Ok, here's chapter 2. Sorry for the late update. I'll update sooner than soon next time. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Gossip Girl, its characters and affiliations don't belong to me. They belong to the genius author Cecily von Ziegesar, and whoever created the ah-mazing TV series. I'm just using their creations to fulfill whatever I think should have happened in the series.

"Get out you asshole!" a blonde girl with an enormous chest said as she shoved Chuck Bass out of the bar. "And make sure you never come back!"

Chuck left the bar and headed downtown. He had just gone inside to look for some girls to hit on and some beer to drink. This was his afternoon. And he had planned to get laid, get drunk, and spend the rest of the day wasted in his suite. But after that episode, things weren't getting off to a good start. He was just playing when he told that blonde that he'd poke her chest if she didn't sleep with him. Blondes, they're all the same, he thought to himself. That's why he never slept with blondes. They were always so high-strung. He preferred brunettes; they were always more fun, at least to him.

He checked his watch and sighed. 4: 00 pm. His afternoon was almost over and still, he didn't have fun. He decided to just check out the new bar downtown, Scope. Scope was new and almost everyone in the Upper East Side had already gone there. It was a good time for him to check it out, too. He smiled to himself and hoped that this afternoon he'd actually have fun. He remembered the last Saturday afternoon he spent with Blair shopping at Bendel's. He told himself that this afternoon won't be the same. Not even Blair could control him. Or so he thought.

He was feeling ecstatic. That is, until he passed Central Park and saw the person he had spent his last Saturday afternoon with. He saw Blair Waldorf sitting on the bench looking sad, miserable and crushed. His mind told him to go ahead and leave Blair alone, it was his afternoon, after all. While his heart told him to go and talk to her, comfort her for whatever was bothering her. His mind and his heart were in conflict as he contemplated this. Once again his heart won. He could almost hear the angels praising him as he walked towards Blair. Wow, Chuck Bass actually doing something for someone else? That's something you don't see everyday.

"Blair, is that you?" He sat down beside her as she shifted away from him. "I didn't know that Waldorfs get depressed. I thought you were the type to drive people to commit suicide, not commit it yourself."

"Shut up Bass. You don't know anything about my life." She glared at him with her eyes bright and red. Chuck would have thought she was crying if he didn't know better. Blair never cried, well, at least not in public. "Now go away. Don't you have at least a dozen sluts to go and fuck? You shouldn't keep them waiting."

"I didn't come here for you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. You're not my mother and even she didn't care enough about me." Chuck saw Blair stiffen and hastily changed the subject. "Look, I had a choice. Either I go back to the bar and party with hot girls or sit in this bench having a pity party with you. Unfortunately, I chose to stay here. So spit it out, Waldorf. Don't make me call your psychologist."

Blair sighed. "We broke up. Me and Nate. He never paid enough attention to me and he isn't going to start anytime soon. And I fucked up my Yale interview. The most important day of my life and I messed up. Perfect. And you know my mom… She's just not there." She sniffled and looked up at the setting sun. "I escaped from home because I couldn't take it anymore. I told her about everything and she just looked at me. It felt like she was disappointed in me. Disappointed because I'm not good enough. Not good enough for Yale, not for Nate and especially not for her." Blair was crying now. Chuck, who stayed silent during Blair's little rant, reached out and wiped away her tears. "Even Serena doesn't have time for me and my problems. She's been to busy these days with Cabbage Patch. She's not here for me right now. No one is."

"But I'm here. I'll always be." Blair looked up at him, shocked. "Even if you're all alone, I'll always be here to listen to your problems. I'll be the one who wipes your tears away, even if you cry them for someone else. I'll be the one to tell you that you're better than all of them, because you're Blair Waldorf, and you're the best. No matter what Yale, Nate or your mother thinks, you'll prove them wrong. Heck, I'll even be here for you even if you tell me to pretend none of this ever happened."

By now Blair was smiling. "Good job, Chuck. You know me so well." She patted his head and got up. It was nighttime now and Central Park was full of gossip-mongers. "It's late now and I have to get home. Bye." Chuck sat there, dumbfounded. He sat there all afternoon for this? Not even a thank you! Even the Grinch was more generous.

Suddenly, Blair turned around and hugged him. "Thanks, Chuck. I mean it. Thank you for everything." Blair smiled and playfully pulled his scarf. "And thanks for pretending none of this ever happened." She walked away and gave a little wave. Chuck watched her call for a cab, her curls bouncing and lips curved into a perpetual smile. After 15 more minutes, he finally got up and headed home. It was 50 blocks away, but, who the hell cared?! He made Blair smile and that made him smile too. He wasn't pissed for once, that's for sure.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry if Chuck and Blair seemed OOC, but I needed that for the fic to work. I tried to keep them in character as much as possible though. All the events that happened to B are entirely fictional, of course, and it's not set in a specific timeline, but it is based on the CW series. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to review! XOXO