Author : Laura (alwaysbluex)

Disclaimer : I do not own gossip girl. Just this storyline.

A/N : I listened to music while writing this chapter because I couldn't come up with any good ideas.

So my play list - Buzzin - Shwayze (did anyone see the first 5 minutes of summer kind of wonderful?! OMG) rich girl - the virgins, catch me if you can - fall out boy, heart attack - low vs. diamond.

As Chuck sat down, he looked over at Blair. She was clearly a mess. The circles under her eyes were so dark even make-up couldn't fix it. Her hair wasn't perfectly curled, it actually looked quite damp. Blair didn't have an umbrella with her? She's always prepared. Her eyeliner, and mascara were smudged, and starting to run to her cheeks. And the presence of once ruby red lipstick was barely noticeable.

Blair looked over and saw him starring. "What are you looking at Bass?" she snapped. All of the sudden she felt embarrassed about her appearance. Chuck looked into her eyes. They looked so worn out and tired. He wished he could just kiss her, and all of it would all go away. He coughed. "Nothing. Waldorf." he smirked. Blair rolled her eyes. "Still the same Blair Waldorf I remember." he said, sipping his scotch.

"Hardly." she laughed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Chuck finally spoke up. "So, Waldorf. Explain yourself. You skipped off to Paris two years ago, without a letter, call .. Anything. And now all of the sudden you're back?" Blair looked down in her now empty drink and sighed. What was she doing here anyways? She secretly wanted Chuck , but that wasn't enough for her to be coming back. After what had happened, or hadn't happened.

"I needed to escape." she sighed. "Things just didn't make sense to me anymore." He looked at her, a million questions filled his mind instantly. Blair had nothing to run away from. Life seemed near perfect for Blair Waldorf two years ago, she had just graduated from Yale, was starting a promising career, and had prince charming for a fiancé. He supposed that night had ruined everything.

"I felt so bad for what I, … we did." she said quietly. "Marcus didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve it." He looked at her, he eyes were filled with guilt and sadness. "Blair.." he said softly, touching her hand. "I really meant what I said that night, and I wish you wouldn't have left."

2 years ago .

Chuck sighed as he looked at her. Brown curls flying about. A smile plastered on her face that couldn't be removed, even if force. She truly did look happy, and she had reason to be. It hurt Chuck in some twisted way though, because none of her happiness had anything to do with him. This was too much to handle, Blair kissing some other guy. Though, he would never admit it, he truly did love her.

He stepped outside and fumbled through his pocket looking for a lighter. Yeah, he was almost 23 years old, doesn't mean he couldn't enjoy a joint when things got tough. Too bad Nate had grown out of his stoner faze after high school. Ah, Nate Archibald. He was truly happy, with the girl he had always loved. Chuck's dear sister, Serena Van Der Woodsen. It seemed like he was the only member of the non-judging breakfast club that was completely miserable.

Why did he have to abandon Blair? That could be him in there, kissing her, getting married to her tomorrow. God, he wanted that so bad. On top of it he could have fixed it all at the white party. By just saying those three simple words. Word's he had never said to anyone, except his mother. But look how that had ended.

"CHUCK, EW!" a female voice shrieked, interrupting his thoughts. "put that out right now!" Blair spat. He just chuckled and resumed what he was doing. So she went up to him and pulled the joint out of his hand, and stomped on it. "Ugh these heels are worth more than your life! What if they reek of pot now?!" she rambled. "First thing Waldorf. They could never be as much as my life. I'm priceless." he smirked. She rolled her eyes, classic Blair. "Second thing, you are overacting, you do not smell of pot, you smell absolutely intoxicating." he said, his hand reaching out to touch on of her chestnut curls.

She slapped his hand away . "Don't touch me Bass, I'll yell rape. I swear." She pointed her finger in his face. All he did was chuckle at this comment. "Why are you even out here? Fiancé not satisfying your needs? If that's the case I could be of assistance." Blair scoffed. "You disgust me Chuck. I came out here for some fresh air, but not the kind out were having. And with that I'll be getting back to my rehearsal dinner." She made it is as far as the front door, when she almost fell over.

Was she imagining things? Did he just say what she thought he said? That couldn't be. Chuck Bass would never utter those words. Slowly, she turned around and looked him in the eye. "What did you say to me?" she said quietly. He smiled, a genuine smile and walked over to her. "I said, I love you. I have for the past five years." Blair shook her head. "Why are you saying this, now of all times? Where was this five years ago when I really needed to hear it? I'm getting married tomorrow for Christ's sakes!"

"Don't marry him. I know you love me too." he said, still smiling. She sighed. "Yeah, I do, and I have for awhile." he leaned into kiss her. "But, you're too late. I'm getting married tomorrow, and I'm not just going to abandon him." she said, her eyes becoming glassy. Chuck gave her a pleading look. "Blair…" she put her finger on his lips. "No Chuck. I'm sorry." and with that she was gone.

Chuck wasn't giving up that easy. He ran after her. "Blair. BLAIR, BLAIR." he yelled. She slapped him. "Chuck, shut up. You're making a scene. What if Marcus were to see?" she questioned. "Marcus is your security blanket Blair! Ever since I left you, you've been with him. I don't know how much more I can apologize. I know you don't love him like you love me, and I can prove it." he said, and then began to kiss her with more passion then she had ever felt. She fought for a minute, and then gave in.

They stumbled into the nearest bathroom. Blair wasn't thinking about tomorrow, even twenty minutes from now. All she was thinking about how much she had missed him these past five years. She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, as her dress was already discarded on the floor. He pushed her up against the sink, and began to kiss her even more fiercely than before. She was about the get rid of his boxers to the floor when the door opened… "

A/N : I enjoy the cliffhangers! (mostly because I'm making this story up as I go.) But that's besides the point! Anyways - I plan on having the next chapter done by tomorrow night.

Preview of what's going to happen.

- I'll finish the two year flashback, revealing who interrupted them at the door.

- Explain how and why Blair left.

- Also, more B/C drunken confessions at the palace bar!

Review if you enjoyed what you read please! It makes me want to continue that much more.

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