A/N:This is the 2nd time I said I was doing a oneshot, and failed to keep to that! I love this story, so yeah, I made it a twoshot. This is from Blair's POV, and it's a little longer, for some reason, and I hope you like it. Don't worry, there's a happy ending. . .

She knows he's watching her.

She just knows, as if his eyes are boring a hole on her back. She can feel it at school, during breaks, at the Van der Woodsen's—practically everywhere. The worst part of it is having the feeling that he's there, watching, even when she knows for a fact he isn't. She tries to ignore it, at best at his expense when she feels the need. But it's like a gnawing feeling, and she can't help it.

"Blair, ready?"

Nate's grinning eyes greet her warmly. She receives his flowers with a smile and kisses his cheek, a friendly gesture.

"Not bad, Archibald. Almost forgot how handsome you are," she tells him lightly, with a smile.

"Same goes for you," he replies ,playfully holding out his arm. "Shall we?"

"Where to first?"

"Gramercy Taverns. Your favorite right?""

Blair's impressed, and surprised. As a friend, Nate doing better than he was as a boyfriend. "Yes. . .How did you know?"

Nate meets her eyes with a small flush. "I. . .Serena."

"Oh, okay."

"Have you heard from Chuck?"

She narrows his eyes at him. "No. Should I have?"

Nate shrugs. She thinks he looks a little unsure, nervous.

"Nevermind about that Basshole, okay?" She flashes him a big smile. "Let's go have our prom."

Chuck looks handsome, but it's as if he hasn't slept well lately, and his suit looks a little loose on him. He stands in the corner with no one, only a drink for company, and before she tells herself she can't be worried, she already is. Looking away, she smiles at something Serena says.

"It's so great you and Nate are going together, B," Serena says cheerily, despite the fact that Dan isn't coming. "It's just like old times."

"Right."

"We're just friends, of course," Nate reminds Serena. "I'm with Vanessa and Blair's. . ." He furrows his brow. "I'm not really sure. Something with Chuck."

"Nothing with Chuck," Blair snaps to correct him. "I'm done with him."

Serena laughs softly. "Nobody believes that, you know."

Blair pretends to be mad and glares at her. "I'm going to the ladies' room until this topic runs dry."

She turns her back and walks to the other side of the corner, throwing where Chuck just was a couple of moments ago a glance. He isn't there anymore. Maybe he found himself someone to occupy his night with, she scoffs. Typical Chuck Bass.

She's too engrossed in herself; Blair suddenly collides with someone else, and nearly trips over her dress when a pair of hands catch her. Annoyed, she looks up and prepares to bitch whoever it is.

"What the hell are you—"

It's Chuck. He only smiles, when she wishes he would smirk. "Waldorf."

She frowns. "Get your hands off."

He holds his hands up, as if in surrender. "Don't worry. I won't be bothering you."

"You better damn not." Even she thinks her voice sounds pathetic. "Now, excuse me, I need to go."

He steps out of her way. "No thank you?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She scrutinizes him and his voice; there's no trace of sarcasm, no cocked eyebrow, no triumphant smirk. It scares her a little.

He disappears faster, or as fast as he came, and she's left wondering what in God's name has happened to him to make him so serious and polite. She's forgotten all about going to the ladies' room and heads back to Nate and Serena, him whispering to her best friend. They're both wearing smiles on their faces, but upon seeing her obviously switch topics.

"What are you guys talking about?" Blair asks pointedly. Nate shifts his gaze, glancing at someone behind Blair.

"Um, nothing interesting."

"Really? What is it?"

"Blair, we're at prom!" Serena exclaims, shaking her friend by the shoulder. "Relax, the world isn't against you tonight."

She twists her lips. "That's what they want me to think."

The trio laughs and the girls take turns dancing with Nate. It's just like old times, except that Blair just somehow couldn't help but feel empty and alone, despite the company.

He would not speak to her.

For some reason, whenever they bumped into each other, he would never speak more than a few reluctantly uttered words. What had happened to Chuck? Bass Industries is probably on his mind, she tells herself. Blair would never admit it—to herself or to Serena—but there were times she could not help thinking about him, could not stop doing it.

One day Gossip Girl posted that Chuck Bass had broken his arm in a bar brawl. She saw him at school, his eyes sunken, nursing his arm in a cast with Nate talking over him. He didn't seem a least bit worried, and almost seemed amused at his cast.

"So are you in?"

"In what, S?" she asks absentmindedly.

Serena frowns. "Shopping at Bendel's after school. B, what's going on with you?"

Blair forces a smile and slings her bag over her shoulder. "I have to get going, you know, do some things before school starts. See you later?"

"Okay. . .Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, mother," she replies with an eye roll.

The halls are still empty at this time; it's early, and most of the people who'd already arrived are outside. Her heels echo resoundingly, clicking on the white floors when suddenly she sees Chuck at the corner of the hall, or rather, his head. Quickly, she turns around before he can see him, but there's nowhere to hide.

"Blair."

Blair bites her lip and closes her eyes for a moment before spinning around slowly. "Bass, how nice to see you to talk to me."

He smiles again, that sad smile, and walks closer to her as she stands stiffly. "How have you been?"

"Better than you, evidently," she points out, eyeing his cast. "Heard you go into a bit of a fight in the Palace bar. Drank much?"

"If you knew why I punched that. . .neanderthal in the first place, you'd be thanking me."

"Are you just waiting for me to ask you?" she snaps.

"I heard him telling all his pathetic friends about bagging Blair Waldorf," he tells her as a matter-of-factly, looking at her intently. "It was a lie, wasn't it?"

She recoils a little. Chuck Bass defending her honor? It was nice of him, but also made her feel incredibly stupid to have said those things to him after what he's done. Blair looks away, at the wall behind his head and tries to come up with something to say when he beat her to it.

"Look I know I said I wasn't going to bother you at prom, but—"

She stopped him there. "I have to go now, submit this modified script for a play."

"I—"

Blair stepped past him and hurriedly turned around the corner, pushed through the doors and tried to get his disappointed face out of her mind.

It's not really a surprise that Blair Waldorf is valedictorian for this year, after all, she's been dreaming her speech up ever since she could remember.

On the day of graduation itself, Blair's as nervous as ever and she's fretting over her speech; if she'd memorized it right, what if she forgot the words, did she write it well enough. Her father and Roman had flown all the way from France, and her mother had cancelled a meeting for her graduation and speech. Thinking about all of that made the butterflies flutter in her stomach, getting worse and worse.

"You'll be great up there, Waldorf."

She turns to see Chuck give her his smile again, the sad one, as he hands her a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

It isn't supposed to be making her feel better, but it's a surprise that he does. It's been weeks since they've even spoken to each other; every time he tried to start a conversation or look at her, she would turn away, a part of her wishing she hadn't.

He's gone when she looks back.

"Most people would called us spoiled," she begins later on. Everyone's eyes are on her, she realizes in half-panic. "The world does, and we can't deny it. We get everything we want most of the time, and if we never work a second in our lives we would probably be fine with what we have in our trusts funds."

She pauses and sweeps her eyes across the crowd , meeting Serena's grinning face and her thumbs up. Roman and Harold are filming excitedly, speaking in hushed and frantic French.

"But today is the day we show them who really are and what we can truly do. We have to show them that we are worthy of our reputations, that we can rightly take over the world."

This garnered smiles and chuckles.

"And if you're scared, that's fine too. It's just right to be, but never let the fear discourage you from what you want to do," she continued, finding her eyes locking with Chuck. "Don't run away because you might find yourself regretting it. Ten years from now, we'll be meeting again as alumnae, all of us, and we'll see then if we fought as hard as we should."

"Life is scary, no doubt. But if we let fear take hold of us, life would not be life. To all my friends, classmates and others," she continues, earning grins and laughs. "I wish you the best for the rest of your life."

From the corner of her eye, she sees them all rise and applaud her warmly, hears Roman praising her vigorously. But really, she has eyes only for him, and he for her. Chuck's standing in the middle of it all, clapping his hands with a smile, not the sad one anymore.

And for the first time since he's been smiling, she smiles back.

After all the excitement has mildly died down in the auditorium, Blair stays back just to feel it a little longer. The floor is littered with graduation caps and confetti and flower petals; it looks perfect for a scene in a movie. Only it seems so sad when she herself should be happy.

"Why are you still here?"

She suppresses a smile. "I'm getting used to you surprising me from out of nowhere."

"Well, if I didn't, you'd probably run away." Chuck offers her some flowers, which she takes and holds close to her face for the scent. "You were amazing up there. You could run for president someday, you know."

"Would you vote for me?"

"Most assuredly." Chuck takes her hand, kisses it softly, and then looks up into her eyes. "I never did get to finish my sentence a few weeks ago."

Her heart is beating so fast it's a shock she can still hear his voice. This time, she can't run away, and she won't; she couldn't be a hypocrite now.

"Then finish it now."

"I was going to say that. . .I tried staying away from you, Blair. I really did," he tells her earnestly. "It's just so hard."

"We're inevitable, remember?" she teases him with a wide smile.

"And I was also going to say I love you."

She stares up at him as if not comprehending anything. He furrows his brow at her look.

"I love you, Blair."

She snaps back into herself and grins."Is that all? Aren't you going to kiss me, Bass?" she teases.

Chuck leans down and kisses her, and everything's perfect and just the way she wants. She has Yale and Chuck and all the other people she loves.

She's happy.

Hope it isn't that terribble. . .:)