A/N: Here is the third instalment of "Surprise". I hope you like it and that it continues the story how you want it to!! Feel free to tell me what you think – positive or negative. Thanks to those who have reviewed so far, I really really appreciate it!! Enjoy!

An awkward moment of silence passed between the equally awkward foursome. Chuck didn't know what to say to Blair and Blair didn't know what to say to Chuck. Neither Nate nor Serena had a clue how to break the silence or ease the tension in the air, they too sharing a slightly darkened, cloudy past. Blair though the silence must have lasted five minutes at least but in reality, it can't have been more than thirty seconds. She felt as though all eyes were on her to say something first; especially Chuck's. The pair hadn't broken eye contact since he first whispered her name.

"Is that the time already? Sorry S, Sirus needed me back as soon as, see you later." Blair blurted out, looking at her watch but mentally cursing herself for such a pathetic, textbook runaway.

"Nate" she acknowledged before pausing slightly to say Chuck's name. The other three could sense the pain in her voice as she made her escape. Chuck's heart felt a shooting pain as he registered that he was the reason she sounded so broken. As the door bell sounded to show that Blair had made her exit, Chuck's face visibly screwed up, before he regained his composure as if to pretend nothing had happened. True Chuck Bass style.

After a brief exchange with Serena, Chuck exited shortly after Blair, made his excuses to Nate and headed home. He couldn't believe what an unbelievable situation he had waltzed into. As soon as he got back into Suite 1812, he filled a glass of scotch and began to sip it, whilst hearing in the back of his mind Blair's voice saying how bad the alcohol was for his liver and his brain and his this and his that. For some reason that Chuck simply couldn't explain, Blair's criticism made him immediately set down the glass on the table.

Blair practically run home, and as soon as the door shut behind her, allowed the tears to fall. She had held them in since the restaurant and her throat was burning; she just couldn't restrain herself any more. Almost involuntarily, her knees betrayed her and she sank to the floor, until she was no more than a crying, huddled mess. It was similar to her stance earlier that morning; so much for the retail therapy.

Tip tap. Tip tap. Dorota's shoes could be heard getting louder and louder, heading hurriedly towards Blair. Her forehead was scrunched and Dorota looked puzzled and concerned in equal measures.

"Miss Blair. Come. We go upstairs and I bring you comfort." Dorota said, offering her hands to help Blair up. After a momentary pause, Blair accepted the outreached hand and allowed her maid, who had become one of her best friends to support her up the stairs and fold back the covers of the bed. Blair sat on the edge of the satin sheets so that Dorota could remove her heels. Blair lazily shuffled her body around so that she was curled into the foetal position, making her feel the tiniest bit safer than she had done minutes before.

Within a couple of minutes, Dorota had returned with a hot water bottle, bar of chocolate and of course, "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Over the years, Dorota had learned exactly what was required in these situations and the biggest no-no was to mention the names Chuck or Bass. If such a mistake was made, it was sure to lead to a few heated words and a frosty attitude for the following few days.

Blair smiled weakly at Dorota and put the film on in an attempt to take her mind off of the issue. Her eyes were glued to the television screen but the same couldn't be said for her mind. His slightly squared jaw. His eyes. His hands. His hair. His lips. Every bit of him took over her mind until she could no longer think straight. He was so bad for her. Completely the wrong choice. Blair knew it would only lad to heartbreak further down the line, but right now, she just wanted him. She wanted, needed in fact, the electrical pulses that she couldn't control every time he touched her. If their arms even brushed, Blair's mind and body went wild.

But Blair wasn't stupid. She knew the idea was impossible. She knew it could never happen. So she would just sit there, and eat the chocolate, whilst watching Audrey Hepburn live the perfect life. Within five minutes, the whole chocolate bar had been consumed and Blair immediately regretted it. She pulled herself out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. As she looked herself up and down in the full length mirror, she felt absolutely disgusting. It was no wonder her and Chuck could never be – who would want to be any where near, let alone touch that? Lumpy and bumpy and ugly. She ran her hands over her body, and was found the result utterly repulsive. Blair kneeled on the floor and placed her hands on the sides of the toilet bowl, ready to repeat what she had done so many times before.

Blair lay in bed, the taste in her mouth reminding her of her self loathing. The rain poured and Audrey Hepburn went to rescue Cat, in turn mesmerising Blair. It always had been Blair's favourite part of the movie, not least for the reminder of Chuck. For as long as she could remember, he had nicknamed her Cat, and although she couldn't remember exactly how it came about, she knew that no one but her had ever seen that softer side of the one and only Bass Junior. When she left the restaurant earlier that afternoon, she had thought just for a split second, that she had seen a glimmer of emotion in Chuck's eyes. However she must have been mistaken, for it had disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived.

As she lay trembling on the bed, with tear stained cheeks and the credits rolling, there came a small knock on the door. Dorota appeared and quietly informed Blair that she had a visitor. Whoever could it be?

GG: Gossip Girl here. So, the Upper East Side's hottest couple share a frost exchange at a local café, but is the temperature about to be turned up again? You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.