A/N: Sorry for yet another long update. School just takes up so much time! Anyways, I hope all of you enjoy this chapter!

"Chuck?" Dan repeated as he looked at the Bass man himself, half asleep in his girlfriend's closet.

Chuck manages to look back at Dan and groggily gets up from the lounge chair and staggers towards him. His eyes half closed as he does.

"Humphrey?" Chuck asks as he stops walking when he's a foot in front of Dan.

Dan's mouth opens to say something but no sound could come out of. For once he is speechless. He didn't even know where to begin. Why was Chuck even there in the first place? In Blair's closet of all places. Dan steps away from the closet and turns to face Blair, whom Chuck has yet to realize is there as well but is hidden by the closet door.

Dan locks eyes with his petite girlfriend of three and a half years. Her doe eyes staring back at him with apologetic eyes. Her lower lip trembling. Dan sighed and walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he did. He couldn't deal with this now. He couldn't deal with shit like this. He never had been able to.

Blair watched as he left. She knew there wasn't any point with pleading with him. Why should he listen? Chuck was in her closet after all. Why did she always manage to fuck things up for them? Why was it when she said or did something, Dan had to go "clear" his head. Blair sighed and headed towards the closet. She opened the door wide and saw Chuck still standing, but his eyes had shut and a faint snore could be heard.

Blair walked closer to him and gently placing her hand on his face and stroking in softly. Sure enough, his eyes opened and a small smile appeared on his face when he saw it was Blair who woke him up.

"Hello," he said kindly.

"Hey. Listen, Bass, we need to get you out of here. I'll call your driver and have him pick you up around front," Blair informed him.

"Why can't I stay here?" he asked.

"Because Dan is moving in and Dan would rather not see you," Blair told him, grabbing his arm and already pulling him out of her closet.

"But I want to stay. You don't know what it's like with Jade. She just talks and talks and talks. She's like a fucking parrot only without the feathers," Chuck said of his apparent girlfriend.

Blair ignored him and proceeded to pull him out of her closet. Once she did that, she walked him to the door, her hand still on his arm, and they walked downstairs. The movers had left and the living room/foyer was covered in cardboard boxes. She carefully kicked the boxes aside, so Chuck wouldn't trip on them. They made it to the couch and he plopped down out of tiredness. Blair stayed standing. Half of her mind was focussed on the task on hand: getting Chuck out of there and back at home. But her mind was also on Dan. This was the second time today that he had walked out on her, not giving her anytime to explain.

"Blair?" Chuck's voice broke her thoughts.

She quickly turned her head to look at him. His head resting on the back of the couch. His eyes barely open.

"Yes?" Blair replied.

Chuck managed to open both of his eyes and make contact with her. A small smile crept onto his face.

"You're very pretty, Blair," he commented.

Blair felt her heart soar a little bit, just as a smile appeared on her face. All her life, she was rarely called beautiful or pretty. The best compliment that she ever received from her mother when she was younger had been "At least the dress fits".

"Thank you," Blair responded.

Silence filled the box filled room. Blair hadn't been entirely sure, but she was certain that Chuck had fallen asleep once again. Before she could do anything, the sound of the elevator doors opening took her attention.

In walked Eleanor and Cyrus. Both giggling and occasionally talking. Blair looked at her mother's happy glow. She hadn't seen that, well since she and her father had still been married. She watched as Cyrus helped her mother out of her coat, even if he had to stand on his tippy toes to do so. Blair couldn't help but smile. She wished one day she would have that. Just pure love.

"Blair!" she heard her step-father call out to her with his arms open wide.

Blair grinned and walked over to him, hugging him. He hugged her back. She glanced at her mother, who just beamed at the moment that was being shared between her husband and her daughter. The two separated. It was all smiles before Eleanor's eyes rested on Chuck's sound asleep figure on the couch.

"Is that Chuck Bass?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"Yes," Blair said a small voice.

"And what is he doing sleeping on my couch? And what are these boxes doing here?" Eleanor said, finally realizing the huge pile of cardboard boxes in front of her.

"Dan," Blair simply replied.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. Her eyes became confused, as did Cyrus'.

"Daniel? What does he have to do with any of this?" her mother asked her.

"Well this is his stuff. He's moving in remember? I told you about it a few weeks ago, when me and Dan were still on vacation. Don't tell me you forgot."

"Blair you know that I am not as young as I used to be. You can't expect me to remember everything that I am told."

Blair looked at her mother in disbelief. It still amazed her that even though her mom had changed ever since she had met Cyrus, she still managed to bring out that cold, heartless mother act out sometimes.

"Yeah, because when your daughter tells you that her boyfriend is moving in, you just forget," Blair muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something?" Cyrus asked.

"No, I didn't," Blair replied with a smile.

"I need to get some sleep. Make sure these boxes are out of my sight by the time I wake up and also make sure that-" Eleanor nodded her head towards Chuck. "is also gone when I get up. I don't need people saying things about you two. He has a girlfriend, you know."

"Yes mother," Blair said automatically.

With one more look at Chuck, Eleanor grabbed Cyrus' hand and the both of them walked upstairs. Once Blair knew they were gone, she walked briskly into the kitchen. Dorota was there making some sort of Danish. She looked up when she saw Blair enter.

"Yes, Miss Blair?" Dorota asked.

"I need your help with bringing the boxes up to my room," Blair said quietly.

"Yes, Miss Blair."

Blair bit her lip, not really paying attention anymore. Dorota watched her with curiosity. Ever since she was a little girl, she always had a mask over so the world wouldn't know her problems. But Dorota knew better than that. She was her maid after all.

"Where's Mr. Daniel?" Dorota asked.

"He's out," Blair said in a small voice.

Dorota could feel the frustration that came with Dan Humphrey. She wasn't really fond of him, especially not that he had made her Blair cry more than once all week. The boy was not in good shape to be near the girl she had pretty much raised. The truth was, she couldn't stand him. And she couldn't stand him more that he always chose his job over Blair.

"If he isn't giving you the respect that you deserve, then you should leave him," Dorota told her.

Blair felt her eyes fill with water. They stayed as a small pool, but never released. She gripped the edge of the counter and took a small, deep breath before making eye contact with Dorota again.

"I'm fine. Could you just get the boxes into my room. I need to get rid of Chuck," Blair said before turning on her heel and leaving the kitchen.

When she re-entered the living room, Chuck still hadn't woken up. She sighed before grabbing the telephone and pressing, hopefully, the right number. She was actually surprised that she had remembered. Remembered after all of these years. The ringing tone went on for ten seconds before she heard the gruff voice of Chuck's driver, Gus.

"Hello?" he said huskily on the other line.

"Hey Gus," Blair started."

"Miss Waldorf? Oh it's been ages since we last spoke," the driver said excitedly on the other line.

Blair managed to feel a small smile appear on her subtle lips. It was just nice to hear someone who was happy to hear her voice, not irritated.

"Yes it has, Gus. I have a slight problem though."

"Is everything alright, Miss Waldorf?" she heard him ask her.

"Well it has to do with Chuck. He's asleep on my couch and my mother has ordered me to get rid of him before she wakes up. And you know how my mother can be," Blair reminded the driver.

"I understand. I'll be there in ten minutes," Gus said before hanging up.

Blair turned the phone off and put it back on the table. Chuck hadn't managed to wake up. Or even try to. She was startled by the sound of Dorota's heels hitting the marble staircase as she descended down it. Blair hadn't noticed, but almost two thirds of the boxes were already gone. Dorota looked over at Blair.

"No luck with Mr. Chuck?" she asked, looking at his sleeping body.

"No, Dorota."

"You should get some rest. You have the gala tonight," Dorota reminded her.

Blair stopped in her tracks. She had completely forgotten about the gala. With everything going on with Dan and dealing with getting rid of Chuck, she hadn't even had time to think about the charity event that was being hosted by her recently reconciled best friend's mother. Blair sighed, how could all of this be happening within a week of her return home? Then again it was New York. Enough said.

"Maybe I will take a small nap," Blair said as she trudged upstairs to her bedroom.

"Alright Miss Blair. I'll make sure Mr. Chuck get's home safe," Dorota told her.

"Gus is supposed to pick him up," Blair said, with a yawn.

"Okay, Miss Blair. Now you get some rest now," Dorota told her.

Blair walked upstairs and shut the door behind her. Dan's boxes were pilled on one side of the room but didn't really clutter up anything. She kicked off her shoes and crawled up her bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Dan strolled about in his old neighbourhood. Sometimes it was just great to get away from everything. Especially whatever was going on between him and Blair. It was supposed to be an easy transition. They were both from New York, so it wasn't like they were going to be living together in a foreign city. They knew every inch of the city, yet they seemed to be on opposite sides of the planet.

He didn't know what was up with her. But the biggest question that was bothering him was why on earth was Chuck Bass in her closet? Calling for her no less. Dan just couldn't deal with it. So he left. Twice that day. He knew he wouldn't see her until tomorrow. He did have to work tonight and all. As much as he wanted to ask for a night off from work and come last minute to the event, he knew he couldn't.

He loved his job, no doubt about that. He got to meet young, thriving writers. Their will to write was so visible on their faces that it made him smile as well. He loved helping writers get their start in the business. Sure when he was seventeen he too wanted to be a writer but after going to Yale and seeing what writing was like, he had decided that maybe just being an author would be good enough for him.

But surprisingly, Blair had actually gotten more into writing. She show him her stories and he would promise to read them. Well he sort of read them. And by sort of, he meant the first paragraph and quickly skimming over the rest twenty minutes before meeting up with her for lunch. He couldn't be bothered with small stories written by his girlfriend.

"Dan!" he heard a masculine voice call out.

He turned around and saw his father across the street holding two bags of groceries. Dan lit up. For once he was actually happy to see his father. He ran across the not-so-busy road and joined his father on the other side.

"Dad, you have no idea how glad I am to see you," Dan beamed.

"Your kid leaves for a few years and greets you normally, but when they leave for less then a week they are suddenly your best friend," Rufus said to his as he started to walk in the director of the Humphrey loft.

"It's just great to see a familiar face," Dan told him.

"Things not going that well at Waldorf's?"

"It's not like things are horrible, but I just feel like every time me and Blair are in the same room we can't stand each other . I find myself walking out a lot. I did it twice today," Dan said in a glum voice.

"You walked out on her? I thought you love her," Rufus said.

"I do love her, it's just something always goes wrong."

"It's a relationship. What did you expect?"

Dan sighed. What had he expected? Sure he had expected a few fights, but those would have been resolved just moments after they had begun. Instead they seemed to never end. Just paused for a moment. He turned to his father.

"Honestly, I'm not too sure."

"Who can be?" his father piped in.

Father and son turned the corner. Dan knew it was less than a block away from the loft. They walked in silence. Each alone to their thoughts. Dan's mainly consisting on his and Blair's relationship. They reached the loft in no time. Rufus passed Dan the grocery bags and grabbed his key. The door opened for the both of them. Dan walked in and placed the bags on the kitchen counter. They both shrugged off their coats and hung them on the hooks near the door before settling in the living room. Rufus sat on one of the two couches, with the end of his foot resting on his other knee. Dan sat adjacent to him.

"You going to work tonight?" Rufus asked him, picking an imaginary lint off of his sweater.

"Yeah. At six," Dan replied.

Rufus sighed. Dan turned to look at him. A confused look appeared on his face.

"What was that about?" Dan asked.

"What was what about?"

"The sigh. You never sigh, only when something is on your mind but you don't want to talk about it because you know it'll make someone angry," Dan told him.

"Can't a man just sigh?"

"Not if it's you."

"Are you really making a big deal out of one measly sigh?" Rufus asked. "You know, I think that job of your is stressing you out. Maybe you should ask for less hours."

"Less hours? I just started working there!" Dan shouted.

"I didn't mean anything-"

"I have to go," Dan snapped his father off before getting up from the couch he had been sitting on.

Dan grabbed his coat off of the hook and slammed the front door behind him. He walked out of the building and down the streets of Brooklyn. What can I do? Why does it seem everyone is just in my life to piss me off, he thought. He walked a few blocks, not knowing where to go or what to do. He looked at his watch. He still had four and a half hours to kill before going to work.

He couldn't go to Blair's. Not after what happened with Chuck and all. But he knew he would have to deal with it sooner or later. He chose later. He couldn't go back to the loft. He didn't need to listen to one of his dad's lectures on relationships. Yeah, because he had always been the role model for healthy relationships.

Dan grabbed his phone and looked through his contacts. He didn't really have that many. He paused on Nate's name. Well he didn't have anyone else. What the heck, he might as well have some male bonding time. He pressed Nate's name and held the phone up to his ear. After two dial tones, he heard Nate pick up.

"Hello?" he said groggily.

"Nate it's me, Dan."

"Dan! What's up?" Nate asked, suddenly sounding more alive.

"I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to hangout. You know, like a guy's day out or something like that," Dan suggested.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Where are you? I'll pick you up," Nate said.

Dan quickly gave him his location and Nate said he would be there in twenty minutes. He hung up and waited to be picked up. The wind blew in his direction, sending shivers down his spine and the feeling of goose bumps forming on his skin.

He was just alone. By himself. But something was oddly comforting him about it. He didn't know whether to be frightened or pleased.

Chuck felt his body being dropped on his bed. Soft. Very soft. He heard muffled voices. Maybe they were muffled because his ears were surrounded by pillows. But he could make out a gruff voice. Definitely a man's. And a higher pitched, slightly annoying voice. A hundred percent Jade's.

He couldn't remember much. He had been at the Waldorf's and that was when his mind got a little fuzzy. But he could remember seeing Blair. Her doe eyes looking into his dark chocolate ones.

He heard foot steps. They seemed distant and soon they were gone. But he did hear the sound of smaller feet coming towards the bed, that he hopefully was on. He felt a small hand on his forehead. His eyes opened up and saw Jade looking down at him. A smile on her face.

"It's about time you woke up. Gus said that you were asleep when he picked you up from the Waldorf's," she told him, with a slightly disgusted face when mentioning Blair's last name.

"I didn't sleep all night," Chuck replied.

"Awe, were you up thinking of me?" Jade said, playfully placing her finger on his lips.

"No."

"Well, you don't have to always think about me," Jade said quietly.

"I actually thought of myself, for once in god knows how many years," Chuck said sternly as he got up from the bed and made his way to the door.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Jade called, right on his heels.

"You know damn well what it's supposed to mean," Chuck snarled as he walked down the stairs.

"I know your cranky about not getting enough sleep, but don't take it out on me," Jade said.

Chuck turned around. His eyes oozed with anger. Jade froze in her spot.

"Just leave me alone."

Jade gulped and moved out of the way as Chuck grabbed a water bottle and went back upstairs. He better cool it with the attitude tonight. I don't need people thinking we're having problems, Jade thought.

Blair's eyes fluttered open. The boxes that had been there earlier were still in their place. She looked over at the clock. It was almost seven. She sat up straight. The gala started at eight and the latest one could arrive was eight-thirty. Blair jolted out of bed and stood in her bedroom doorframe.

"Dorota, I'm going to need your help getting ready," she called.

"I already got the curling irons plugged in Miss Blair," Dorota replied.