A/N: You guys are amamzing! Thanks SO much for all the wonderful reviews! I was worried that some people would be turned off by where the story is going but it seems you guys are enjoying it. So thank you. I hope you enjoy this update and please review it after!

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Chapter 3: Blair Who?

Blair felt all the memories- or nightmares rather, begin to register in her mind, and felt that the room was spinning.

"So that's it?"

"I love you too."

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"Well I have to take a shower; you're welcome to join me. I'd love your company,"

"Of course you would,"

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"Sorry Waldorf but something urgent has come in at work. Can I meet you there?"

"Yes of course. But I get the limo,"

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Blair stepped into the freshly washed limo and slide across the buttery seats. She smoothed out her sequined crimson dress that flared out accentuating her tiny waist. She told Arthur where the party was located, sat back and just relaxed. Blair sat their toying with her phone impatiently. She checked her reflection for one last time checking if one curl was out of place or had any makeup smudges. Nothing, Blair thought happily. Everything was perfect.

What happened from then on was a blur. Blair felt herself being jolted forward and she fell to the carpeted floor of the limo. Blair gasped quickly in shock and felt the car lean towards the right side. She heard the shattering of glass and something hit her forehead. Hard. Then everything went black.

I was in a car crash? Blair thought to herself. She remembered how Chuck said he would meet her there and where was he? How long had she been asleep?

Thankfully a nurse walked in her room then immediately called the doctor in.

"How long have you been awake?" The lady asked her mouth hung open revealing coffee stained teeth. Blair could smell smoke in her breath and scrunched her nose.

"A couple minutes, I think," Blair replied forcing herself to not comment on the nurse in front of her.

A female doctor entered the room, clipboard in hand. She sat down and examined Blair.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost ten years Ms. Waldorf. We were close to just injecting you because we never thought you were going to wake up."

TEN YEARS? Blair screamed in her head. Blair just calm down, relax at least your still alive, Blair chanted to herself. Alive… and wrinkly! This is so not good, Blair thought. Ten years? I must be ancient now! I need a mirror and stat! Blair's mind raced.

"It's okay Ms. Waldorf, you not the first person to have gone through this," The doctor spoke slowly trying to make sure she was following.

"When do I get to leave this place?"

"If all goes well it should only be a few more weeks."

"Where is my family?" Blair demanded.

"Oh well they have made many visits over the years but are not here this very moment. I'll have the secretary call them straight away. The grotesque nurse from earlier re-entered the white sterilized hospital room with a tray of food. She put it on Blair's bedside and took off the cream coloured cover to reveal a rubbery piece of meat, some overcooked broccoli and carrots with a scoop of smashed potatoes.

Blair tried to refrain from making a comment and politely said, "no thank you, I'm not hungry," Blair faked a smile and refrained from saying what was on her mind. Everything was fine. So what if no one was here when she awakened? So what if her boyfriend was not here to kiss her when she'd wake up and make her feel better. So what if this place had plastic, poor people food. Everything is fine.

After I can get released from this hell hole, I can just go back to New York and surprise everyone. Chuck probably would be busy with business but he would make sure to see me, Blair thought. He was probably at my bedside all these years and had to take a break. Blair thought calmly.

Blair flipped through a copy of the latest vogue magazine. After a ten year absence she needed to know what was in style and out. Who decided that platform shoes were in again? Honestly, it was bad enough the first time but second? Blair thought.

A light knock on the door signaled Blair that someone was there. Finally! After a couple of days someone was coming to see me! Blair thought excitedly. It had to be Chuck, it just had to be, Blair thought convinced. The door opened slowly, and Blair felt her stomach drop. It was Eleanor.

"Mother," Blair spoke as happily as she could after that devastating blow. Eleanor walked in and Blair took in her appearance. She still wore dark dress suits to make her look slimmer. Blair only noticed more wrinkles around her eyes and more grey around her roots. It's nice to know her mother is still dying her hair.

"Oh Blair, thank heavens your alright! We thought you'd never make it!"Eleanor said enveloping her daughter in a hug. Blair stunned at her mother's affection towards her awkwardly hugged her back.

"Sorry I'm not really presentable right now-"

"You still look marvelous. This has helped you lose a couple of pounds and you still look young."

Blair felt her heart soar and sink in the span of over two seconds. Of course her mother would ruin the compliment.

"Blairbear!" Blair glanced at the open doorway to see her father and roman bearing flowers and teddies

"Daddy!" Blair squealed happily.

"Oh Blairbear you had us worried sick!" he said giving his little girl a bear hug.

"Hi Roman," Blair greeted.

"Hello Blair, still as beautiful as always. You would not believe how much your father worried about you these past ten years."

"It was a relief to say the least," Harold spoke happily.

"So what has happened since I … have not been around?" Blair asked.

"Too much. Perhaps another time I will fill you in, you need your rest darling," Eleanor replied.

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy. I've slept the day away and for years. Please I have time."

"Well first with Eleanor Waldorf designs…"

Chuck entered the penthouse after a long day at work. He tossed her briefcase casually on the sofa and wiped his tired eyes. Chuck noticed the house was very quite. A little too quiet. Matthew was never that quiet. It must be a miracle.

Chuck walked down the hallway to the master bedroom to see the master bathroom door closed a strip of light visible under the doorway. Chuck walked over to it a smirk on his face when he heard the sound of Madeline. Although not in the way he was hoping.

Chuck tried to open the door but it was locked and found himself knocking lightly, "Madeline?... Is everything okay?"

He heard the toilet being flushed and the sound of water running. Finally Madeline opened the door and Chuck looked at her concerned. Her cheeks were a little pale and lips were chapped.

"Yes I'm okay. I just don't think the sushi I ate tonight agreed with me," she replied simply.

"Oh okay," Chuck spoke feeling relieved.

"How was your day?" Madeline asked emerging into the master bedroom.

"Dada!"

Both parents heads turned to see Matthew, his hair sticking up on all ends, his hands outstretched wanting his father to pick him up.

"Hey, little guy," Chuck said while scooping him up in his arms.

"Dada, Mama play," Matthew demanded.

Chuck chuckled, "its past your bedtime Matthew."

"No," Matthew said shaking his head.

"Alright maybe for a half an hour," Chuck gave in. He turned to Madeline who had her arms crossed at his decision.

"Oh come on, it's only a half an hour," Chuck reasoned.

"Yeah, but you don't have to deal with him tomorrow morning when he will be tired and grumpy," she retorted.

"Mama too," Matthew added.

Madeline tried to keep a sense of composure but finally gave in, "fine. That boy is going to be the death of us when we get older."

After two hours of hearing about her mothers design company, Blair felt like her head was about to explode. Ever since she awakened, she had an on and off migraine. It was later in the evening and Blair felt exhausted, and was about to sleep when she heard her stomach growl.

Blair finally gave in and decided to eat the gross rubbery food awaiting her on her bedside table. Blair grasped a fork and felt her arms shake trying to scoop up a piece of broccoli. Blair finally was able to stab the stem of it and slowly, reeled it back to her face. With her mouth opened awaiting the shred of food it bounced on her hospital gown and fell on to the linoleum floor.

"Great," Blair mumbled under her breath.

Blair tried again but this time spooned some smashed potatoes on her fork and successfully made it back into her mouth. Once in it, Blair instantly felt like spitting it out. What kind of food does this place have? It might end up being the cause of why people die here! Blair thought as she forced it down.

Blair continued this system, for a while and still spilled most vegetables on the ground but got some food in her stomach. Blair looked over to the clock, it was almost midnight. Blair took this as a sign to rest and once her head touched the pillow she fell into a soundless restful sleep.

"Uh-oh," Matthew's mouth formed into a little o. The tower of blocks they had been building finally fell to the floor.

Chuck looked down at his son and felt a smile grace his lips. It didn't happen often since the accident, but it mostly happened when his son was around.

Chuck made a pact from when Matthew was born to be everything his father wasn't. He wanted to play with his son, provide warmth and love to him; everything his father didn't do. Chuck felt that he would have failed if he turns out like his father and have his son hate him. He wasn't going to do that. Not today and not ever.

"Time to go to bed," Madeline announced and picked up Matthew, "say goodnight to daddy."

"Goo nigh, dada," Matthew placed a sloppy kiss on his father's cheek and Madeline took him away into the nursery putting him to bed.

Chuck made his way back to the master bedroom and slipped on a pair of pajamas. Today had been exhausting and Chuck just wanted to sleep.

Madeline entered the master bedroom and said, "That son of ours is bound to be a troublemaker when he is older." She crawled into bed beside him.

"I believe the saying is like father, like son."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Madeline pecked his lips, "Goodnight Chuck."

"Goodnight, Maddie."

A few days had passed and Blair was starting to feel better. Things had been hard to do since she had awakened. She had become slower at eating and had migraines quite frequently. That's what happens after you wake up from a coma.

Blair eyed the phone and was sick of waiting to see him; I'll just call him myself, Blair concluded.

Blair looked at a sheet of phone numbers her mother had left her; she'd first try to see if Chuck was at home first, then his work phone number. She didn't want to seem like a needy girlfriend or anything.

Blair dialed the number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?" A female's was heard on the other end. It couldn't be Serena, her voice sounded quite different then this person's on the other end. She must have dialed the wrong number.

"Oh.. . I'm sorry I think I have the wrong number. Is Chuck Bass there?"

"No he is at work right now, do you want me to take a message?"

"No-no thanks. I'll just… call another time. Goodbye," Blair hung up timidly.

Blair sat their confused. What girl would pick up the phone? Not the maids, it wasn't Serena…

Blair still pondered this for the rest of her day. I'll just stick to the original plan to surprise him, Blair decided. Then I'll get answers.

To be continued…

A/N: So I realize that this is more of Blair in season one, but I just find her thoughts so hilarious back then and decided to use that approach. So what did you think? Thoughts, opinions? Please review!