Ok well this is the last Chapter to the story. I was starting to run out of ideas of where to take it, but if you guys want I'll add a Prologue soon. Just let me know.
Oh and this is a softer side of the story. Very mushy. :-) Hope you enjoy.
The next morning Chuck asked Blair to be his girlfriend again. To his surprise she said no. She'd told him that she needed time to think about things and to get over a lot of the past pain. Chuck let her go. He was upset that she would still hesitate. He felt as if he had proven enough and given enough of himself. He couldn't continue hounding her. If Blair wanted to be with him again, he would have to let her come to him on her own time once she was ready.
The Winter Recess came sooner than expected. Blair had walked on egg shells the past few weeks, trying to avoid Chuck, but knowing that it was impossible. Her indecisiveness was killing her just as much as it was killing him. Deep down she wanted Chuck. She would love nothing more than to be with him again. But after the night that they'd shared together she'd realized just how vulnerable she was to him. She couldn't allow herself to dive in head first again without being absolutely sure that things were going to work out. Or at least that her heart was ready to give it another go. As much as it hurt her to see his pain and his questioning glance every time they crossed paths, Blair resisted the urge to give in. She knew she loved him. She had known that for a long time now. She had been stubborn and refused to admit it even to herself. But now that she was well aware of the depth of her feelings for him, she needed to tread carefully. Besides if he loved her as much as she suspected he did, he'd wait for her.
Blair headed to France for her Christmas vacation. She spent two weeks there with Roman and her father. Being away from the UES was a burden off her shoulders. On the other side of the world she felt free, and her mind was at ease for the first time in a long time. She headed back to New York a few days before was set to resume. Upon arriving to JFK, Blair finally turned on her phone after two weeks of being AWOL to the world. There seemed to be a million messages. A lot of them from Serena, hundreds from Gossip Girl, and there were three from Chuck. He had called and wished her a good trip and a Happy Holiday, then he'd text messaged her on Christmas to again wish her a good holiday, and then finally on New Years. The last message made her breath catch. He sounded sad and lonely, not like the normal Chuck Bass she'd grown to know better than she knew herself. His message was short, very short, only one word spoken on a hushed breath, "Blair..."
Blair grabbed her luggage and found her driver waiting for her. After a thirty minute ride to her home, Blair showered and made quick work of her primping and prepping. She decided that it was time to see Chuck and talk to him. She knew he was hurting especially after the last message he had breathed into her voicemail box. She couldn't believe she had been so selfish. She had turned her phone off and shut herself out of the lives of all the people she cared about because she wanted to get away from all the stress in her life. She felt bad that Serena had called so many times, she felt bad that she had ignored her mother's calls, but most of all she felt horrible that she'd walked out on Chuck during the holidays. It was time for her to mend her mistakes.
Blair put on a form fitting, maroon colored, turtle neck dress. She put on a pair of black knee high boots with a heel and applied some light makeup to her face. She took her time looking just right, and by the time she walked out the door of her building she was nervous beyond belief.
Blair fiddled the entire ride over to The Palace, tried like heck to keep from biting her nails and keep her composure. She didn't know exactly what she was going to say to Chuck and that put her on edge. She usually had her important conversations prepared before she actually confronted the person, or at the very least she had a few lines and zingers stored away to use during the conversation. But this was different, this was her conversation with Chuck. The conversation.
As she made her way up to 1812, Blair wondered how Chuck would react to seeing her, if he would be upset or if he would even be there. It was a Saturday night and Chuck was usually out drinking his weight in alcohol and seducing some cheap slut. Blair cringed at the thought but continued to walk further down the corridor to stand in front of Chuck's door. She hesitated for a split second before knocking on the door. She stood there, waiting a few seconds before she knocked again. Nothing. She pressed her ear to the door and swore she heard sounds coming from the other side of the door. Blair's mind immediately starting spinning thoughts of Chuck in bed with another woman, or Chuck in bed with more than one woman. Blair felt the blood drain from her face and felt dizzy. Chuck wasn't with her, but she couldn't bear the thought of him in the arms of another woman just a few short weeks after they'd share such intimacies.
Blair spun on her heels and ran quickly to the elevator. She pressed the button repeatedly as if she could make the elevator reach her floor quicker by doing so. She felt the tears burning behind her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She shouldn't have expected anything different from Chuck. He was who he was and he was never going to change.
Chuck sat at the foot of his bed nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a glass with ice and the last drops of scotch. He felt numb and he felt as if his head was floating somewhere above him. He had been drinking steadily since New Years Eve. He'd watched the ball drop at Times Square with a hollow heart. He'd called Blair hoping that she'd finally turn on her phone in order to welcome the New Year with her. But she hadn't answered. She had shut him out of her life for two weeks without a word.
Chuck had felt a pain such as the one he was feeling in a long time. He'd come to the realization that he'd lost her. He loss his Blair. No Bass she was never yours, the voice inside his head mocked him. Chuck flung the glass against the mirror on the other side of the room. The glass shattered into a million pieces. Chuck almost laughed. Made him think of how shattered his heart was. Ripping off the cap to the Jack Daniel's bottle he gulped almost half of the hard liquor in one shot. The heat ripped through his throat and burned the hell out of his stomach but he didn't care. He just wanted to drink until he couldn't think anymore, couldn't feel anything at all, until the memories of a certain brunette were wiped out of his mind. He knew he had a lot more drinking ahead of him.
When the elevator doors finally opened Blair stared at a familiar face. Serena. Serena smiled without a care in the world as she saw Blair and stepped out of the elevator and pulled her into her arms.
"B, it's great to see you! I can't believe you ignored my calls! I was trying to call you all these past few days. How was Christmas, your dad, Roman, New Years?" Serena couldn't stop herself from talking.
Blair smiled at her friend trying to mask the pain she was feeling.
"Serena, as much as I'd love to answer all your questions, you just made us miss the elevator," Blair pointed to the doors that now stood closed before them. Serena's smiled faded away as she seemed to realize something.
"Oh. Oh God, Blair. I was actually here to see Chuck. Have you spoken to him? Did you see him? Is he ok?"
"Serena, what's wrong?" Blair asked instantly noticing the concern in Serena's eyes.
"It's Chuck. We haven't heard from him in four days, no one has seen him or spoken to him. Nothing. Its as if he disappeared. At first I thought he might have gone off to France to see you, but then we all realized that wasn't the case. I came down here to see if he'll open his door. He might be inside, he might not. Bart already has the police looking for him. We're all freaking out," Serena said as she grabbed Blair's arm and hurried her down the hallway.
"Serena I was just there. He didn't open the door. My God why didn't anyone tell me!?" Blair demanded.
"Well your phone was off, B. How the heck was I suppose to reach you!"
Serena started pounding on the door. "Chuck! Chuck! It's me Serena. Open the door Chuck. Stop playing games. God, please Chuck open the door."
Blair stood behind Serena and began to shake. What if something had happened to him? How would she ever be able to forgive herself? How would she be able to go on without him?
Blair shoved Serena to the side and Serena stared at Blair shocked by what she had just done. Blair began to viciously pound on the door.
"Chuck! Chuck! Dammit Chuck open the damn door! It's me Blair. Chuck please..." Blair turned to Serena and began to sob.
"Oh God, Serena what if something happened to him? What the hell am I going to do?" Blair grabbed onto Serena and started shaking violently as the tears rushed out of her. Too wrapped up in her agony, crying so loudly that the sounds of the door opening evaded her.
"Blair..."
That voice. The same voice that had left the same exact message on her phone. Without thinking twice, Blair turned around and saw him. He was standing by the door, practically falling over. He was wearing his boxers and a button down that was hanging half open. His socks were just barely on him. And there was a bottle of alcohol in his right hand. His face registered confusion, and his growing beard showed how long he'd gone without showering. Despite the messy appearance Blair had never been more happier to see him.
Blair rushed over to him and ran into him so hard that she knocked them both onto the floor. She laughed and giggled like a school girl, the relief and excitement filling her to overflow.
"Oh God, Chuck. Don't ever do that to me again! Do you hear me? You scared me half to death!" Blair kissed Chuck all over. She couldn't get enough of him. He tasted like pure alcohol and salty tears, whether they were her own or his she didn't know, but Blair didn't care.
Chuck was still slightly confused by what was going on. He didn't understand how Blair had gotten here and why the hell she seemed to be so worried, but all he cared about was that she was in his arms kissing him. No amount of alcohol could obscure that feeling. Feeling the haze lift slightly he wrapped his arms around Blair and held her there. He looked up and saw Serena standing a few feet away smiling. She nodded to him and walked away heading toward the elevator.
"Blair. You came back. You came back to me," Chuck murmured against Blair's hair.
"Oh you're so stupid, Chuck Bass. Of course I was coming back to you. You must know how much I love you. I can't live without you Chuck. Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again!" Blair said. Despite her happiness she was still upset at him for scaring everyone like that.
"Blair. I...I love you. I'm nothing without you. This world is nothing without you. I don't want to lose you again." Chuck gazed into her eyes and Blair felt the intense truth of his words. Chuck loved her. She was never more sure of that until this very moment.
"You won't ever lose me, Chuck. You never lost me to begin with. I've always been yours. Yours and only yours."
"Forever?" Chuck asked as he brought down his lips to hers.
"And always." She answered against his mouth.