There she was. Standing in front of him, desperate to keep him alive. Pleading with him to not leave what they had. Whatever it was they had. She had said it. Those three little words the both of them had been urging the other to day for the three months prior. Looking down at her, he saw a future. A future of hurt and betrayal. A future of her tears and the destruction he caused. He wasn't good enough for her. He was no duke, He was no golden boy. He was Chuck Bass. Womanizing, Alcoholic, Manipulative Chuck Bass .He couldn't promise her a ring and a grand wedding at the Plaza. He couldn't promise her a couple little Basses and a home .He couldn't promise her sunshine and rainbows. He couldn't promise her a future. He couldn't promise her happiness. The thoughts were maddening. He had to let her go. Her brown doe eyes stared up at his intoxicated ones. The tears streaming down her face broke him. He never wanted to see her like that. The best thing for her was for him to not be in her life. For him to just leave her. Instead of saying those three little words he was dying to scream at the top of his lungs for all the world to hear, he hissed a sharp 'Too Bad' with all of the anger he could and climbed back into his limousine, hoping the harshness would set her free. Free from what they had.

"To my wife Lillian, I leave a quarter of my full estate, to keep her and my step-children level in society and to get back on their feet."

The room was silent—dead silent. Bart's lawyer had been reading the will for the past hour and had barely gotten to Bart's closest family. Lilly, Serena, and Eric sat holding each other in a far corner of the room. A few of Bart's associates gathered in the other. And there were Chuck and Blair. Sitting together in the center of the room.

"To each my step-children Serena and Eric, I leave two-hundred thousand dollars to start off a college education for them. It would be best for their mother not to worry."

Chuck tapped his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. How long is this supposed to take? Blair saw the nervousness in his eyes. He buried his forehead into his hand in frustration. She didn't know how to help or what to say. What can you say to someone in this situation? Without thinking about it, Blair reached to Chuck and took his hand. He peeked up from his thinking and smiled slightly in her direction. He squeezed her hand at let his head return to face his lap.

"And to my son Chuck—" Chuck stood up and gazed intently at the lawyer. This is what he had been waiting for.

"I leave to him the remaining three-quarters of my estate, leaving aside three hundred thousand for a college fund. He shall also acquire the entirety of Bass Industries. He will be owner of the company in full but will not run it until he graduates college. Until that day his uncle Jack will be CEO and run every major decision through Charles. Charles even though I may not have shown it, I loved you very much and I wish you a great future. I will miss you every day from where I am headed." Chuck stared at the man for a few moments before turning and walking out of the room without a word.

Blair abruptly rose from her chair and left the room after him. He was standing outside the door just pacing in the hallway. He looked up at her and she saw the tears falling down his face.

"Chuck, are you okay?" She paced closer to him, only for him to take ea few steps away.

"You know, this is just like my father. He could never show me that he loved me, never! And now he's saying how much he cared at the bottom of a letter. A stupid damned letter." Chuck wiped the tears from his face. Blair again was at a loss for what to say.

"Chuck, honey, I'm sure he loved you. He wasn't an emotional man. He showed you as much as he could. I don't know what to say." Chuck stepped closer to her. She didn't know whether to comfort him or be frightened.

"He said he'd miss me from wherever he was. Well I'm sure he went straight to hell with the way he treated me. Leaving me all this stuff was his way of making it up to me. It was his way of making sure that he didn't have to feel guilty in the grave for not wanting me. He never wanted me. No one wanted me." Chuck pounded his fist into the wall next to him and slid down to the floor. Tears spilled from his eyes like a waterfall. Blair stepped in front of him and sank down to his level. Chuck sobbed with his face in his hands.

"Chuck," He raised his head the slightest bit to look at her, revealing the rivers forming on the apples of his cheeks. If there was anyone who was going to see Chuck Bass cry, he wanted it to be Blair. She was the only one who could help him. She was the only one who could save him.

"I want you. You don't see it but I want you. I care so much, Chuck. I never want to let you go." She couldn't help it anymore. She leaned into him and kissed him. She touched her lips to his to comfort them both. She had forgiven him. Seeing his grieving heart on his sleeve had shown her why he had to leave her. Chuck turned his head though.

"Blair, I'm no good for you. I'm not right for you. I'm not a duke, I'm not a golden boy. I am Chuck Bass. I can't promise you happiness. I can't promise you the future you want. I'm just going to hurt you. We are going to fight all the time and you are going to be miserable. I can't do that to you. Maybe this is a mistake—"

"Stop it. If this is all a mistake then why did you come back? Why did you even bother? I have never thought that this was a mistake. Was sleeping with you a mistake? No. Was the waiting a mistake? No. Was falling in love with you a mistake? Absolutely not. There is no one else I'd rather share a messy, horrible, dysfunctional relationship because it could be beautiful Chuck. We could be beautiful. I never asked you for perfection. I asked you to love me Chuck."

"And I do love you." Chuck pulled her in close and held her face to his. Pressing their foreheads together, he stroked the side of her face with his thumb. "I love you Blair." Their lips met and the electricity shot through them both. The world melted away behind them with all the feelings and the needs and the hassles. It was just the two of them and that's all that mattered. They could finally be Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck. They could be what they had both fantasized about. Blair pulled away and caught her breath. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, eyes locked in an intoxicating gaze, she repeated the three little words that sealed the deal.

"And I love you Chuck Bass."