of her and the feeling of having hurt her once again. One day when he was walking the streets of Berlin he looked through at window and saw Blair's favourite stockings – the once she had worn the last night before he left where she had tried to persuade him to tell her his true feelings. She had been so seductive and he could hardly resist her but in a clear moment he figured out that she was trying to scheme him and he fled before he fell into her trap. But when he saw those stockings he finally realised what he had done – he had once again thrown away the one person who accepted him for who he was, the one who supported and believed in him after his father's death and who was just as manipulative and self-centred as himself. What the hell was he doing! He took a dept breath and went through the doors and into the store.
Now he was standing outside the Waldorf-residence, casually leaning against the limo with his arms full of presents and a bucket of Blair's favourite flowers. Anybody who didn't know Chuck Bass would look at his casual pose and his arrogant smile that he felt confident but the truth was that for once in his life Chuck didn't feel confident. He was afraid. Afraid that he had hurt Blair one to many times, that she would turn him down, that he couldn't say and words and makes a fool out of himself. All these thoughts flew through Chuck's mind while he was standing there waiting for her. He looked around and watched the mass of people always moving at the Upper East Side and suddenly a girl broke through the masses. And there she was, confidently walking on the sidewalk, in her fashionable green coat and autumn coloured scarf, Blair Waldorf appeared before him, making him lose his breath from her inescapable beauty, her yellow handbag dangling from the crook of her elbow. She didn't look happy to see him, quite the opposite, but this didn't sadden Bass. He knew this was Blair's way to show she cared.
"Why aren't you in Europe?" Her doll-like voice filled his head. He stood tall, didn't budge to the hardness of her voice and answered.
"I was in Paris, only to get your favourite macaroons. You can open it. He tossed the bait and she bit. She took the blue paper covered present with a questionable look on her face.
"And Germany?" She questioned with a small smile on her face.
"To pick up your favourite Falke stockings, you know how much I adore them." Her small smile faded.
"What are you doing here?" A sad face stared at him, you could see how much she was hurt.
"You were right. I was a coward for running away again. But everywhere I went, you caught up with me, so I had to come back." He clenched his jaw in anticipation, he was committed, she was free to back out.
Her golden hair band glistened in the sun. "I want to believe you, but I can't, you have hurt me to many times." Her full dark red lips stayed the same while her big doe-eyed, sad, brown eyes visualized distress and deep torment from last week. Chuck saw how much aguish she bared on her fragile shoulders and his heart broke. Just say it, three words, eight letters, I love you, I love you, I love you. He thought.
"You can believe me this time," His jaw clenched more than ever, tension ran through his body, electricity in his vain. He couldn't bear to think it, but he was afraid. Afraid of rejection from the most beautiful creature his eyes had ever roamed over. He loved her. No he loves her.
"That's it?" Disappointment rang in her voice, people hurried past them, some of the less wealthy stared as they rushed by, never experiencing the material of the rich and the wealthy, but the two lovers didn't seem to notice. His jaw bone was clearly visible now, he half-smiled. The Chuck Bass-smile. The sad, twisted, smile, anguish deep in his eyes. He knows what she wants to hear. But then, a miracle happens, a shocking but comforting miracle. Now he does smile, really smile, a happy smile, a normal smile, the one every other person in his life experienced at least once, but never him. She did bring out the best in him.
"I love you too" he said in utter confidence, fear of rejection disappearing in the blink of an eye. Blair's eyes widened in surprise while she stared at Chuck. Then she moved closer to him and he spread out his arms and to his joy she went into them and kisses him with her dark red lips. Chuck's lips met hers and he felt blissful, more blissful than he had felt in a long time. Not since their night in the limo. They stayed like that for a while until Blair slowly pulled back. She looked at him with playful sparkles in her eyes.
"But can you say it twice?" He smiled and pulled her close, once again drawing her perfect lips to his. She let him, but only for a while before she let out a little laugh and looked him into the eyes.
"No I'm serious say it twice!" he was still smiling and when he saw the look in her eyes he looked her deep into her deep brown eyes.
"I love you….I love you….three….four….I love you…" he said while he stopped in between to place kisses on her lips and he figured this scene in the middle of the street was all worth it when he noticed the joyful smile on Blair's lips, a smile it almost proved impossible to get out but he, Chuck Bass, had done it and it felt magnificent. When this was his reward he couldn't care less about talking about him. He kissed Blair on last time, took her by the hand and led her into her building still with the real smile on his face.
A smile that still hadn't vanished even after 1 month of relationship with Blair. They had spend the summer together in the City with all their friends in the country but for once neither of them had cared because no one else existed in their bobble of joy, only them. Chuck was sitting in the limo on the way to a meeting when he was thinking back to the day where she finally became his. The game had ended that day on the street and he must admit that he didn't miss it. It had been fun but it didn't beat waking up in the morning with Blair in his arms, kissing her whenever he wanted, not having to be afraid about Nate and doing all sorts of things with Blair – his Blair. He was meeting her for lunch after his meeting and he couldn't wait.