A/N- I got this idea for a story and decided to write it since I have lost inspiration for my other two. This might just a one-shot depending on the feedback I get for it. Everything up to season 2 has happened with the exception that Blair is attending school at Brown while Chuck is still in New York.

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"Chuck?" Blair choked out as she glared down at her boyfriend, Chuck Bass, sitting in a dark booth with girls on either side of him. Chuck looked up, with a smirk still on his face that instantly dropped catching her eyes.

"Blair…" he replied, pushing the girls of off him quickly and standing up. Blair's eyes quickly filled with tears as her heart began beating faster. "This isn't what it looks like," he tried to explain but she couldn't hear his excuses.

"I have to go," she whispered, turning on her heels and practically running out of the small club. Her heart was racing as the cold fall air hit her face and burned the wet tears. She looked through her blurry, wet eyes for a taxi as she made her way further away from the building.

"Blair!" Chuck called after her, running to catch up. "Baby…" He reached out and grabbed her elbow, causing her to come to a sudden stop.

"Don't," she yelled, pulling away quickly. "Don't touch me!" She was sobbing now, not even trying to hide the tears as they trailed down her face, leaving her cheeks black with mascara streaks. Although she wanted to run she couldn't. His eyes were the same eyes that she remembered seeing the night his father had died. Broken eyes. Chuck stood staring at her unable to even speak a word of justification. "Why?" Blair finally asked, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. "You really couldn't wait a few weeks without getting you sex fix?" Her voice was shaky and is caused Chuck's heart to shatter. But he was Chuck Bass and he didn't know how to apologize like any man in their right mind would have after being caught with two girls who were not their amazing girlfriend.

"You're one to talk!" he shot back coldly. "Do you know how many times I've called you these past two weeks and you were no where to be found? Or how many times I sat in front of my computer waiting for you for our iChat nights and your away message said you were 'out with the roomies.'"

"Seriously Bass? You're going to spin this on me because I was trying to make friends at school?" she quickly replied, her sadness turning into anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know making friends at school meant completely ignoring your boyfriend. My bad, Waldorf." Her last name slipped of his tongue like daggers reminding her of way they used to hurt each other.

"You always called when I was in class! This isn't high school Chuck. I can't just walk out of class to talk to you!" she defended. Chuck rolled his eyes, looking away. He knew she was right but it didn't make her recent absence any easier. "I should go," she whispered blinking back the final straw tears. "I drove all the way here on the spur of the moment and I'm exhausted." Chuck studied her face, knowing her words were true. She looked more then just exhausted, she looked drained.

"Why did you come here?" Chuck asked, not wanting her to leave.

"Come here? To this shit hole bar you decided to pick up girls at?" she asked, motioning towards the building. "I went to your office first and they said you were here doing business. I didn't know Bass Industries was expanding to whores."

"No, I meant why did you come back to New York? You weren't planning on coming home until next weekend." Blair looked at him for a moment before looking towards the ground.

"I came to see my boyfriend who I hadn't seen in 3 weeks. I thought I would drive home and spend an amazing night with him. I just didn't know he'd be so busy." Her response was harsh and filled with emotion. Chuck nodded, reaching out for her hand.

"Then lets do that. We can go back to my place and we can rent Breakfast at Tiffany's…" Chuck started but Blair cut him off.

"Oh right, we can go back to the place I'm sure you were working on taking those two girls back to," she replied a pathetic smiling coming across her face. "No thanks, Chuck."

"Baby, it wasn't like that. Those girls back there are part of a business deal I'm working on. I swear on everything I wasn't planning on taking them back…" he explained, still holding her hand. Blair looked at their entwined fingers, tears filling her eyes again slowly.

"I don't know if I can trust you," she whispered. Chuck nodded, rubbing her hand slowly.

"And I understand that. I've done a lot of things in the past that would make you not trust me. But I changed. I said those three words, eight letters to you Blair and I will never say them to anyone else as long as I live," he told her, reaching up and whipping her tears with his thumb.

"But that doesn't mean that you weren't planning on sleeping with them Chuck. I know sex isn't about love for you." Chuck shook his head, pushing her chin up to look at her.

"You changed that about me. Sex is not just sex anymore Blair. It's something so special and so amazing that I get to share with you. You are the only girl I ever will or want to have sex with. Those girls mean nothing and are just pawns in a deal. Blair, I swear." He told her, his lips inches away from her face. Her eyes locked with his and she couldn't help but be swept up in his words.

"Promise, it's just us…Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck," she asked, needing the reassurance.

"It's just us baby. Me and you. I've been miserable at best without you here baby, " he whispered, his lips finally meeting hers. He kissed her softly, the taste of her salty tears filling with the sweetness that was Blair. He hated that he had put those tears in her eyes to begin with. "Let's go back to my place," he whispered, pulling out his phone to call the driver.

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What do you guys think? Should I just leave it as a one-shot or continue? I have a few ideas for a story about Blair and Chuck's relationship with her away at school and thought this might be a good start to it! Please review! Thank you!