A/N:Hey all! I just want to thank you guys for all the great feedback. I'm going to dedicate this chapter to sailor cyanide for sticking through this story. You review my every chapter and I appreciate that to no end, this being my first attempt at a story. Thank you! Enjoy…

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Soft jazz began to flow through the suite at the Palace as Blair struggled to wake up. The shades flung open and the bright New York sun burst onto her face.

"My god Chuck, what the hell do you want?" Blair grumbled, still half-asleep. The previous night had been her first night in Chuck's suite at the Palace, and, much to her surprise, he had stayed on the couch to where she'd exiled him all night. She could feel his smirk building at her grumpiness. With a sigh, she flipped over onto her stomach and pulled the blue satin comforter over her head to block out the sun.

"Well good morning to you too princess," Chuck laughed. " I come bearing gifts." Blair rolled over under the covers onto her back.

"Presents?" she wondered aloud. Excitedly, she flipped the covers off of her body and scooted to the end of her bed and stared bright eyed at Chuck.

My god she's beautiful. Even in her flannel pajamas and no make-up and flat, tangled hair, she was still a goddess. Blair looked herself up and down for a moment at became embarrassed. She immediately got up and grabbed her hairbrush. Viciously, she combed at her hair, trying to get all of the knots out of her chocolate locks, but she was stopped by a hand.

"Stop." He said calmly. "You look amazing; You don't need to worry about what you look like with me." Blair set the brush down on the nightstand and turned to look at him. No more than six inches apart, the truth echoed in her head. She knew he was being honest. They began to stare into each other's eyes for just the slightest moment before Blair broke the silence.

"So, Bass, what kind of gift are we talking about?" She said, pushing her feelings to the back of her mind. Chuck shook out of his transfixion on her. He smirked and walked around the corner and pushed back a room service cart. Blair stared at it. Every breakfast food you could ever imagine was piled upon the tiny service cart. Her stomach churned.

"You're gift is hidden somewhere in here. Ready. Set. Go." He smirked. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out a glazed donut. Holding it out to her, Blair suddenly felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Hunger. She grabbed the donut out of his strong hand and downed the entire thing in sixty seconds. Chuck raised his eyebrows. He'd never seen a girl, let alone Blair, eat like this. He munched on a bear claw as she devoured three more donuts, a stack of pancakes and two over-easy eggs. He chuckled to himself as she began on a plate of French toast. Blair looked up at him, her mouth full of the sweet bread.

"What?" she hissed. Chuck smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing." He smiled, "I've just never seen a girl eat like that." Blair dropped her fork. She looked down at the empty plates in front of her. She felt sick.

He's disgusted by me. What have I done? Do I want to end up huge?

"Excuse me," She whispered. She jumped out of her chair and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She heard Chuck following her. She pulled her hair back and bent over the toilet.

"Blair!" Chuck pounded on the door and begged her "Blair, Please let me in! I want to help!" She listened to his pleading voice and succumbed. She gave into her feelings and settled into the space between the toilet and the bathtub. Pulling her knees to her chest, she bawled into her flannel pants. How could she even consider what she had just considered?

Chuck bust into the bathroom, spare key in hand, and looked down at his broken angel. It pained him to watch her fight this demon that had taken over her body.

"Oh Blair," He whispered. She looked up at him and ran into his arms.

"Chuck I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She bawled into his white Armani button up as he stroked her back. " I just—I need to be perfect."

"Blair, you are perfect." He muttered to her. He pulled her in tighter to how he was there for her. She squeezed him tighter, sniffing the cologne that was drifting from his neck.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's okay." Blair stepped away from her knight in shining armor, wiping the tears with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath and steadied herself on the counter.

"Did you do what you came in here to do?" Chuck asked. Blair looked down at the counter and shook her head as he took a breath of relief. "Then you earned your gift."

Blair looked up at him in confusion. "What?" Chuck pulled a small black box out of his jacket pocket and handed it over to Blair. She looked from him to the small box that he had just placed in her hand. Curiously, she lifted the lid and gasped.

"Oh my, Chuck—They are gorgeous."

"I know that you have a thing for sapphires. The man in the shop said you've been looking at them for a while." Blair looked up at him. She'd never expected something like this from him. She knew he had never bought jewelry for another girl. He'd never bought anything for another girl—except for maybe a drink.

"The first day is always the hardest, I know. I figured you deserved it." A pair of gorgeous sapphire earrings sparkled back up at her from the box.

"It's only the morning." She said. Chuck nodded.

"And there are two more gifts waiting for you if you can be good today." Blair smiled. He knew exactly how to get to her. Oh, his power of persuasion was wondrous. Then Chuck's phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his other pocket and a puzzled look spread across his face.

"Excuse me," he said, leaving the room. Blair watched him leave and looked down in the little box. She pulled the earrings out one at a time and placed them into her delicate ears. Chuck re-entered the room with a solemn look on his face.

"Who was it Chuck? Is everything okay?" She turned to him as he continued to stare down at his phone in his hand.

"Um…yea" he said looking up into her eyes. The grief in his eyes became apparent to her immediately."They are reading Bart's will later today. They want me to be there."

"Oh." They hadn't talked about his father and what had happened. She didn't know how to react. She simply walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer by draping his arms across her waist.

"Will you go with me? " He asked. It took everything that he had just to ask her to be there. Blair pulled back and watched him pray her to do this with her. Blair nodded the slightest bit and said "For you, I'll do anything."