AN: I know I should be working on my other fic but I got this idea and wanted to publish it before I lost my nerve. Publishing is way scarier than I ever expected. tell what you think please other wise I doubt I'll continue. Not a threat I'm just being realistic. :) Although I may continue this as a shortThis fic takes place after Blair's been univited from Chuck's club opening.

"You held a certain fascination when you were beautiful, delicate and untouched. But now you're like... one of the Arabians my father used to own. Rode hard and put away wet. I don't want you anymore and I can't see why anyone else would."

"Well that's too bad."

"This isn't about last week. It's about you, Blair. It's the reason I couldn't say I love you. It's because I can't trust you."

"Be that as it may, I have a club to open. And you're no longer invited."

Chuck's words echoed in Blair's ears as she silently sobbed on the floor of her bathroom. She told Chuck she was sorry, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't enough and she was never going to be enough. She was weak. They were Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck, but now it felt as they were never going be able to go back to those people The people they were before death, pregnancy scandals, ruined cotillions, and club opening. She got up and splashed her face with water. She wasn't going to be weak anymore. Blair walked out of her bathroom and got on her computer and got to work.

After booking a flight to France. She wanted to visit her father for a few weeks before deciding to do. Blair pulled out a few sheets of stationery to write letters to Chuck, Nate, and Serena.

She wrote Nate's first. She asked him to watch over Serena and Chuck once she left. Nate was probably going to be the most level headed after Blair of course. In Serena's letter she wrote over and over again her reason for leaving though she knew Serena would never fully understand her reason for leaving. She finished her letter and began working on Chuck's. His was going to be the hardest. After many rough drafts Blair finally finished the letter. She gathered a few outfits and some of her cosmetics before collapsing on her bed and falling into a deep sleep. She failed to notice her buzzing phone before her eyes shut.

"Damn it Blair! Why did you have to choose now to listen to me?" Chuck muttered as he tried calling the brunette again. Nate and Serena came up behind him as he waited for her to pick up. He hung up after getting voicemail for the hundredth time.

"What's wrong Chuck? The opening is a success," Serena asked.

"Blair's not here, and she's not answering her phone." Chuck paced back and forth in front of the bar. He motioned for another scotch before continuing. "I haven't been able to reach her since this afternoon when I told her she wasn't invited."

Nate looked surprised. "Chuck I dated Blair like forever," Nate began.

"I'm well aware of your history Nathaniel. I don't need a recap."

"That's not what I was getting at Chuck. I meant I know when she mad." This is probably one of her crazy ways to punish you. She'll be fine in the morning." Nate finished in a reassuring tone.

"As neurotic my darling girlfriend may be, I don't think this is one of those times. She returned the dress I got her for the opening." Chuck downed the rest of his scotch and slammed the glass down.

"Well Chuck, Blair doesn't really need the dress since she's not coming," Serena tried to reason. Serena bit her lip nervously. She knew Chuck had a point. Blair played those games with Nate because she knew it would get her what she wanted. Playing those games with Chuck would be pointless since they were both so hardheaded. She picked up her phone and tried calling Blair herself. It went to voicemail as well. It wasn't too unexpected though since they were on the outs as well. She picked up her bag and made her way through the crowd and exited the club. She needed to talk to Blair before things got too out of hand.

AN: So what do you think? Let me know. :)