You're Undeniable

Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own Gossip Girl.

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Prologue:

Spotted: Chuck Bass in a lip lock with someone other than B. Uh oh…and we thought everything was going so well between the two. I guess it's true when they say a leopard can never change its spots. Sorry, B, but it looks like C has fallen back into his old habits.

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Blair stared at the latest Gossip Girl blast with her jaw dropped. This could not be happening – not now – not after he said those three words, not after a full three months of absolute bliss, but it was. She was looking at the proof – a picture of some six-foot blonde model with her tongue down her boyfriends' throat. If Blair had learned anything from her dating experience, it was not to forgive a cheater, so she wasn't going to anymore.

The moment the tears started pouring down her face, her phone rang, and, without looking at the caller id, she put the phone to her ear. "Hello." She croaked, desperately trying to stop crying, but it only made more tears come.

"Blair…" Chuck let out a sigh of relief. "You answered. I didn't think you were going to, but I can explain, okay?"

"No." Blair shook her head, "You can't explain. I really thought it would be different this time, Chuck. I really thought you loved me." She hated how needy she sounded, but she couldn't help it, because his cheating just made the…other problem worse. "I thought—"

Chuck cut her off, "I do love you, Blair. I didn't do anything, I—"

"How can you just lie to me like that?!" Blair yelled into the phone, causing Chuck to move the phone a couple of inches away from his ear. "How can you tell me you didn't do anything when I just saw a picture of you kissing some whore?!"

"I didn't kiss her!" Chuck yelled back, "She kissed me. I pushed her away."

Blair shook her head, "And why should I believe you? What reason could I possibly have to believe you?" Chuck didn't respond, because he knew that he had never really given her a reason to trust him about this. "We're done, Chuck."

"Blair…" Chuck said in a low, raspy voice. It was the voice that always made her heart melt.

She shut her eyes tight before wiping away her last tear. "I'm hanging up, Chuck. Don't call me back."

Chuck opened his mouth to try and explain, but the dial tone let him know that she had already hung up. Letting out a huge sigh, Chuck buried his face in his hands. He needed to find a way to make her realize that he really didn't do anything. Sure, over the past two years, he had done a lot of stuff to hurt her, but not anymore. He had been so happy with her over these three months and couldn't imagine life without her. In fact, Chuck wasn't even sure if he could survive without her.

Determined to get her back, Chuck walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch – he always did his best thinking when he had a glass of that amber liquid in his hand. He was just about to sit back down on the couch and begin brainstorming ideas when he heard the door to his suite open.

He let out a sigh of relief – Blair was the only other person with a key. It had to be her, which meant that she believed him. "Blair," Chuck said, grinning and started walking towards her.

"Not quite," a familiar voice responded, and suddenly, it all made sense.

"Georgina."