And so this is the fourth chapter (obviously), wherein Blair tries to cope with what she saw at the airport (but fails anyway), Nate and Serena are by her side, and Chuck is a man-whore. Anyway, please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Friends.

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."

- Anonymous

It had been two days since Chuck had returned, and Blair had tried with enormous effort to continue with her life without having to cry...so she avoided him. Whenever he called, she ignored it, whenever he came over; she told him she was busy. And since then, has been spending more time with Nate and Serena, the only people who could help her survive a breakdown, besides Chuck of course.

But despite her recent heartbreak, Blair had been acting freakishly calm-something she did when she was stressed out, and it always ended with a massive breakdown. Nate and Serena were used to it, since Blair had behaved like that before, but they had to admit, this one was starting to scare them. In fact, Serena was beginning to worry that Blair might have relapsed on her bulimia.

"Hi!" Blair said brightly, as she met up with Nate and Serena at Butter.

"Hi," they both said, Serena watching her friend closely.

"B, are you sure you wanna do this?" Serena asked. "You, know...going out in public?"

"Well, why wouldn't I?" Blair asked innocently, already outsmarting the both of them, knowing they couldn't mention Chuck's name, otherwise she would reach her breaking point, giving Nate and Serena no possible way to answer. "Now, let's go have lunch."

And so they did. After ordering their meals, there was an awkward silence between the three of them. "So, how are things?" Blair said, resting her elbows on the table with her chin on her palms.

When Nate didn't answer, Serena did. "Things are um...great. Nate asked me to move in with him and I said yes."

Blair smiled. Another uncomfortable silence followed, and Serena had noticed Nate looking over Blair's shoulder, so she looked at what he was looking at, and felt her heart sink.

There, just a few meters away was Chuck, with two dark-haired women, one had her lips attached to his, while the other biting down on his neck as though she was a vampire.

Suddenly, Blair noticed the two of them looking over her shoulder and looked at where their eyes were set on, before Nate or Serena could stop her. Oh shit.

When Blair turned around, Serena saw her body stiffen, and a few seconds later, Blair turned to them and stood up, trembling slightly with her eyes shut tight. Finally she opened her eyes, and wore the fake smile she had on her face for the past two days. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go vomit right now." And with that, she walked towards the bathroom, trying to stop herself from shaking.

As soon as she was away from earshot, Serena groaned.

"Don't worry about this too much," Nate said. "It's gonna be okay."

Serena simply rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. Leave it to Nate Archibald to underestimate the gravity of the situation. "No, it's not! Chuck is a man-whore, and Blair's sanity is at stake here!" She cried. As if Blair hasn't lost her sanity already. "I gotta go check on Blair," she said, standing up and leaving him there as she looked for her friend.

Nate just sat there, looking at Chuck with his two women, thinking that Serena was right, and that he couldn't believe Chuck would hurt Blair like that. Still shaking his head in disbelief and disgust, he got up and walked over to Chuck. When Chuck or any of the women didn't seem to notice, he cleared his throat, and finally they had stopped.

"Nathaniel," Chuck drawled, clearly drunk. Typical. Bass, drunk off his ass. "What brings you and your sober little head here?"

Nate's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing, Chuck?" he asked.

Chuck turned to the two women. "Ladies, could you give us a moment?" And with that, they got of their seats, and walked to the direction of the bar, and Chuck turned his attention back to Nate.

"What I'm doing, Nathaniel, is moving on with my life," he continued. "Obviously, Blair only thought of me as a friend...nothing more. So I wondered why I was wasting my time chasing a woman that never even wanted me."

"You're wrong," Nate said. "She needs you. And I know you need her too."

Chuck shook his head, looking down. "If I call her, text her, come over, she'll ignore me, doesn't wanna talk to me."

"The only reason she's not talking to you is because she thinks you're too busy nailing all these women," Nate replied.

Chuck didn't reply. "Just...talk to her," Nate added, and went back to their table, leaving Chuck to contemplate.

Pushing the door open, Serena looked around and heard silent sobs and saw Blair come out of one of the stalls, her hair slightly messed up, and her eyes red and puffy. She spotted Serena and just stared at her.

"Oh...B," Serena said, walking over to wrap her arms around Blair.

But Blair just kept sobbing and wrapped her arms around Serena. "I-I didn't wanna have t-to do it," she sniffed while her body shook "B-b-but I couldn't stop doing it...I lost c-control..." Serena rubbed her back, in an attempt to calm her down.

"Come on, Blair," she said. "Let's get you home."

So when they got out of the bathroom, Serena told Nate to go find a cab, and when Nate looked around for Chuck, he wasn't there anymore. Once he found a cab, he insisted that Serena and Blair take it to sort things out, while he looked for another one for himself.

Once they got home, Serena fixed up a bowl of popcorn, which was one of Blair's favourite comfort foods, while Blair popped Breakfast at Tiffany's into the DVD player. Serena had to admit, though it was a little annoying that Blair couldn't stop watching it, she had to admit that she'd grown to love it as much as Blair did.

Many minutes later, the two of them were side by side on the couch, Blair's head rested on Serena's shoulder, and a bowl of popcorn on Blair's lap. The scene that was currently playing was when Holly and Paul were in the library, and Paul was confessing his love to her.

"Holly, I love you," he said.

And then, all of a sudden, right out of nowhere, Blair sat up properly, her head no longer on Serena's shoulder, and threw a fist full of popcorn at the screen, and saying, "Liar!"

"Oh...kay..." Serena said, picking up the remote and pressing the eject button. "Maybe Tiffany's wasn't such a good idea..." she muttered, looking at the Audrey Hepburn collection on the coffee table in front of the couch and picking it up to look for something else to watch. "Oh, I know! How about Roman Holiday instead?"

"No!" Blair cried. "I mean...uh, maybe we should just watch TV."

Serena sighed and walked over to sit on the couch next to Blair. "B, talk to me...please."

Blair looked down. "I don't what to do," she said, barely above a whisper. "A few days ago, Chuck was my best friend...and now, he's the guy I'm madly in love with...and I can't have him." She finished sadly, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. "I haven't spoken to him in two days...couldn't feel more like two years."

Serena pulled her into an embrace for what felt like the millionth time that day. "I'm so sorry, B," she comforted. "Nate and I wanted you guys to get together too."

Blair gave her a small smile. "I know," she said. "I-I just have to get over it. I need an escape..."

A smile grew on Serena's face as an idea popped into her head. "Sounds to me like you need to shop 'til you drop..."

Blair laughed and stood up. "Well what are you waiting for, van der Woodsen?" she teased. "Let's go!"

And they did indeed 'shop 'til they dropped'. As soon as they got back to Blair's penthouse, they collapsed onto the couch, laughing, as they uncurled their fingers from several shopping bags from Bendel's, Bergdorf's, Barney's, Tory Burch and all other labels imaginable.

When the laughing had stopped, Blair spoke. "Serena."

"Yeah?" she asked, turning to look at her.

"I think I might go see Chuck later..." she said.

"What?"

"Well, I just...haven't talked to him in a while," Blair explained. "And he's my best friend...I have to."

Serena thought about it and slowly considered the idea. "Well, okay...but, do you want me to go with you?"

Blair shook her head. "I'd rather do this on my own."

And then her phone rang. She checked the caller ID. It was Chuck. Blair's jaw dropped and she smiled widely, giggling a little.

"Hi," she said, trying not to sound giggly.

She turned to Serena, who mouthed, 'Who is it?', and she mouthed, 'It's Chuck!' Serena's jaw dropped as well and she rested the side of her head on Blair's phone, getting better access at what Chuck would say.

"Hey," she heard his reply over the phone. Just hearing his voice made her heart melt. "Listen, I know you don't wanna talk to me now, but we haven't spoken to each other in two days, and I just...wanted to...see how you were doing; maybe have a drink later."

She paused for a while, and then finally replied. "Okay," she breathed. "Um...maybe later at my place at around...six?"

"Sounds perfect," he replied, and she could just hear him smiling.

When she hung up, she practically swooned.

"Oh my God, B!" Serena squealed happily.

"I know!" She squealed back, feeling like a giddy school girl. She looked at her watch. It was 5 o' clock.

"Oh my God, I have to get ready!" she exclaimed, pulling Serena up as she stood up. "You have to help me get ready!"

"Okay..." she said, looking around at the sea of shopping bags surrounding their feet. "Um, try the Diane von Furstenburg!" She picked up the bag labelled, Diane von Furstenburg and handed it to her.

"Oh!" Blair said. "Let's not forget the shoes!" She picked up the bag labelled Prada.

Serena picked up the bag that had Chanel on it. "And the purse!" she chimed, giving it to Blair.

Blair smiled, and then suddenly remembered something else she needed, so she swooped down and grabbed another shopping bag. "And, the La Perlas," she said, grinning.

"Oh! Eww," Serena rolled her eyes and laughed "B, gross!"

"What?" Blair asked innocently. "Every woman needs her underwear. Now c'mon, let's go!" she said excitedly, as she grabbed Serena's hand and stepped over the other shopping bags on the floor.

"B, you look so pretty!" Serena squealed, as they looked at Blair's reflection on her full-length mirror, Serena standing behind her. Blair was wearing a black floral V-neck dress which fell just above her knees and had a big pink belt, the same shade as her high heel shoes, with her hair let down. She was wearing a pearl necklace, and of course, the necklace that Chuck gave her, which was hiding underneath her dress as usual, and she hadn't worn it since that day at the airport, but she realized now would be the perfect time to wear it. But Serena's expression changed as she remembered something else. "Wait a second; don't you have a date with Andrew today?"

The expression on Blair's face said confused. Andrew...Andrew...Her eyes widened when she remembered. Andrew was her...uh...boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend, that's kind of the right word to describe him, right? They've been dating for two months, but he wasn't able to make it to her birthday as well, saying he had lacrosse game that day, and he needed "rest". Bastard. "Oh...right. Andrew," Blair said, her voice shrinking in volume.

"You forgot about him, didn't you?" Serena asked, raising her eyebrows. Blair didn't answer. "B! How could you?"

"Well, it's just that a lot has been happening," Blair excused. "I mean, Chuck came back, and I'm in love with him..." she trailed off. "I have to cancel...don't I?"

Serena nodded slowly. "Yeah...I mean, Chuck will understand, just...tell him you'll talk tomorrow."

Blair sighed sadly. "Right." She picked up her phone and called Chuck, he answered after the first ring.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she replied. "Chuck, I'm sorry...I can't make it today...I have a date."

"What? With whom?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Who else? Andrew, of course!"

"Andrew?" he asked, confused. "Are you talking about that guy who missed your birthday party because he needed to rest after a lacrosse game? I don't trust him."

She scoffed. "You barely even know him! Plus, it was the most important game of the season," she pointed out. "And besides, he's not the only one that missed my birthday..." She heard him scoff as well. "So can we just...talk tomorrow?"

Chuck didn't say anything for a while. "Okay," he finally said.

"What did he say?" Serena asked after she hung up.

"He said he'll see me tomorrow," Blair replied. "Anyway, I have to go see Andrew." She grabbed her coat and purse, and headed for the door, her blonde friend following her.

Before stepping onto the elevator, she turned to Serena and hugged her. "Thank you," she said. Serena hugged her back and smiled, and then they both stepped onto the lift, Serena headed to the apartment she shared with Nate, and Blair going to her date with Andrew.

Getting out of her limo and stepping onto Washington Street, Blair noticed that Andrew was already waiting outside Highline, the restaurant where they had made dinner reservations. Andrew was a six foot two, and the first time Blair looked him in the eyes, she had to look up, and the next thing she knew, she was looking at the ceiling. He had sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes, sort of reminding her of Nate...only taller, much, much taller.

Once he saw her, he smiled and walked towards her and leaned over to give her a kiss. More often than not, if Blair didn't feel romance or passion, she felt at least some form of love, but today she didn't feel anything but his lips on hers. "Belated Happy Birthday," he whispered.

She smiled slightly at him, and Andrew, being a gentleman (but not gentleman enough to even pick her up from her penthouse), offered her his arm, which she looped with hers, and they entered the restaurant, Andrew talking about the lacrosse game. Oh great.

Bored to death within two seconds, Blair did what she did when she was bored; she thought about other things...she thought about Chuck, and whether she could go through with this date. And she could only imagine Chuck asking her, 'What does he have that I don't?' And before she knew it, she was having a conversation with Chuck in her head. Oh God, she thought. It's gonna be a long night.

When the date finished, Blair didn't know about anything that Andrew had talked about, she just smiled and nodded through the entire evening. Andrew took her home, going up with her on the elevator, entering the penthouse and leaned in for his goodnight kiss. Once again, Blair felt nothing, but Andrew was a good kisser, and she couldn't resist.

One thing lead to another, and before she knew it, Blair had her legs wrapped around his waist, and Andrew was walking up the stairs, headed for her bedroom. Oh my God, this is it! Blair thought. I'm finally gonna do it.

When they got inside her bedroom, Andrew closed the door behind him and laid Blair on the bed, climbed on top of her and they started kissing again.

Minutes later, when his shirt was off, he reached for her back, trying to unzip her dress. Blair gasped. "Andrew," she breathed, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. "I have to tell you something."

"Well, can't it wait until we're finished?" Andrew said in between breaths.

"No, it can't," Blair retorted, quite surprised that he was behaving like this. "I-I'm a virgin."

Andrew raised his eyebrows. "That's it?" he asked.

Blair scoffed. "It's a big deal for me!"

"Well then we'll talk about it after we do this," he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.

But Blair stopped him. "No!" she said, pulling away from him, as well as pushing him away. "I'm not gonna have sex with you."

"What?" he said incredulously.

"You heard me!" Blair said, turning her Bitch Mode on. "Get out now."

Andrew shook his head in disbelief and got off of her, picking up his shirt on his way to the door.

And when the door closed, Blair couldn't help but cry. She picked up her phone and called Serena, but it went straight to voicemail. So she called Chuck.

"Hello?" he said.

Blair sniffed. "Chuck," she managed to say, tears running down her cheeks.

"Blair?" he said, worried. "What happened?"

"I...I...Andrew...He..." she couldn't talk anymore, she felt choked by her own tears.

"Stay there," Chuck said seriously. "I'll be there in ten."

But he got there in five minutes. He opened her bedroom door to see her lying down on her bed crying. She sat up when she saw him, got up, ran to him, and hugged him tightly.

He hugged her back, running his fingers through her hair and kissed her temple. He pulled away from her slightly so he could look at her; her eyes were red and puffy. It broke his heart to see her like this. He put his hands on her cheeks, cupping her face and using his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "What happened?"

She shook her head and looked down.

But Chuck lifted her face up so she could look at him. "Blair...tell me," he said softly. "Please?"

Blair sighed and took his hand, and when it touched his, it made her feel safe...like she didn't have to worry, and lead him to sit on her bed.

"You were right," she said, a few tears still falling. "I shouldn't have trusted him...he only stayed with me so he could...have sex with me."

Chuck resisted the impulse of tracking Andrew down and killing him. "I'm sorry," he said.

She gave him a small smile. "It's not your fault," she said. "I just feel so stupid...I can't believe I almost lost my virginity to an idiot."

"You're not-" Chuck started, but cut himself off when he realized what she just said. "Wait, what? I-I thought you lost your virginity to Marcus."

Oh shit. She opened her mouth and tried to say something to cover it up, but decided to tell him the truth. She shook her head. "No," she said quietly. "I didn't..."

Chuck gave her a confused look. "What? W-Why didn't you tell me?"

Blair shook her head. "I-I-I couldn't," she said, her voice cracking. "I wanted people to think that I was capable of having sex...and I didn't wanna be the only virgin left."

He took her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. "You're Blair Waldorf," he said with a smile. "The woman who's capable of making numerous men fall in love with her." I should know, he thought.

She smiled and blushed. "Can you do me one more favour?"

"Anything," he replied.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" she asked. "I just really don't wanna be alone."

He nodded. "Of course."

She hugged him once more, and he easily reciprocated. "Thank you."

"I'll just go take a shower," she said and Chuck nodded.

Once her bathroom door closed, Chuck just stared after her, realizing that trying to get over his feelings for her might not be so easy.

Okay, so that was the longest chapter I've ever written. You'll notice that I got the "Liar!" thing from Legally Blonde, only Reese Witherspoon was watching a different movie. Anyway, love it? Hate it? Just say so.