A/N: Next chapter. So as you can see, the prologue was a shot four years in the future. To be honest, I can't say how many chapters this will take, but it will be a few before we get there. So just enjoy the ride. There will be vast time jumps so we can get there faster.

Summary: She had come for him. And a part of him didn't care. He couldn't care that she wasn't going to take off her ring and nothing allotted her to break of her engagement. But this was happening. He needed it. And now he knew that so did she.

Disclaimer: Only Blaine (and Richard) are of my own creation. Once again, beta-ed by comewhatmay.x.


It only happened once. Even though the rational part of his brain was screaming at him to just let this one go, he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but think after the wedding and the honeymoon when things started to get complacent with her married life, maybe she could get back to him. He knew how her mind worked better than his own. He knew what she was like. And he knew that she would get bored. It was inevitable. Just like them.

He wished it could have been him. He wished it was him. He wished that it was his ring on her finger and his baby in her stomach, even if he still thought the truth about the latter. But if it couldn't be and it just wasn't, then this was the way he would have her. Even if she was married and he couldn't take her to a movie or hold her hand in public, it would have to do. Because he loved her. He didn't care that she was pregnant and that there was a small percentage that it wasn't his. That body was his and as far as he was concerned, so was all the rest.

It was only one time as the diamond glinted on her finger as she sat next to him at his hotel's bar when she was supposed to be at a bachelorette party.

"What are you doing here?" Chuck asked, taking a swig of scotch before looking at her. "Pub crawl not up to par?"

"Chuck," she whispered. She didn't have to be drunk to be vulnerable and he knew for a fact that she wasn't. Not that it was that hard to deduce. "You know I can't do that."

"So what's the point of a bachelorette party if you can't get drunk?" he asked.

"Not everything is about forgetting," she said gently.

"Don't you want to forget?" he asked. "Everything?"

"Every second."

He remembered how he could be her only confidante and it hurt that she was rebuffing him while seemingly loving him in the same breath.

"Including me," he said bitterly, tapping the bar for another drink.

"Don't do that," she said, closing her hand over his. He looked over at her, hating what he was seeing. He could never hate her, or be disgusted with her, but it was the same rush of a feeling with a hint of familiarity like he was going to compare her to his father's Arabians again. Because she was disappointing him again.

"You're so soft now," he said, shaking his head. She retracted, feeling his disdain for her seeping off of him.

"I can't be selfish anymore, Chuck," she said.

"Right," he laughed. "You're so maternal."

"You certainly thought so," she answered. "At your father's funeral. You remember that, don't you?"

And he was looking at her again in admiration as she realized what she had done. She retracted even more, reveling in this whirlwind of events. She would always bet that girl. That cruel, vain, manipulative and perfect girl he fell in love with.

"Why exactly do you think I'm here?" she asked.

"To torture me," Chuck said without a thought about it.

"I hate being soft," she answered. "And being with you brings out the worst in me."

"You're so beautiful," he said fondly and she wished she didn't have hormones that were raging inside of her for him.

"But you see it as the best," she finished with wonder.

"You are," he said, urging his hand to touch her again.

"I'm sorry," Blair said, sliding away from the bar. "You're right. Being here is just torture. For the both of us. I shouldn't have come."

He sat there, stunned at the small amount of time together and the large things that it produced with him.

"I really am sorry."

He heard his own voice as she leaned in and kissed him chastely on the cheek. But as he watched her walk away, he felt the complete opposite. She was so close and so far but he wasn't letting her get away.

Not after that.

She was just around the corner in the deserted hall as his body urged himself to her. As though she felt him she turned sharply on her heel, and accepted his fervid kiss as she gripped his hair, their bodies slamming into the wall.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse but she wasn't having any of it as she forced him to kiss her again. His hand went instinctively to her waist before he remembered.

She was pregnant.

And she kept telling him that it wasn't his. His hand ghosted to her flat stomach that in the coming months, wouldn't be in that slender form anymore.

"Blair..."

"Just kiss me," she said and he knew what she had come for. She had come for him. And a part of him didn't care. He couldn't care that she wasn't going to take off her ring and nothing allotted her to break off her engagement. But this was happening. He needed it. And now he knew that so did she.

"This isn't fair," he husked as he trailed down her neck.

"I know," she said back, but her hands becoming more insistent. "I'm sorry."

"We should..."

"No," she said as though she knew what he was thinking. "Here."

Blair would never insist on consummating in a hallway behind a bar. "I want this here."

And he knew that this wasn't the same as it usually was.

"I don't want to be soft anymore," she said, gripping at his collar fretfully. But his hands were still calm and it was driving her insane. "Chuck."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, too much love bleeding from his words but he couldn't help it.

"Chuck," she said with more urgency. "I am asking you to be rough with me."

If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask.

She was still the vibrant bitch that he had fell for and his urging body couldn't take it anymore.

"I missed you," he said as an answer and she kissed him roughly. Without even a second's hesitation, his hand on her waist was suddenly a vice as her dress wrinkled under his forceful hand.

"I wish..." Blair started and he knew this could get very emotional. But he just wanted to feel her. He quited her, driving another kiss to her mouth.

"It's okay," he assured her, his hand sliding down her thigh. His adrenaline spiked as he felt her hands at his belt and his own became more fervid as they went to the hem of her skirt.

"Just do it," she breathed hotly as she did away with his belt. He could never let himself forget how impatient she would get. He loved how hot she got for him and this was the moment where he surrendered himself to the passion that had ruled them since they were teenagers.

He ripped her skirt up her thigh as she hiked her leg around his hip. They were very close and very hot and very much behind a public bar. He never liked anyone seeing her in the way that he did but it was just too much. This was too much. She was getting married the following day and he needed this.

So they were very close and very hot and suddenly grinding together in a very familiar primal dance behind a very public bar and he lost himself in her. Her purrs racked through his ears as her hands searched under his shirt.

He felt it coming, the usual and striking sensation as she raked her nails down his back in a cry. Her head was thrown back against the wall as her silken chest heaved as she panted heavily. His hand crept up her neck to weave into her hair, gripping tightly as he drove into her. His teeth teased the skin of her neck, her hair moving at his deep seeded groans.

He hiked her leg farther up his back, feeling his frustration and anger and love and hate and lust pour into her as her nails gripped him so close that he bled.

"I love you," he said like some sort of promise as white flashed before his eyes. It was the only thing he could give. Just this and his declarations of love that always seemed to fall short of a mother's coerced engagement diamond.

They righted themselves and she was looking at him like she had returned his declaration, though from his groaning in his own ears, he doubted it would come clear in any case.

"Even if it isn't mine," he couldn't help but add. She looked at the ground as though in shame before walking past him. "And I want to marry you someday. Even if I'm only the second husband."

"Don't," she said, finding that she really couldn't walk away. "Don't do this."

"So that's all you came for?" he asked. "Because your own husband can't make you weak in the knees. Can't make you swoon? I remember a time where you would cheat on your own boyfriend with me when I just whispered promises of pleasure in your ear at a crowded party."

Her glare was angry and this time she told herself that she really had to walk away. He reached out to pull her back, giving her an impassioned kiss.

"Tell me I'm wrong," he threatened, pulling her hair back so she would actually look at him.

"I'm sorry I can't be enough for you," she said before walking away.

"That's the point," he said angrily after her. "You've always been more than enough. Even when you think you're nothing but baggage to me."

Her eyes were sad and heartbreaking and he knew what this was to her. This was goodbye. She could never be one to cheat on a spouse that had done nothing but just be a match for her. He gave her a baby and now he was giving her a society wedding.

That was done. She had cheated on him. And to Chuck, it did nothing but encourage him.

Really, Blair Waldorf should have known better.

The wedding was beautiful. He hated it. He hated how striking she looked in a gown that she would never wear again and wouldn't even fit her in a couple of months. He hated proclaiming that what was growing in her womb had to be his, but that niggling thought in the back of his brain that told him differently. That Iago within him that told him he was wrong. She was marrying the father of her child. And there was nothing wrong with that no matter how much Chuck wanted to get drunk and stand on a table and proclaim what a cheating, lying whore Blair Waldorf Hyphenation Whatever was. And how much he loved her.

Instead, he just sat back and listened to the toasts that their best friends were forced to say about how Richard and Blair's love was like destiny. They were perfect for each other. They fit like a gentle stream flowed into a giving fjord.

That last one was from Serena and Chuck wondered if she even know what a fjord was. He sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose while everyone else had a champagne toast. Serena elbowed him sharply in the ribs but he just gave her a glare.

"Mom said she was looking at the records today," Serena said lightly as everyone danced. Chuck wondered why he was even invited. He knew that he and Blair liked to torture each other, but they were way past that. They were past high school games that just weren't funny when he wanted to marry her.

"Is that so," Chuck asked, motioning for another drink.

"Are you even listening?"

"No," Chuck answered.

"You can't do it," Serena said. "She's married now."

"Well if Lily was looking where I spent my money, then you know that I already have."

"Chuck," Serena said as Chuck stood up from the table to weave through the crowd. "It's not right."

Chuck Bass never gave a care to what was moral or ethical or right. It was the exact same reason he came across the new bride who was finally the center of attention.

"May I cut in?"

It sounded like a question and although her husband may have been completely oblivious, Blair wasn't. And she knew it wasn't a question. She knew that Chuck had more than his share of Old Fashioned's and when he was like that, he had the propensity to do something she would regret. Like standing on a table and calling her a lying, cheating whore. Because he loved her.

She let Chuck take her hand, interlacing their fingers before pulling her onto the dance floor. They were silent as they swayed to the music. He put his face to her neck, nuzzling the lock of hair that had fallen from her chignon.

"Did you wear your hear like that just to torture me?" he asked throatily.

"Please don't do this here," she said.

"You invited me," he said. "Remember?"

He pulled back to look into her eyes that seemed to be misting over.

"I wish things could have been different."

"Yeah, well you can't get pregnant twice at the same time," he said. "No one was really bothering for protection last night impulsively."

"Please stop," she said.

"What?" he asked. "You mean you didn't tell your husband how you let me screw you up against the wall of a bar where just anyone could walk in? Strange."

"Is that why you're here?" she asked. "To ruin everything? Go ahead and tell him."

"Because he's more likely to believe you than me, right?" Chuck grinned. "Me who bangs anything in his field of vision. Well, you're right. I sure as hell banged you last night."

"Chuck," Blair finally said sharply.

"I got you something," he said with soft fondness lacing his voice.

"What?" she asked, confused at his quick change of pace.

"I think you'll like it," he mused. "You didn't even have to put it on hold."

"Considering this is a wedding, I'm pleased that you so selflessly thought to get me a gift."

"No," he said. "This is just for you. You ran away from me so fast last night I didn't get a chance to give it to you."

"Bribing me, Bass?" Blair asked.

"Only for you," he answered. His arm curled more securely around her waist so there was no space between them. It wasn't polite and it had no propriety but she let herself not care, if only for tonight. "Do you want to see it?"

"I..." Blair said and she knew he had to be drinking at least a little to be this close to her. Not that he was ever entirely sober. "I can't. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Chuck replied, shrugging it off. "It will be here waiting for you when you get back."

"So did you get me an actual wedding present?" she asked coyly.

"I spent a lot of money at Tiffany's," he affirmed. She couldn't help but smile demurely.

"I meant what I said, Waldorf," he said, always refusing to call her by her legal name. "I love you."

"I meant things I said last night too," Blair said. "I just can't mean them here."

"What did you say?" he asked bitterly.

"You were groaning too loudly to hear, I suppose," Blair said offhandedly. He smiled, putting his mouth politely enough to her ear.

"That you love me?"

"The song's over," Blair said shortly, pulling out of his too friendly embrace. The song had ended a long while ago but they still had danced. Neither of them had noticed.

"I'm sure I'll see you after the honeymoon," Chuck said coldly. Blair tried to bite back her tears as she turned away from him to go back to her husband. She felt his eyes on her the entire way. Richard was staring at her and she felt a strange flurry of stomach that made her skin turn cold. She didn't know where it came from.

"He seems fond of you."

"We're just friends."

"That's not what you told me," he replied.

"And I told you that it's over," Blair said. "It's over."

"I suppose that's why he sent a package to our house today."

"He sent something?" Blair couldn't help but ask. Richard's eyes darkened and she knew that she didn't know the man she married at all.

"It was small," he said. "Don't get your hopes up."

It was returning from the honeymoon that she actually found herself opening it. It came in a blue box and she knew that the small pendant cost as much as Chuck proudly boasted it did. The round diamonds sparkled prettily in platinum at her on the silver chain.

She knew that he spared no expense.

Richard's footsteps echoed around the corner and she shoved the drawer of her jewelery box closed where he would never see it.