Title: "Good in Goodbye"

Pairing: Chuck/Blair

Rated: PG-13, T

Description: I decided to write this because I will not be watching season 6. I'm more than frustrated how this last season ended. I have a good idea as to what's going to happen by the end of series so, I'm doing damage control before the season has even begun… :P Enjoy! FUTUREFIC!

*this is NOT a happy Chuck/Blair pairing. If you're a true shipper of that coupledom, this is NOT the story you want to read.*

Spring 2020

Chapter 1: "Somebody That I Used to Know"

"Are you sure?" I felt his eyes on me.

My eyes were cast down, looking at my left hand. The extravagant diamond he had presented me with years ago glistering as bright as ever. The gold wedding band was barely visible underneath it. As I stared at these items, a flashback of our lives came rushing to me. The drama, the games, the plays, the ploys, the love, the heartache. Our relationship had consisted much fun and excitement, but very little happiness. The love we have held for each other was strong and passionate. But it was poisonous. Lethal. Dangerous. I became too consumed in "us" that it drove me to lose my self-identity. How many times in our lives did we break up, split up, get back together, failed one another, hooked up, became enemies, said we were in love, betrayed each other? It never worked out. For over ten years we both attempted to make it work, but failed sooner or later. I thought after marrying we would make our stance against the Universe and finally win. We married so young. We were so naïve. The Universe's knowledge was much greater than ours. We had to stop fooling ourselves.

"Blair?" His raspy voice snapped me out of my thinking.

I brought my head up at him; saw his eyes looking at me. I knew. Had known for years, but refused to acknowledge it. With my chin high up, no tears in my eyes, no lump in my throat I answered him with all honesty. "Yes."

His eyes did not falter. No glister at all. He just looked at me for a couple of seconds in silence. Then, he finally took a step back. "I'll call the lawyers in the morning." He began to move away.

I wasn't done. "I already contacted a lawyer."

Finally, an emotion was seen. "Pardon me?"

"It's not one of yours, don't worry. No need to start firing anyone. I decided to hire one of my own," I informed him.

His anger was beginning to show off his face. "You don't know any lawyers other than—"

I knew who he was referring to. "It's not him. Do you really think I would go to someone we both have such history with? You two might not be as close as you used to be, but you're still best friends."

I think he believed me. "Then who?"

"You'll know soon enough." I took my coat and began to put it on. "The papers should be coming to your desk no later than tomorrow at evening. It'll give you enough time to gather up all of your lawyers."

"Well, thank you for the consideration," he said in his usual monotone voice.

I bit my lip and constrained from snapping; trying to take this as serious as I could. "All of my clothes have left the apartment. I'm staying at the Lutetia, in case you want to reach me. The movers will be in tomorrow morning to take the rest of my possessions to the Carlyle." I took my purse, more than ready to leave. "Don't worry. I'm not touching anything we bought together. Those items will stay here until we've settled it with our lawyers." I made my way towards the door.

"How long have you been planning this, Blair?" He was trying to control his anger. "How long ago did you make up your mind on ending this marriage by yourself?"

I knew he wasn't faking his hurt, because I too was hurting a little still. I turned to him and decided he needed the truth. "A little right before you took a stroll through Montmartre."

He looked too stunned to speak.

"Don't worry, Chuck. Our marriage was beyond saving before that. Montmartre just sped things up." I made sure not to sound harsh or cruel or cold. We had both hurt each other. Now that things were ending, I wanted it to be as smooth as possible. "Goodbye, Chuck."

He didn't reply.

I turned my heel and left. Leaving my life as Blair Bass in that Paris apartment.

AN: Let me know what y'all think!