A/N: Yes, this is another Dair fic. I thought of the actual plot before I found the perfect song to go with it. This doesn't mean my other fic is on hiatus or anything, it's just another fic to get me going for the rest of the time I have off. The song is "The Gift" by Seether.

I would also like to point out that I got my information from Wikipedia - not the most trusted source of information, I realise this. But I am not trying to trivialise HIV or trying to put it into a good light in any way. It's a serious disease and I hope I haven't offended anyone with this piece of fiction.

I'm so ashamed of defeat.

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She didn't believe that she was sitting in some unknown doctor's office, and she didn't believe that Chuck was really with her at the moment. When Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass started going out, everyone thought that it would never last. But as self-destructive as they were, the two of them felt optimistic about their future. They weren't just any other ordinary couple on the Upper East Side; they were the power couple. They were the two people that everyone had to watch out for. Chuck had people in places she didn't even want to know, and she managed to instil fear into hearts of girls around the Upper East Side. Together they were unstoppable, unbreakable, impenetrable.

Because they just weren't any other ordinary couple, it meant that they couldn't settle for hand holding, watching movies together at the cinema, talking walks in the park and sitting by the pond to feed birds and ducks. They weren't ordinary. They were Chuck and Blair. It wouldn't have been Chuck and Blair without the games that the two of them had become accustomed to. And that was what they did.

The played games with each other; it was a compromise that Blair was willing to make. In the end, she always got Chuck. There was no two ways about it. He wasn't sleeping with the girls they were humiliating, Blair was always going to "catch" them in time before she wrapped her arms around Chuck and fell into bed with him for the night.

But there was one night when she couldn't play their game. That night she was needed by her other half, Serena Van der Woodsen. She had just arrived from Europe and she wasn't in the right frame of mind. She called the brunette to come over and when she did, the blonde looked like a mess. So Blair missed her date with Chuck in order to make sure her best friend was alright. It seemed like a justified reason for letting her boyfriend off for the night. After all, she trusted him. Chuck Bass had been converted to a monogamous man. He would have never thought of cheating on her.

At least that was what she thought.

As soon as the white coat entered the room, Blair's hand reached out to Chuck's to clutch it tightly while taking in a deep breath. The man opened the folder before spreading out several sheets of paper in front of him, intertwining his fingers together and resting them against his desk.

"I'm sorry that I have to be the bearer of bad news," he started, Blair's breath getting caught in her chest. She had never been this scared before. It had been a week since the last time she sat in this office with Chuck to find out if something was wrong with her. Her boyfriend had reassured her that she was fine, but Blair knew something was wrong. Swallowing, she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle what words were going to come out of the doctor's mouth.

"Miss Waldorf, tests confirm that you have HIV-1. That explains your lymphadenopathy and myalgia, along with your fever. These kinds of symptoms can be mistaken for more common infectious diseases with these symptoms, but you're very lucky for coming in this early. Sometimes these symptoms can go almost virtually undetected and it can be too late."

Blair wasn't quite sure what the doctor said for the rest of the appointment. His voice seemed to fade into the back of her mind as the information slowly sank in her head. She was HIV-1 positive. This couldn't have been right at all. How the hell did she get the godforsaken disease? Swallowing, she felt Chuck's hand move to hers and squeezing it reassuringly. She felt so dirty, no amount of cleaning and cleansing would be able to make her feel any better about the situation. Trying to focus on what the doctor was telling her, she nodded slowly throughout the rest of the appointment before accepting a piece of paper he had handed over to her about what she should do next. She was completely expressionless until they had exited the building, Blair wrenching her arm out of Chuck's grip.

"I can't believe you," She hissed, glaring at Chuck.

"What?"

"You know very well I am not the one that sleeps around out of the two of us,"

"Well there was a period when you were going from Carter to Nate. I wouldn't exactly pin the blame on me," Chuck replied smoothly, as if he had been planning this answer for a while.

"Shut up Chuck! I know myself. I'm not stupid enough to not have unprotected sex with them. I don't want to get pregnant at eighteen; I can't afford it. You are the only person I've been intimate with in the past two months. It sure as hell isn't my fault I'm in this position if I'm only in the second stage of symptoms." She spat viciously, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she continued to stare at the boy.

"Are you suggesting…"

"Did you sleep with someone else?!"

Silence fell upon the two of them, the background noises of New York City continued without missing a beat. Jaw clenched, Blair's gaze penetrated Chuck's until he finally dropped his head. That was all she needed to know.

"That's it," She sighed, breathing out as she turned her head to the left slightly. "I thought I could trust you Chuck. I thought we were done with this. I thought you were done with this,"

"We were playing a game…" He trailed off pathetically.

"We play games, because that's who we are! We play games so you won't get bored of me and toss me aside for some STD floozy, which you already have. So we're through Chuck. You gave me your disease, and I'm never going to be rid of you, ever. I hope you're happy with yourself,"

Swallowing, Blair held back the tears as she took one more look at Chuck before turning her back on him. She thought that she was the one that was able to get through to him, the one that was going to change him into a different person. But it seemed like she was wrong, and she was never going to ever get rid of Chuck Bass now. He was her disease, and there was no way she was ever going to be cured of it.