So I think there will be only one or two more chapters of this story after this. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 11

Spotted, our favorite duo B and CB heading to his place after school again. It's been over two months and they're still going strong, which can only mean one thing. These two are bound for an explosive fight. With Christmas around the corner, the only thing on my wish list is for it to be in public. If they had royal screaming matches when they were just 'friends' I can't imagine the spectacle they'll cause now.

You Know You Love Me

XOXO

Gossip Girl

Blair had never been so happy; the only thing that dampened her otherwise perfect relationship with Chuck was the fact her parents couldn't know. Eleanor would crucify Blair like a witch if she knew Blair was dating Chuck Bass. His family might have been powerful and respected, but every Upper East Side mother feared four words more then anything, 'I'm seeing Chuck Bass'. So Blair lied, she had never realized how good she was at it or how unobservant her parents were until now.

Blair sat on Chuck's bed in his dress shirt as she flipped through the channels on his flat screen. Chuck stood on his balcony smoking a joint. After he was done he returned to his room pouncing on Blair.

"Chuck we can't, not again. I'm late." She saw Chuck's face transform into one that highly resembled a deer in caught in the headlights. She suddenly realized the other context to her words.

"What!" He sputtered.

"For dinner with my parents." She clarified.

"God Blair, you should really be more specific. Please don't use those words in that order ever again." His face relaxed as he let her out of his embrace as she got up.

"Well I'm sorry I scared you, but I really have to go."

"Why? Blow it off, say Serena invited you out to dinner."

"I can't I used that excuse yesterday. I don't know if you know this, but my mother isn't exactly the president of the Serena Van der Woodsen fan club."

"Oh really?"

"She thinks she's a bad influence and is starting to worry I spend too much time with her."

"Well then say you're going with Jenny."

"Oh yeah, the ex-drug addict. Mother loves when I spend time with her."

"How about Vanessa? You guys have formed some weird friendship lately."

"I do no longer hate Vanessa, I'm actually quite fond of her now, but mother hates new money, and Mrs. Abrams' book."

"Is there a single friend you have your mother doesn't despise?"

"Penelope."

"I hate Penelope."

"So do I." Blair said with a smile as she gathered her uniform. She got dressed in the bathroom; quickly fixing her hair and makeup, she came out to find Chuck dressed too.

"Sorry buddy, you can't come." Blair said taking in his appearance.

"No problem, I don't do parents. For some reason they always hate me."

"Hmm, weird. I can't think of a reason for them to."

"Cute," Chuck wrapped his arms around Blair holding her closely as he kissed the top of her head. "Very cute."

"Bye."

"Bye." They kissed once more before Blair took off not excited about the thirty minutes of traffic she faced.

Chuck sat in his study nursing a glass of scotch. He heard the elevator ding signaling his father's early arrival. Grace, his trophy wife, was in Paris with her friends which had caused Bart to stay late at work most nights. Bart came into the study his face as stoic as ever.

"Charles drinking alone is never a good sign."

"Just killing time till I go to Victrola with Carter and Nate. Why are you here so early?"

"I have a business diner in twenty minutes, I just wanted to come home and change. Will Miss Waldorf be joining you at Victrola?"

"How do you know about me and Blair?"

"Charles, I know I'm not the most observant father, but I'm not completely oblivious. I see her leaving the building daily. What's your relationship with her?"

"Well…she is my, uh, girlfriend I guess."

"Hmm…" Chuck starred at his father.

"What does that mean? What are you 'hmm-ing' about?"

"Calm down Charles."

"I will when you answer the question." Chuck could feel his face getting hot as the rage started forming inside him.

"I was simply mulling over your words that's all."

"Ok…" Chuck starred at his father waiting for the 'but' he knew was coming.

"But," There it was. "If I were to mean something it would be my concern for the well being of this girl."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm simply concerned that your 'relationship' with this girl will lead to a less then happy outcome. For her."

"Oh really?" Chuck slammed his glass down on the counter.

"Yes. I know the Waldorf's; I've met Blair on several occasions. She is a very sweet, and innocent girl. I just thought you might want to think of the ramifications of you being with her."

"And those would be?" Chuck's fist clenched with anger, his knuckles turning white.

"From what Harold has told me, she has a bright future ahead of her. She's going to be valedictorian, has applied to Yale as well as many other Ivy League schools. I can barely get you to show up to first period."

"What does my skipping class and Blair's college ambitions have to do with our relationship?"

"Charles, a boy like you has no business toying with a girl like Blair. It will only lead to her getting hurt. I just think you should consider what's best for this girl."

"And that of course couldn't possibly be being with me, could it?"

"Charles all your life you've never had any goals or ambitions. That rubs off on those around you. I'd hate to see that girl's future go up in flames because she was spending all her time with you."

"You're unbelievable."

"I'm simply just trying to warn you."

" Get out!"

"I should get going. Good-night Charles." Bart was completely un-phased by Chuck's anger.

Bart left sucking out any happiness that had been in Chuck. Chuck slumped down in the closest leather chair mulling over his fathers words. They brought back every fear and concern he'd had in the beginning. As he downed another scotch he came to a conclusion. 'He's right.'

Blair knew the second she stepped into her penthouse something was off. The apartment didn't smell like dinner, Dorota was nowhere insight, and it was eerily quiet. Blair walked into the living room to see her parents sitting on the couch, her father's laptop open on the coffee table.

"Sorry I'm late. Is dinner ready?" Blair looked into the kitchen, "Where's Dorota?"

"I thought it best she leave for the night." Eleanor's voice was cold and distant, her eyes still trained on the screen.

"Why?" Blair was utterly confused.

"I got a phone call today Blair. I was informed I should visit a certain Internet site." Eleanor looked up at her. "Blair what is Gossip Girl?"

"Umm…umm…"

"Don't mumble Blair it's unbecoming." Eleanor snapped. "Your father and I have just spent the past two hours on this website. Its disturbing."

"Who told you about Gossip Girl?"

"You don't get to ask the questions here, young lady."

"Mother I…"

"It has pictures of you and your friends, it talks about your life like some kind of crazed stalker!"

"Umm…"

"But you know what was the most shocking, is all the information it has about your life! Things I didn't even know!"

"Its not…"

"It has pictures of you stripping at a burlesque club Blair! It says horrible things about you! It says you are sleeping with Charles Bass if the pictures are any clue to those silly little nicknames it gives you!"

"I…"

"I know you're a young adult now, but I thought we raised you better then."

"You did."

"Apparently not. Is it true? Are you dating that delinquent?"

"Well, umm…"

"How could you Blair? He is atrocious. If you knew the things people say about him, you would be appalled!"

"I know the stories…"

"I mean honestly Blair, for someone so smart you don't seem to have thought about this at all!"

"Mother, can I just explain?"

"No, you cannot explain, you can take care of this before it goes any farther! God if the girls at the club knew about this."

"Mother please, just listen."

"No you listen Blair!" her father shouted. He had been completely silent since she got there.

"Daddy I…"

"I have worked too hard, your mother has worked too hard. I'm up for reelection in a year I will not let your infatuation with some rebellious boy jeopardize the wellbeing of our family."

"But…"

"No but's, you will end it with this boy."

"Please Daddy, you don't understand."

"I understand, and so do you. You knew being with this boy was wrong, or you would have told us about it. There is too much controversy surrounding that reprobate. End it tonight."

"No, no you can't do this! I'm not leaving Chuck!"

"Yes, you are Blair!"

"I can't believe you. I expect this from Mother, but not you!"

"I'm not arguing with you anymore. This conversation is finished, go to your room."

"Fine." Blair turned around, tears streaming down her face as she made her way out of the room into the foyer. She paused at the stairs, turning to look at the elevator. She walked over hitting the elevator button as she turned over her shoulder to make sure her parents were still whispering harshly to one another in the living room. The elevator dinged open, Blair quickly darted in pressing the lobby button continuously. Blair's father heard the elevator open and immediately went to see what was going on.

"Blair! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I'm sorry…" was all Blair got out as the doors closed.

Chuck stood in front of his elevator doors, he was surprised to find out Blair had come back when his doorman called the penthouse to let him know of her arrival. The doors opened to reveal a red-eyed Blair wiping away her tears hastily.

"Blair, what's going on…" Blair's lips crashing on to his, stopping Chuck's words. Her tears wetted his cheeks as she kissed him hungrily.

"Chuck, it was awful. Mother and Daddy found out about Gossip Girl! They were so mad." She sniffed.

"How? What happened?"

"They yelled at me and Daddy just went off!"

"Oh Blair."

"I couldn't believe it, I couldn't deal, and I just took off."

"What do you mean you just took off?"

"They were yelling and they kept saying I had to dump you so I came over here. I can't be in that house right now."

"They told you we should break-up." 'Of coarse they did.' Chuck thought as he heard her words.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to. They're just in shock. I think if I give them some time to cool off and then I can introduce you guys…"

"Why bother?" Everyone thought Chuck wasn't good enough for Blair, it tore at him daily and now that even her parents had flat out told her to dump him he knew it was over. They had to be over, but Blair wouldn't give up easily.

"What…"

"I mean Blair, you're parents will never like me. They don't need time, they need you to date an uppity Tripp type."

"Chuck, calm down they just need to get used to the idea. You'll meet them and make a great impression. You can have Nate coach you on what to say."

"Blair I can't do this. I can't meet your parents, I can't play the perfect golden boy, that's not who I am. And if that's who you want then what the hell are we doing together in the first place?"

"Chuck."

"No. Just go home Blair."

"I can't. I took off."

"And that's my problem?"

"Why are you being like this? How did you turn into Mr. Hyde during the hour I was gone?"

"Don't be stupid, Blair."

"Stupid?"

"We had some fun, but we've run our coarse and its time to end it."

"What…"

"Look I had fun, you had fun, but now its done."

"Chuck, you don't mean that." Blair felt as though she'd die at any moment.

"Yes I do Blair, I'm over this."

"But, you can't be."

"Why because you love me?" He laughed cruelly at the words as he threw them in her face.

"Take it back." Was all Blair could get out as she starred down at the floor a whole new wave of tears forming.

"Take it back, what are you five? Grow up. I said it. It's out there, deal with it."

"You're such a jerk." Blair could practically hear her heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

"And you're a bitch. We all have our flaws."

"We're done!" Blair shouted through her tears.

"I thought we already covered that. Bye." Chuck turned away from her unable to look at the pain on her face anymore. Pain he caused her. He heard her footsteps as she turned and left. He threw his scotch glass against the wall as he heard the elevator doors close behind her.

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