Author's Note: Okay, well, some people were asking for a second part to this story; therefore, I have decided to do so. Please review and let me know what you think! Also, this is a day or two after part one.

Disclaimer: I do not own RENT or Gossip Girl.

"Miss Blair," Dorota hollered, knocking on Blair's door.

"Come in, Dorota," the petite brunette replied, not moving for her bed where she sat, flipping through a magazine.

"A package came for you this morning," Dorota explained, placing a small brown box on Blair bed.

"From?" Blair pressed, eyeing her.

"It doesn't say," Dorota clarified.

"Alright, well thanks anyway, Dorota," Blair thanked as Dorota exited her room.

Sighing to herself, Blair picked the box up and placed it in front of her, eyeing it for a long minute. Who would send her something? Marcus would've just given it to her in person, and no one else would dream of sending her something. Unless it was blackmail. Or a death threat.

Finally, she decided to stop "what if"-ing and open the package. Rapidly ripping it open, she saw two small tickets sitting in the large, capacious box. Blair lifted them and read the print.

Two tickets to RENT. On closing night.

Only one person knew she liked RENT.

Chuck.

Chuck had sent her two tickets. Wouldn't he just send one? Maybe he bought one for himself too so he could show up and ruin her night.

She snorted. It was most likely the latter.

Who the hell did he think he was? RENT had always been one of their good memories. Why did he have to ruin it by using it in a plot against her? Great. She pondered what he had planned. Ugh. He was going down.

Blair immediately jumped up, sliding on her white coat and a pair of gold heels before grabbing the tickets and heading out the door.

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Chuck lifted the glass to his mouth, pouring the scotch down his throat and reveling in the burning sensation.

He had been living off of scotch for a good two weeks now. It was probably time he mixed it up a little. He made a mental note to pick up some tequila.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a firm, but soft banging on his front door.

Chuck sighed, setting down his glass and sauntering toward the door. He swung it open to reveal Blair before him clad in a white pea coat.

"Come to finish up what we started at your party?" Chuck inquired with a wicked smirk.

"You're disgusting," Blair retorted, entering Chuck's suite.

"I take it that's a no," Chuck muttered in response.

"Who do you think you are?" Blair yelled.

"I'm-" he began.

"Don't finish that sentence", Blair commanded, glaring at him, "What are you plotting?"

"What do you mean what am I plotting?" Chuck spat, reaching for his glass and taking yet another sip of scotch.

"You know exactly what I mean you Basshole!" she angrily shouted, "Why did you send me tickets to RENT? What's your plan? Hmmm?"

"I know this may be a hard concept for you to grasp, Waldorf, but I was trying to be nice", Chuck defended, earning an eye roll from Blair.

"Since when do you try to be nice?" she smirked.

"Blair, listen. I saw the ad in the paper that RENT was closing. It's always been our thing. Since we were fourteen. I would've just taken you myself, but you and I aren't necessarily on good terms", he explained.

"And whose fault is that?" she shot back.

"Listen, Blair, I was just-" Chuck started.

"Scared. I know. But scared isn't good enough," she insisted, "You know what I want to hear".

"Blair, listen, I do, you know. I can't say it, but I do. I really do", Chuck begged.

"When I talked to you after the White Party, would you care to know what I was reminded of, Chuck?" Blair probed.

"Enlighten me", Chuck responded, sipping his drink.

"The night Nate and I broke up last year", she informed him.

At those words, Chuck felt his throat go dry. She was comparing him to Nathaniel. He had always placed himself on a higher pedestal than Nate when it came to his relationship with Blair. Chuck swore to himself that he would not hurt Blair the way Nate did. Not as long as he lived. And standing there, with the love of his life telling him that he was exactly like her cheating ex-boyfriend made Chuck want to throw himself off of a cliff.

"I loved him. I trusted him. He cheated on me and completely and utterly betrayed me. We were standing outside of my penthouse, by a limo – the one that was about to take us to Victrola to meet you. I asked him if he loved me. All he had to do was say yes and I was his. Forever. No matter what. But he simply stood there, looking down at the floor, as if I was so completely worthless he couldn't even bring himself to look at me. And here were are. I thought you were different. I really did Chuck, but apparently, you and Nate are exactly the same. I put my trust in both of you, and neither of you even cared," Blair lamented, her eyes welling with tears.

"Blair, I-" Chuck pleaded.

"Just forget it, Chuck", she mumbled, placing the tickets in his hand, "I can't accept these. You keep them. Yeah, RENT was always our thing, but things were different then. You were always there for me. You were my best friend. Those were good memories, but they were in the past. Now you're just like Nate. I gave you my heart and you ripped it out and walked all over it".

Chuck simply stood there, silently begging himself to say something. Anything.

"Enjoy the show," Blair flatly stated before striding out the door and shutting it behind her.

"I love you," Chuck finally vocalized. Too bad no one was around to hear it.

A/N: Well, I hope that wasn't too depressing! Review and let me know what you thought! Thanks!