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A.N: So many guest reviews so thank you all. I really appreciate it. Please keep them up. They encourage me to update faster. This chapter is a bit of fluff to set up the ending.


I dated other men before Chuck Bass but he took dating to an entirely new level. I never thought Chuck Bass would do dating like this. Expensive dinners, wonderful gifts, and his constant thoughtful attention made him almost the perfect boyfriend. Any thought of being truly in love before this went out the door. This was new different and everything. The past three months almost felt unreal. Between dating, amazing sex, helping Serena plan her wedding, and changing my job I was surprised I even found time to sleep. Serena's wedding was a little more than one month away and it was proving to be a very low key but classy event that I sure we were all going to remember.

My mother expressed interest in retiring and offered me the positon of running Waldorf designs. While I was not a designer, I was transitioning into overseeing the business side of the company as well as being the hunt for a series of designers to work under the label. I thought working with my mother was going to be a nightmare but in fact, I was amazed with how much it felt like home. In the beginning, I was unsure if this would make me happy but I have never been happier. Chuck was incredibly supportive and was encouraging me to talk to my mother about my desire to start a male line. He was my rock in my transition and I was in his.

When Chuck was disowned as a teenager, he was removed from the Bass Industries stock. When Bart and Chuck reconciled Chuck pleaded with his father to allow him to do for himself and took no money from Bart. In fact, he used the ten million that Cyrus had released from his trust fund nine years ago to pay for his education as he invested in business deals in Europe. Chuck turned those millions into a billon in the tech industry. Now however, there were discussions of Bart wanting to retire and leave his son everything. However, since Bart own 60% of the company and with Chuck's profile being so large BI was afraid that Chuck would purchase more stock leaving the board with virtually no power. In truth, that was what Chuck was doing. He wanted compete control of BI and he was currently wining and dining current investors trying to buy them out. He then hoped to combine all of his business and properties to create the largest conglomerate America business has seen in a long time. This would make Chuck one of the richest men in the world. Even after all our discussions regarding his business ventures. I was waiting for Chuck to confide about his dealings with LoVeChrome. I was worried about bringing it up since that meant talking about love matches, which honestly terrified me. I wanted us to place the stopgap on results but every time I wanted to mention it, I lost my nerves. Everything was so perfect I did not want to dampen it.

Due to his newfound increase in the American press, he was constantly getting his photo snapped at events. Which was why I was here sitting angry. I waited in the cold lonely penthouse for Chuck to come home fully ready for a fight. The white marble counter normally balanced out the dark imposing modern cabinets in the kitchen but today everything just felt sterile. That morning over coffee sunlight streaming in making everything still glow we compared schedules hoping for some time to squeeze in lunch when he informed he had an interview with Time Magazine over a profile as a the wealthiest bachelor. I was angry he never mentioned it to me and I took insult to the fact that he was considered a bachelor since he was very much mine. But I could not say that out right Chuck ego would grow in size. There were already enough gold diggers trying to gain his attention without this article already inflating his ego. But he was only allowed to inflate for me.

Therefore, I sat at the stool resting my elbows on the kitchen island with a glass of wine only in my cream silk robe. I wanted to have the upper hand and wearing lingerie while yelling would surely put Chuck off his game. Luckily, I was only on my first glass when he walked in. He looked tired as he ran a hand over his face with the realization that I was ready for a fight. I knew he had a long day and he looked exhausted but I wanted to have this conversation now. Our first fight. Honeymoon period was over.

"Blair, I am tired. Can we talk tomorrow, my noon should be free," he informed me as he moved to kiss me but I turned so would only kiss my cheek.

"I am not free. You should not assume that I would be," I told him and I sat still my head turned away from him. "So we should talk now."

He grunted a little and said nothing more as he found a wine glass from the cabinet. He poured himself a glass and I was only surprised because I only ever seen him drink scotch even if he had a very impressive wine collection. He lazily twirled the glass before taking a sip appreciating the wine from his collection he was amassing for me.

"So lets hear it. The dramatic Blair Waldorf and her famous meltdowns round one," he said sarcastically with a roll of his eye. I was surprised with an attitude and I went on the defensive further. I stood open crossing my arms over my chest and Chuck raised an eyebrow at me as if to tell me he was waiting.

"I can take my fit somewhere else if you like," I told him.

"Blair, it was just an interview," he said quickly moving closer to me trying to diffuse my mood.

"No, Chuck. It was you telling the world that you are single and rich which is not true," I spat out angrily.

"Which part isn't true the single or the rich part? Last, I check I was pretty fucking wealthy," I rolled my eyes and did not answer his silly question. I knew he was only trying to make me mad. "The magazine was clearly just using the term bachelor because I am not married. It's not a big deal," he said.

"Maybe it is a big deal to me. How would you like it if I was on a magazine advertising my availability to the world?" I shouted back.

"Can we save this argument until after all the gold diggers that come forward. I'm beat," he said with an annoyed tone pinching his brow.

"Why so you could just fuck them?" I shout back. I don't know why I said it. I did not really think he would cheat on me but we never really had that 'talk'. Instead, we talked around it after I moved in and I just assume that we were both not seeing other people. The look of hurt and confusion on his face with clear and I knew I stepped over a line. His jaw tightened and he placed the glass down. He took a few deep long breaths before glancing at me but he looked irritated and said nothing but shook his head. I suddenly felt like a child in trouble with her parent.

"I am not doing this tonight Blair," he mumbled.

"Chuck," I said softly walking closer to him but he left the room quickly walking to the bedroom. I followed him at a slower pace. He was in the bathroom undressing as the bath filled with water.

"Chuck," I said again hoping to capture his attention. He said nothing. I watched him as he poured the bath oils in the bath while only dressed in his trousers.

"Get in," he said and I surprised at his invitation. I was stunned into silence but Chuck walked over to me and pulled at the stash at my robe. He moved the robe off my shoulder drop to the ground and let his hands roam over my ass gently as he was ghosting his hands over me. I stared into his hurt face. The bags under his eyes were clear and he had stubble growing which I knew he never would allow. His eyes were large as if he was begging my forgiveness.

"Chuck," I started again but the look in his eyes just told me to get in the bath so I did and Chuck followed sitting behind me. He pulled me close to him. The warm bath and closeness to Chuck calmed my anger and it seemed to do the same as I felt the tension seep away from his body. There were no words as he lathered a washcloth with my favorite body wash rubbing it against my back, my neck before running it across my belly causing desire to rise in me. I leaned into him hopeful that he would drift his hand further south but he did not to my disappointment. Instead, he dropped the washcloth and his hands began to softly trail over my breast lightly.

"Blair, I don't want anyone else. I promise. Just you. I sorry if doing the interview made you think that I want to be viewed as a bachelor. I honestly did not think it was that serious. In my mind, you and I are together and I could care less about what anyone else thinks. I am sorry for my attitude when I walked it. It was a very stressful day, baby," he voice was soft and tired and I knew that my words hurt him for some reason even more than I could imagine. "I belong with you. You get that don't you? You and me that's it. I could care less about the rest of it," he whispered into my ear and I could hear the desperation in his voice.

"I just wished that you would have told me about it," I admitted softly as I took his hands from my breast and pulled them to my lips kissing them in an apology before holding them close to my chest.

"I know but I thought I mentioned it but I guess I forgot since we both have been so busy," he admitted. I nodded in agreement taking a deep breath happy that we had moved past this argument. Honestly, I was disappointed in myself as the lack of a vocal apology but my stubborn streak was legendary but I knew Chuck would understand my inability to voice an apology. He understood me so well.

"I need you to know something," I told him debating if dropping the love word would be appropriate now.

"What's that?" he said as he began to kiss my neck nibbling.

"You belong to me," I said as I twisted my body to look him right in the eyes. He smirked at my words. "No one else. You are not allowed to be with no one else. Clear?" I said my voice demanding. There was no joking in my voice but Chuck had the gall to chuckle.

"Waldorf marking me hers huh?" he said with a smirk before I could pull away for his laughter he grabbed my hips and turned me further till was standing on my knees across from him in between his knees. He dropped his hand to my collarbone running his finger down until he positioned his hand over my left breast until his palm fell flat against my beating heart. His voice dropped lower before he said, "that's fine by me as long as you know that you belong to me as well."

"Deal," was all I said before I leaned in to kiss him turning to straddle him in the bath.


It was one month later as I waited for the new issue of Time Magazine to be out this month. There was only two days (not counting today) away from Serena's wedding and we supposed to be on our way to the dress fitting. However, I made the car service pull over to a newspaper stand much to Serena's amusement.

"Blair, so tell are you going to read every word to me?" she asked and I rolled my eyes as I re-entered the car.

I held the cover out so she could read it. There he was on the front cover a full-length body image the headline reading America's Prized Business Man Returns Home with a subtitle reading Most Edible Bachelor is Taken. I knew instantly Chuck must have gotten the magazine to change the headline to my benefit.

"Ohhh read it and tell me if it says who he is taken by," Serena squealed before telling the driver to drive to the destination.

I smiled with relief as I opened it up to find the article. I would read the complete piece later. I skimmed through it to see if there was any mention of me.

TM: So there is much talk over your recent outings with Miss Waldorf and I just wanted to know if there is any truth to the speculation.

Bass: [CB chuckles] Speculation, huh. [Smiles] Yes, there is truth to the speculation.

TM: So, what can you tell me about the relationship?

Bass: It is good. I don't know what to say. [shrugs] She makes me happy.

TM: It is the first time you have been reported to be in a relationship what did she do to catch your eye?

Bass: She always had my eye since high school. I had a grade school crush on her [chuckles] for as long as I can remember. She is a remarkable strong ambitious woman with so much strength and gentleness. In this transition working with BI again she has been helpful and so supportive.

TM: She sounds like the full package.

Bass: She is.

TM: Is she your true love match?

Bass: I am not mapped out.

TM: Really? Why is that?

Bass: It is very complicated. But being happy to me in this moment matters more.

TM: Your friends Nate Archibald and stepsister Serena Van der Woodsen are getting married this coming month are the wedding bells ringing yet for you?

Bass: [Chuckles] Can I plead the fifth on that one.

"Wait is that a yes? Is he going to propose?" Serena asked with a grin as I finished reading the last part but I barely heard her as I skim the rest of the article to see if there was any other mention.

"No, I am sure that he just did not want to answer the question. We haven't even said the love word to each other yet. But why would he say that he has not been matched out if Nate said he had?" I explained putting the magazine down. Truthfully, after reading that portion I felt silly about the argument we had a month ago. I had to figure out a way to make it all up to him.

"Everyone knows you two are crazy about each other. I am surprised that you two haven't told each other that you love each other. Also I don't get why he said that. Let me see this is weird," Serena said. I nodded in agreement but it was bothering me. A part of me felt like he did not say I love you yet because he did not think we were long term because we were not matches.

"What if he doesn't love me?" I mumbled as I looked out the window noticing we were turning on the block of the tailor. "Why not just say we are not matched?"

"Maybe he did not want to admit you aren't matched. You now when unmatched celebrities start dating people place bets on how long they will last. It is easier this way. But I really don't know Blair. I think you need to speak to him. But his charity gala is tonight," Serena bit her lip as she read the same section and the following which referenced his charity. The car stopped and I plastered a fake smile as I encouraged to her become excited over her coming wedding. Two days.

When was I going to find the time to speak to him about this? Today was the gala for his addiction recovery high schools, tomorrow was Serena's wedding rehearsal dinner, and then following was her wedding. Honestly, whichever way the conversation went I was scared about the outcome.


I was getting ready for the event in a strapless Dior gown placing my necklace around myself. Looking in the mirror, I told myself to calm down and think about the event tonight. I needed to put that first before anything else. I bite down on my fingernail deep in thought. To confront Chuck or not? It was almost too much to think of. I did not know what he meant by pleading the fifth nor did I understand why he lied about the LoVEChrome process. He has not even said he loved me why would he want to propose? I understand not wanting to open up about whether or not we are matched but why not tell me that last month when we talked about the article. Sometime getting information out of him was like pulling teeth. Ugh, men.

"Stop biting your nail sweetheart. What's wrong?" Chuck said as he came up behind me rubbing my shoulders. He was fully dressed in a hand tailored evening suit that had a deep evening midnight blue jacket with a black tailored pants and a black evening shirt. It matched the midnight sapphire blue crystal embossed Dior grown.

"Nothing. I am just really excited for you," I half lied. This recovery school was a big deal to him. It was the first in a series of new schools he wanted to opened that provided high schoolers who were addicts a safe environment with other addicts on the road to recovery for student of all economic social backgrounds. The staff was filled with licensed counselors, peer group therapy, and self-imposed drug testing. It was also a fully formed high school hoping to compete academically with other schools. Chuck said that if he had the opportunity to attend a place like this his life would have been very different.

"I am excited too. I am so happy that we are doing this together. You were amazing in helping get approval from the board of education," he complimented. I smiled up at him in his praise.

"Just the regular power couple," I joked.

"I want us to be that. I want our strengths to work with each other and make each other stronger," he told me before leaning in to kiss me. Kissing him back, I still could not get the magazine article off my mind.

"I read the interview and profile. I thought it went well. What did you think?" I asked once he pulled away.

"I thought I was going to get a few sexual favors out of what I said about you after last month. Or an apology because I thought I made it very clear that I was not available for the golden diggers," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, yes. Sorry. But you said we aren't matched which is a sign for believers that our relationship is not going last."

"You wanted me to say we are matched? I thought you didn't want a process to tell you who to love," he smirked at me.

"I don't but I don't want people thinking that we are doomed to fail either."

"I don't need my DNA to tell me I am attracted to you," he kissed my cheeks. "I am happy with you," he kissed my neck. "I am head over heels" kissed me again "world stopped spinning" kissed behind my ears "and every other sappy shit people say when they are in this deep in love," he told me.

"In hopelessly live disgustingly love with you," I told him once our kiss stopped making him chuckle before our lips meet over again.

"Fuck Blair I love you so much," he said before finding the zipper to my grown. Needless to say we were late to his own event.

When we finally arrived at the fundraiser, I was still glowing from Chuck's declaration. Massive amounts of wealth were in the room as we hoped to raise five million dollars for the school. The room was well decorated, the music was not too over powering, and the food tasted amazing. I said my hello to Bart, Lily, Serena, Nate, and Eric who was back in town for the coming wedding. We walked the room with ease and confident. Truth was Chuck and I had the uncanny ability to get things done together. Once we had a plan to set in motion there was nothing that stood in our way. The night was moving wonderfully as it came time for Chuck to deliver his speech about the school.

"I want to thank everyone for coming. The foundation and I truly appreciate the support and the money you spent on dinner and have donated. I am optimistic for the benefits of these addiction recovery high schools here in New York City. I as many of you know spent most of my teenager years in this city pretty much high. I never fully experienced the city and saw it for what it was in those days but now that I am back in my hometown, I feel blessed to be able to do this for my community. I only hope that we can continue to find support for this project and that it is able to influence the lives of the children who truly need it. All throughout the night, I been asked questions about the name of the school. Truth is many of my advisors thought I should name it after myself but that did not feel deserving because unlike the students that will one day walk the halls of this school they will hopefully graduate with a high school diploma while I did not do that. So I decided to name it "Guiding Light" in honor of my guiding light that lend me on the path to recovery all those years ago. Blair, baby," he looked right at me along with everyone else in the room. "Thank you for saving my life all those years ago. Not only am I a better stronger man because of you but I am alive because you were there to guide me in my darkest moment. I love you." Yea, that speech was going to earn him sexual favors.

The whole room erupted into applause and I clapped along even as I felt the eyes of the room on me as photos were snapped. I did not realize a few tears were falling from my eyes until Serena nudged a napkin in my hand. I carefully dabbed my eyes before standing up to give Chuck a kiss when he reached our table.

His cheeks were slightly pink from the attention he was receiving but he stood proud and strong.

"I love you Blair," he whispered only for me when I pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you too," I grinned silly, as I kissed him again not caring that everyone in the room was watching us now. All that mattered was that he loved me. Everything else was going to be okay. Tonight was too perfect to ruin.


Chuck was only a teen when he became an addict. Craving a fix to dull the pain. Disowned and set to live away from his family he failed rehab after rehab having no desire to kick the habit. He was fine with his life the way it was he never thought that he was destined for greatness that was for men like his father. The people at rehab told him he was a sure path to death and he was fine with that. He was okay with his time being over on this earth. But the only moment were he thought he wanted more was when he hung out with Blair. Somehow, she broke through the haze of the drugs, imprinting herself in his memory. Her laugh, her curves, her bossy attitude, and her power. She seemed to get him more than anyone he ever met. She was destined for greatest and his only regret would be that he would not see her blossom into her full potential.

So, he was wasting away letting himself go as he found his way to the city to demand his father give him some money after escaping from another rehab. Bart refused; Chuck was no longer a Bass in his eyes. He pawned off some items for another hit before sleeping on a bench in Central Park. Unclear on how many days he was there until she came to him. Pulling on his arm half carrying him to a taxi. She took care of him. His angel, his guiding light, came to take him and he followed her thinking it was his imagination. Through his fits and rage for more drugs she dealt with him in the most amazing way. He could barely remember those first days but he was sure that he told her horrible things. Yet, she was amazing. She stood by him and made him believe that there was more to life. He wanted to take care of her but he was in in no shape to care for anyone. He did not know when loving her began or started truly but it felt like breathing once he realized he loved her he never could stopped. He would always love her.


A.N: Halfway done with this story, yay. I love where this story is going and I so happy with all the reviews. I hope the flashback to Chuck's feelings when they were younger gives you better insight to his emotions and background into his mindset.

Blair's denial of her worries means she will squash them for another chapter. She is the queen of denial but when she does erupt promise it will be good.