"Blair, before you say anything-"

"No, before you say anything. How could you? After everything!?"

Chuck's hands clenched and unclenched nervously. "I didn't...I was trying to-"

Blair's face contorted into a mask of fury. "What is this?!"

Her pale hand held up the note he had written her, the paper crumpling under her forceful grasp. He flushed and looked away, clearing his throat before looking back.

"I planned on being gone when you found it." The mutter broke the tense silence.

A shrill scream pierced the room, and all Chuck saw was a blur of chocolate curls and an onyx slip before he was pounced upon. He staggered under the unexpected wait of her propelling herself onto him, and wound up sprawled across her bed on his back. Her hands started flapping around, pounding him in the chest.

"Well!" A solid his to his arm landed before she continued. "I'm," punch "A light," punch "Sleeper!"

He caught her hands and flipped them over, pinning her wrists above her head. She scowled at the change in position and began to writhe, fighting to regain the upper hand. Dark eyes bore into hers, and for the first time since she woke up, she lay perfectly still.

"Trust me, I know." He murmured.

His lips descended onto hers, stopping when he felt her haggard breath on his face. She leaned up into him, shaking loose of his grasp, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Strong arms held him up on both sides of her, and when he spoke he transferred them to wrap around her.

"You sure?"

The whisper was warm and husky in her ear, causing her to shiver.

"No…We need to…" She gasped quietly as he went to work on her neck. "Chuck…Stop! Okay? We need to think this through. You were about to leave me, and for a totally stupid reason too."

Chuck sat up angrily, crossing his arms in a petulant manner, reminding Blair of a small child. "Fine! Let's talk. Let's talk about how my father died, leaving me to run his ginormous company. Let's talk about how every time I look at you, I feel drunk and trapped and happy and scared, Blair."

Her gaze morphed into one of a woman who was quite possibly deranged. "Oh, Me! Your cowardice is my fault, is it? This is terrifying for me too, Chuck! But you don't see me running away like a child! How easy do you think it is for me to watch the man I love loose hurt like this?"

"You can't fix everything Blair!" His voice raised higher. "I don't even want you to!"

"Well what do you want?! What are we even doing?"

Her voice trailed into a whisper, and Chuck swore under his breath.

"I don't know Blair! I don't think I can do this right now, not with everything else."

She nodded solemnly, brushing her hair away from her face. Huffing, she sat down on the edge of her bed and crossed her arms tightly.

"So where does this leave us?"

Chuck shrugged helplessly. "I want to be with you, just-"

Blair cut him off. "Just not now. I understand, Chuck. Right now, we can just get through this. Then we can think about more."

Chuck nodded quietly. "I need to get going."

She was up and in front of him immediately, engulfing him in one of her infamous Blair Waldorf hugs. One hug from her could cure cancer, or revive the dead. Well maybe not. But it could totally make Chuck Bass melt.

"I'm not letting you get away from me, Bass." She said into his chest. "Your still one of my best friends, and I lo- care about you. We aren't about to throw this away-"

His grip tightened on her. "I wouldn't dream of it. I'll see you Monday, alright?"

"Okay."

Fin.

OKAY….So do ya'll remember when I promised a decent length story filled with fluffy drama and a side of chair loving? Well, a recent (and scarily similar) event in my personal life has driven me to not only take it out on everyone's favorite power couple, but to end it like that, leaving them (and you) high and dry. At least this way, it's more cannon./? I know- I suck. Sorry guys!