A/N:Hey, so I am probably going to be making very frequent updates because I am off for a few more days and I am very excited about this story. Review please. If you think of an idea let me know. All suggestions welcome. Thanks guys!

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"B? Are you okay?"

Blair looked up from her sitting stance next to the toilet and yelled "I'm fine" back at the door. Serena was starting to suspect something. She'd been at her house for just over 6 hours and hadn't eaten. She tried not to. When she did though, this is what happened. It was a reflex at this point. After one week of forcing herself to do it, the action became natural again. Old habits die hard. She washed her face and her hands and carried herself out to Serena's bedroom.

"Are you okay Blair?" she asked. Blair could see the concern in her eyes. She was the only one who had tried to call her every day before she had risen from her bed seven hours earlier. She was the only one who knew the whole story, the dirty details of the love that had risen and fallen and vanished before Blair's innocent eyes.

"I'm fine, I just ate to much that's all." Serena's concern turned to a stern wonder.

"Are you pregnant B? Tell me the truth because if you are I swear to god I will hunt down that stupid Bass and kill him." Blair jumped from the seat she had just taken at the end of Serena's bed.

"What?! No! How dare you accuse me of such things! Serena I thought you would know me better than that," Blair reached for her purse and started to head out.

"Wait B-"Blair halted in the doorway "I'm sorry you know I'm just concerned. After what happened with Chuck I just-I couldn't help but wonder ok?"

"Okay fine." Just then Serena and Blair's phones both went off at the same time. Serena flipped her phone open and gasped.

"Blair! Don't---" It was too late. Blair had flipped open her phone to a text message from Gossip Girl

Spotted: Chuck Bass getting off a flight from Bangkok, Thailand at his daddy issued suppressed for now? So now that he's back I wonder how a certain Brunette is going to react. Welcome home Chucky. Xoxo Gossip Girl

Blair's jaw dropped. Of course after she decides to forget he decides to come back. She threw her phone back into her bag and barely muttered an "I've gotta go" to Serena before fleeing the Van der Woodsen's home. She took the elevator down to the lobby and then out the revolving door.

What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? I don't want him to see me like this. He won't come looking for me anyway. What's the point?

Blair found her driver around the corner and asked for him to take her home. She thought it was over. It was so far from being over though. She had no idea that her favorite pair of eyes was watching her at this very moment.

Chuck couldn't help it. His eyes were transfixed on her from the moment he saw her again. She looked fine but he knew better. She didn't radiate the confidence she used to. He knew that just from looking at her. He knew something was wrong and he knew it was all about him.

He watched her car speed away. God knows to where. He'd gotten the same Gossip Girl text the rest of them had. She was probably running away from him at this point. Just then his phone vibrated. Serena.

Here goes nothing

"Hello?" he said monotonously into the receiver.

"Chuck! I swear if you even go near her I will strangle you with your favorite scarf do you understand me?? I'm not kidding." Serena shrieked. Chuck couldn't help but laugh because she sounded so like her mother.

"Well hello to you too sis"

"Chuck I'm not kidding. If you go to her you will destroy her even more. She just got up the nerve to talk to anyone so please Chuck don't"

"I love her"

"Wh-what?"

"That's right. I love her and that's why I came back so I'm going to do anything I have to"

"And what makes you think you have the right to do that?"

"I'm Chuck Bass"

"That's not a reason..I J-"

"Bye Serena" Chuck clicked the phone shut and smiled at the thought of Serena screaming at the phone in total frustration with him.

"Driver, to Blair's penthouse." Chuck's excitement suddenly turned to nerves as his driver took off in the direction of Blair's residence. What was he going to say? Was she even going to listen to him? He knew that he had to try to win her back, not matter what. It didn't matter if he didn't try.

Moments later he was parked in front of the enormous building that housed his love. All of a sudden he felt his legs go numb in an attempt to keep him from going inside. He pulled himself out of the car with all of his willpower and pushed forth through the lobby and into the elevator. The elevator seemed to go slower than it ever had. He started to think about turning around, stopping this whole charade. He already knew she was going to hate him. It was too late, he had reached her penthouse.

Chuck stepped out of the elevator, his hands in his pockets. Blair was nowhere to be seen. He heard a faint coughing coming from upstairs. Blair. He knew he had to do it. He wanted to. He ran up the stairs and into the familiar hallway that led to her room. He could hear the faintest lines from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" coming from her television. He then knew she was definitely home. The coughing grew louder. He walked down the hallway and then finally after what seemed like forever, reached her room. Chuck took a deep breath and pushed the door open ever so slightly.

Chuck stepped into her bedroom with the greatest of ease. Everything had been unchanged since he left her two weeks ago. The noticed the note he had left her was sitting on her nightstand. Tissues were strung around her bedside, obviously two weeks' worth. He knew he had hurt her. He did not know she hadn't left this room, the room they shared their last rendezvous in, the room where he cried in her arms, in two weeks.

"Blair?" He whispered. The toilet flushed in her bathroom and the door swung open. Blair stepped out of the bathroom in the blue silk nightgown she had stripped down to when she got home. Her head hung down towards the floor as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

My god

Chuck looked at her with all of the want in the world. Her frame had obviously thinned a bit. Her brown curls were flat and dull. Her skin was white-ghost white. She looked sick. He was ashamed. He knew he was responsible for this Blair he saw before him. She was unlike he had ever seen her.

Finally she looked up at Chuck. She stopped right in her tracks no more than five feet away from the man she loved. Her eyes grew large and her jaw dropped. She had expected him no doubt, but not this soon. Her jaw quickly closed and turned to a frown. He could see the tears forming in her eyes and it broke him. He never wanted to see her cry.

Both tried to speak but nothing came out. Where to begin? What to do? What to say? Finally the silence was broken when Chuck pushed out the three little words Blair had begged him to say to her two weeks ago.

"I love you"