Disclaimer: If I did own it, they would've been happily married now. So, it belongs to the respective creators who should REALLY start fixing up their stupid mess and give us our CB!

Notes: Wow uhm I know I SUCK. But thanks to reviews and PMs I got from awesome readers of this fic, I have updated. AND YOU GUYS ARE tres awesome for dealing with me, LOL! In fact those of you would like to know I have pre wrote some of the upcoming chapters. I can't promise I'll post it soon because whenever I promise I'll post soon it becomes 5 months later. AND I AM SORRY! ON a side note, GG sucks without CB. SO I WANT CB NOW!!! Thanks to FEEF, my lovely beta for this!!!

As usual:

Italicized gossip girl narration: GG's inside narration.

Bolded ones: Published GG news that is sent to everyone via E-blasts.

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Blair Waldorf tried not to regret what she did. No, this is the new Blair Waldorf who doesn't regret whatever she does. She plans things; she makes sure she doesn't regret decisions or actions.

So why the hell did she let the bastard in?

That wasn't part of the plan. In fact, sleeping with him wasn't part of any plan. The 3 hour limo ride was in fact very, well, pleasurable one might say but it didn't stop her from putting her forehead against the window and telling herself what an idiot she was.

She felt his hand rub up and down her thigh. She felt herself getting tingles from his touch. She felt like a slut! She just screwed him for the last hour and a half and she still wanted more.

"Right Chuck you can stop doing that now." she told him when she shoved his hand away from her thigh and she crossed her legs.

The handsome brunette smirked.

"Alright, because I'll keep on replaying your 'Chuck, don't stop' version in my head over and over again." he told her, reminding her of her lewdness during their make out.

She rolled her eyes and put on her sunglasses, "Yes, and I hope that makes you sleep at night right after you sadly play with yourself alone."

"Oh, touché, ma Cherie. Rest assured I probably would."

"You are so heinous." She rolled her eyes again.

"Right and you aren't. I'm sure if Hugh could talk he'd say you were quite heinous too." Chuck said. Hugh was opposite them, watching them, a bit traumatized probably from what he had seen. Blair blushed. She couldn't believe she had screwed Chuck with an animal watching!

"I'm sure Hugh is used to it." she said.

"No. Not really. I don't screw girls in front of Hugh, only you." He looked at her with sexy eyes. She turned red again and before she could say anything, that's when her phone beeped and she took it out. The name on the screen made her sit up and she quickly checked it.

She felt her entire world shatter right from under her when she read it. Her world was spinning a little; thank God she was sitting down.

Chuck automatically felt the air change around them and turned to look at Blair.

"Blair?" he asked when he felt her freeze next to him. He eyed her worriedly. Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses but the lines on her lips and the way her soft cheeks looked hard under the light made him realize something was awfully wrong.

She didn't hear him at first as she re-read the text.

"Blair?" Chuck repeated again loudly. His hand came up to touch her arm and she jerked back. She quickly looked at him, his face was contorted with worry and somehow it soothed her a little.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong with me" she told him, composing herself.

He eyed her, opened his mouth then closed it again. She didn't want to talk about it, that's for sure. But something was bothering her. Something was really wrong because for the next 10 minutes, she looked away outside the window, her thoughts mangled somewhere else. She was distant the entire time.

He wanted to know what was bothering her. He wanted to help. He didn't know why but he just wanted to. But he couldn't do anything. He knew if he asked her or prodded too much, Blair would snap or ask him to mind his own business. So he was just sitting next to her, on standby just in case she needed anything.

Which she did.

"Chuck."

He whipped his head to look at her but she was still looking out the window.

"Blair?"

"How long till we get back to Manhattan?" she asked.

"An hour and a half." he told her.

"Can we stop somewhere for awhile?" she asked.

"Yeah, definitely." He nodded, pushing the glass divider down to tell his driver to stop somewhere. In a minute, Arthur had pulled over to a field of grass. It was just a plain grass plain.

Blair got out and so did Chuck (and the dog, whom Chuck threw back in the car). He didn't know what was wrong with her and it bothered him. This was important and he didn't want anything bad happening to Blair. She turned around when she felt him on her back.

"Chuck, can you leave me alone for awhile? I need to make a phone call." she told him and he just nodded. He stood where he was and watched her walked further away from him as she made the phone call.

She carefully hid her face from him as she made the phone call. He could only see her back and she looked tense and stressed about the phone call. He wondered what it could be; it couldn't be school could it? He frowned and picked up his cell and pressed 3 speed dial. It rang once…then he put the phone down.

No. He shouldn't do it. Whatever she had hidden that was her business.

Chuck looked up to see Blair coming back, her sunglasses still on, shielding her eyes from him.

"Thanks." Blair told him.

"Must be an important phone call."

"Fairly." she answered him.

"Shall we?" Chuck let her pass to get to the limo before him.

"Can we detour?" she suddenly asked.

Chuck was puzzled but he didn't let her randomness deter him.

"Definitely. Where to?"

"Anywhere. I don't want to be in Manhattan right now." she told him simply.

Chuck grinned, "Sure. Detour it is."

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Blair didn't know where they were going. In fact, she didn't care. She didn't mean to be bad company but the phone call meant a lot to her and while it wasn't as bad as she thought it might be, it still shook her off her axis.

She was so glad Chuck understood when to shut up and when to comply. He is a bastard and a pain in the ass most of the time but he understood his lines with her.

Except for that one time he had decided to rat her out to Gossip Girl. She cringed, thinking about high school. How it haunted her, most of the way to wherever he was taking her. She laid her head against the cool leather of the limo seat and closed her eyes. She even let the dog sit at her feet.

She didn't know she had fallen asleep until she felt the car come to a complete stop.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"Where are we?" she asked, and when they finally stopped he let her open the window. She gaped at the place. His driver opened the door for Blair and she got out, looking at the place. She looked around the beautiful place. Chuck let Hugh out and the dog scampered around the vast field. Chuck then told his driver to look after Hugh.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, when she felt him come up behind her.

He shrugged, "They said Yale looks nice during the summer," he told her. "And they were right."

She gaped at the place. Yale was truly a beautiful place. A surge of memories from her childhood about this place rushed through her. This was her dream, or rather, part of the dream she had built for herself since she was a child. Wanting to follow in her father's footsteps, she talked about Yale all the time during high school, telling people she would go here and be a top scholar, but she never got there.

She ran away, far away from the States, away from here, them…him.

Hah, what irony. She was now back in the states, here and with him.

When she didn't say anything, Chuck shrugged. "You don't have to study here to enjoy the place." he told her, "You can just enjoy the scenery. No harm done, I'm sure they won't charge us for admiring the view." He grinned.

Blair smiled and looked at him. "It's no harm looking around my Dad's alumni school." And that was what they did for half of the day. Weirdly enough while walking around, they got to talking, like old times again.

Whenever Serena wasn't around, she used to talk to Chuck a lot, mostly about how they were going to destroy someone and such. For once in a long time, they actually…talked.

They talked about Paris (Blair leaving a lot of detail out) to him getting into Columbia Business School.

"Columbia? Chuck Bass! I am truly proud!!" she said as she put a hand to her chest.

"It's only Columbia." he shrugged. "And thank you. You were always my best critic." Then he paused.

"Second best." they both said in unison. They looked at each other and then laughed.

"No one told me you went to Columbia and with dean's honor roll at that."

"I didn't tell you that." He frowned when she mentioned him getting honors in college.

"I managed to catch up with Serena even while Cabbage patch is around." she nodded, "And she slipped in a thing or two about Chuck Bass actually doing math."

He smirked, "I can do anything."

"No you can't. You just think you can. No one can do anything with a snap of their finger." she told him. "And especially people like you who think the world revolves around them; you just make everything work for you, but never the other way around."

Chuck looked at her, amused.

"When did you become such a philosopher?"

"When did you become such a scholar?" she countered back cheekily.

He chuckled, "People change." he said, indicating them.

Blair's features suddenly darkened, her brown eyes turning a shade darker. "No. Not really." she told him, "They just make other people think they did."

If that was a hint of what was to come, Chuck totally missed that warning sign.

Before he could say anything else Blair chirped up, "Since we now have probably walked around the entire campus, when do we visit Yale for said mission?" she asked.

"It's on a Wednesday." he reminded her with a smirk.

"Yes…plan 'destroy Jenny Humphrey's scholarship chances' commences in 3 days then, doesn't it?" Blair said, never taking her eyes off the beautiful building and landscape. It looked much more beautiful when the sun was setting, the luminescent red light reflecting against the old walls.

"It's a beautiful place." she muttered.

"You didn't miss much." Chuck assured her.

"No. I didn't. But you did." she said softly.

Chuck frowned and looked at her, "What?"

Both their phones beeped before either of them could say anything and they both quickly picked it up.

Chuck laughed when he saw who it was from, "Congratulations, Nate is infatuated with you." he told her. Nate had texted Chuck asking him where he was and if Blair was with him.

Blair rolled her eyes, "He has Jenny though, why would he settle for me?" she said sarcastically.

"You answered your own question in the form of a question." Chuck told her.

"Serena texted me. She really thought you might've taken advantage of me again." Blair told him.

Chuck smirked, "Are you going to tell her the truth?"

"There's nothing to tell. We did nothing." she told him as she texted Serena back.

"That's not what happened a few hours ago." he said in a seductive voice as he inched closer. What was it with her body and Chuck? She felt herself ready to respond to his advances when her phone rang. She looked at the caller I.D and she jumped back away from Chuck.

"I've got to take this." she said as she whipped around to answer the call. Chuck frowned again, whenever she got a text or call from this 'unknown' person she got jumpy and worried. What the hell. Is it a boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband?! School? He didn't know.

He didn't know and it messed him up. This is Blair Waldorf, the girl who left without a trace, the girl who royally messed him up. Something was up and he needed to know.

When she came back, she looked fine but the tear streaks were visible to his eyes. She was crying. Blair Waldorf was crying. What the hell just happened?

He stood where he was and eyed her; her back was towards him, her voice was soft.

"Okay! I'm done. Let's go. This time, back to Manhattan." Blair said as she tried walking past him quickly, but he grabbed her arm.

"Blair. What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing is wrong." she said curtly.

"You've been acting weird whenever a text or call comes in." he told her. "It's none of my business, but - "

"Exactly. It's NONE of your business." Blair hissed. "Nothing that is my business is ever your business, Chuck." She said it a bit too empathically, nearly spitting the words out. It shocked him so to speak because she got a bit too defensive there.

"So let me go." she said, pulling her arm from his grip. "You ruined the day. Thanks Bass, and here I thought we could get through a decent day together."

He frowned, "We had a great time today. You're the one who decided to go bi-polar on me." he accused her.

Blair rolled her eyes, "I said I was fine, but you decide to pry because it bugs the almighty Chuck Bass when he doesn't know a thing and is out of the loop doesn't it?" she said, nailing him on the head.

Wow, she still knew him so well.

She sighed, trying to calm the situation down. "Listen, thanks for the day, it was actually pretty tolerable considering the fact I spent it with you."

He scoffed, "You make it sound like a death penalty you survived through. Just admit you had fun, even a little bit."

Blair glared at him then lightened up a little. "Maybe I did."

Chuck smirked, "You definitely did."

She rolled her eyes and gave him a smirk before walking back towards the limo, Chuck trailing behind her.

The entire ride back to Manhattan was a moderated one. He didn't bring up the calls and her weird actions and she didn't try to nail him on the head again. They had small talk and whenever there were pauses, they could feel the heat rising between their close proximity and resumed talking because if they were talking they could try their best to ignore the sexual tension in between them.

Once they reached Blair's townhouse, Blair turned to thank Chuck but his lips caught hers first. She was caught off by surprise but she let her lips soften against his.

"I behaved the entire ride." he told her after they broke off the kiss. It was weird. They could fight one minute then kiss the next. Her dynamic with Chuck was…indescribable.

"You shouldn't have." she said, grinning.

"What, and have myself lose one testicle? If you noticed, we didn't really get into the limo on good terms." he reminded her and she didn't like to be reminded.

"I appreciate that. Chuck Bass, a gentleman. Never knew." She opened the door.

"Well now you do." he smirked before giving her another kiss which melted her core. "Goodnight Waldorf."

She nodded, "Bass."

Then they saw the dog drooling as it watched them.

"That dog is a bigger pervert than you are." Blair added in.

"Oh, don't forget to call your boyfriend." he said sarcastically. "He kept on texting me asking me if you were with me. And call Serena to assure her I did not rape you, thank you." he said before she closed the door in his face.

She laughed and walked into her building. She shouldn't be having fun with him. She shouldn't. She hates him. She absolutely hates the man who ruined her life.

But why was she smiling so much?

Her phone then again beeped and she fumbled quickly to open it just in case it was from someone important.

Luckily, it wasn't. It was worse.

Oh, why did you miss me Upper East Siders? Apparently I was out of business the last few days when our favorites went to the Hamptons for a summer kind of wonderful! However, everyone but C and B came back early today. And now we know why!

Blair groaned when she saw a picture of her and Chuck in his limo and they were clearly locking lips. Did people NOT have a life here? Even after High school, this is what they were reduced too? Still being on Gossip Girl at 21?!

Goodness gracious me! Is history repeating itself? Yours truly hasn't had an adrenaline rush this badly since Giselle married Tom Brady! C and B rekindling their romance which was short lived 3 years ago? Please say it is so!

I do pray there's more to come.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl.

Blair shook her head. She had a lot more explaining to do to Serena than she had expected. And on cue, her phone rang.

Chuck watched Blair walk into her apartment building before making a phone call for himself.

He pressed the number 3 speed dial.

"Hello? Yes, its Chuck Bass…Remember that assignment I gave you three years ago? Yes… that one. I need you to look into that same person's background in the last 3 years since I told you to stop. Yes. Retrace." He nodded, "Great."

He put down the phone.

He knew he shouldn't do it but something wasn't right. Hugh looked at him as if disapproving of what he had just done. Chuck sighed.

"Something's off boy, that's all." Chuck told the dog but the dog just shook his head as if judging Chuck.

Chuck realized he wasn't the only one keeping a secret…Blair had one or a few too.

BEEP.

He got the gossip girl e-blast. He groaned. He had some explanations to give his best friend too.

"Stupid Gossip bitch." he muttered.

Right on cue, his phone rang.