A.N. - Hi! It took me awhile to do this; I was researching authenticities on the web. It is seriously 5oclock in the morning and I haven't closed my eyes yet. I hope you guys appreciate all the work I did! Enjoy, R&R!

Chapter One

Flashbacks

The cords of Mozart's 39th symphony strained, waking Blair Cornelia Waldorf from her deep slumber. She sighed in contentment, pushing her silk blindfold off her eyes.

"What the hell is that awful noise?" Chuck Bass asked groggily from beside her.

"The same awful noise that you hear every single morning, Bass." She looked over at her fiancé with adoration. Blair loved waking up to see Chuck's face. It terrified her to think how close she had been to losing him.

*Flashback*

Serena and Blair were sitting in a café just outside of Paris. Serena was dressed in a peach American Apparel tank with wideleg black H&M pants, while Blair opted for a classier look, going for Rebecca Minkoff floral print dress with Jill Stuart peep-toe pumps and a Kate Spade New York clutch. Within that clutch, her phone began to buzz out the opening cords of Lady Gaga "Bad Romance."

"Who the hell is calling me? I told everyone I didn't want to be bothered." Blair complained, digging her brand new Blackberry Bold out of the tiny plaid purse. The caller ID read "Dorota (cell)".

She hit 'Accept Call' and pushed it against her ear. "What Dorota? I told you no one is to bother me unless... So what's the emergency? ... What do you mean, Chuck's missing? ... He's probably been out drinking all night & bedded a few random girls; he used to do that all the time... So? ... Call the police then! I'm in Paris, what the hell am I supposed to do? ... Well thanks for letting me know... Ok, bye Dorota."

Serena stared at her best friend since diaperhood. "Chuck's missing?"

Blair sniffed haughtily. "Nothing he hasn't done before." She went back to forking Aligot delicately into her mouth, pretending that it was no big deal. But S could see that her eyes were full of pain.

"B..." Serena tried.

"I'm fine, S. Just drop it." Her tone was sharp and brittle, but her voice cracked just a bit. "Please excuse me; I have to go to the ladies room." The young brunette got up and walked towards a set of doors marked 'salle de bain'.

Blair's POV

I dropped down on my knees in front of the toilet, ready to vomit. Tears sparked my eyes as I fought myself viciously.

"No! You don't do this anymore! Stop it!" I thought. My finger had just begun to creep down my throat when Serena pounded on the door.

"Blair! I know what you're about to do, and you're better than that! Please stop and let me in!" Serena screeched. Her voice snapped me out of my reverie. I slowly got to my feet and unlocked the door.

"I need to get back to New York." I stated. It wasn't a question.

"I know. The tickets have already been ordered."

*End Flashback*

When we got back, Chuck was in the hospital. He had been shot in the stomach coming out of an alley, drunk and heartbroken. Over me.

Yes, I felt like total and utter shit.

So I went to visit him in the hospital.

*Flashback*

I knocked timidly on the door, and heard a low, drawling voice reply "Come in."

The white door swung open broadly, illuminating Charles Bartholomew Bass. He was lying in a slightly elevated hospital bed, reading an OK weekly and looking so depressed it made me want to shoot myself.

He glanced up when I entered and snorted in laughter. It scared me.

"So my subconscious picks this? I guess I do truly hate myself." He shook his head sadly.

"Chuck, you're not asleep. Or insane. It really is me..." My voice broke and I tried again. "Don't you know how sorry I am?" The tears in my eyes overflowed, spilling down my cheeks. "I know you didn't mean to... I just... Please forgive me, Chuck. My soul is broken. I need you. I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I hate myself so much. This is all my fault. Please just look at me."

"Blair..."

"Please look at me."

He glanced into my eyes for about 2 seconds, and then looked down. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because if I hadn't overreacted, you wouldn't be here!" I yelled, and he flinched.

"You didn't overreact, Blair. You had every right to dump me. I slept with Jenny fucking Humphrey. I guess this is my karma."

"Don't give me that bullshit, Bass. You don't believe in karma."

He gave me a hard look. "Well, some things have changes since I was shot in the stomach."

My eyes filled with tears once more. Chuck noticed. "Are you crying, B?"

"No." My voice cracked on that one little word and I turned away.

"Blair." I looked up through wet eyelashes. "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't hate yourself. I still love you."

"You do?" I whispered.

"Yes, Blair. I love you more than I love sex and alcohol put together."

With a bit of difficulty, he got out of bed. He was wearing black hospital issue scrubs and his midsection was covered in bandages. He wobbled a bit, and then caught onto my arm as I rushed over. And as I held him up, we kissed.

It was the most blissful moment of my life.

It ended all too soon, and we broke apart. Then, straining, he got down on one knee.

"Chuck..." I breathed softly. This was not happening.

"Blair... I know this isn't the proposal you dreamed of. It's not the one I wanted to give you either. But I just want to make it official; I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I love you, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, and will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he whispered, his eyes trained on mine.

"Yes." I breathed. "Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES!"

"Yes?"

"Yes! I will marry you, Charles Bartholomew Bass!" I practically screamed.

I carefully helped my now fiancé to his feet. We shared another long, sweet kiss.

*End Flashback*

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