Title: Hearts Break, Tables Turn and lives are emptied…

Chapter 11

Author: Ellibells

Summary: When Blair and Dan overhear the conversation between Chuck and Raina in 4x15, alternative ending. Blair flees from the room. Nothing has ever hurt more than her heart breaking. This is not a Dair fic. I have nothing against their friendship because it is simple but… a relationship…no thank you!

A/N: What happened to the reviews this week guys? Was chapter 10 really that bab? I spent ages getting that perfect :'( Please make sure you review every chapter…go back and review chapter 10! …..So we all knew there had to be more angst right? There are a lot of unresolved issues between them so here is the first chapter leading up to rebuilding their relationship. Glitter In The Air by Pink & Who You Are by Jessie J...here we go...

She felt the warmth, smelt the scent and relished in the feeling of security and familiarly as he lay next to her, his arms wrapped tightly around her form, where they should be and will always be?

He didn't move, he knew she was awake too but he wanted to savour every moment like this he could. Before things got to deep or he hurt her again, he wanted to allow them time just be with each other, as simple as their relationship could possibly get.

"Chuck?..." Blair murmured calmly as she turned around in his arms, just wanting to see his face, to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

He was there, smiling contently as he yawned. It could possibly have been one of the cutest moments she had ever shared with her Chuck Bass.

"Hey…" he responded as he came back down from his yawn, wrinkling his nose a little.

"Did something tire you out?" she asked seductively, stroking his bare chest with her perfectly manicured finger.

She couldn't resist teasing him. It had been so long and his pleasantly welcome yawn was the perfect invitation.

"Someone to be specific…" he said huskily as he moved closer so their lips were almost touching, his nose brushing hers delicately.

"Oh…someone I know?..." she asked innocently, resisting his lips as she kept his gaze.

"The woman I am madly in love with… is responsible for tiring me out…" he complied, waiting for her response.

"Damn, she must be good…tiring Chuck Bass out…now that's an achievement", she replied playfully, surprised.

"The one and only who ever managed to achieve such a task…and did I forget to mention how much of a minx she is…"

She felt her cheeks starting the blush a beautiful pink. She had no idea how just one person could cause such an effect...love was too complicated for even Blair Waldorf to understand.

The way her cheeks dimpled and went rosy red made him tingle. Butterflies were the only possible answer. There were no other words than the ones on his lips at that very moment.

"You take my breath away…"

Fireworks. fear. love.

His words made her want to cry. She felt the strange welling in her throat, the welling in her chest, the love in their eyes.

Before he could continue, he was stopped by Blair's lips finally connecting with his own.

She needed to feel his touch, his security. She found it in his soft lips as they fit so perfectly next to hers, just as they always had, totally in sync. Always will…

That. Scared the shit out of her...it always had and always would as long as she lived. Apart or together, she would always be scared of the risk, the danger...the acceptance.

As he was about to deepen the kiss further and tighten his grasp on her waist, she pulled away and before he could protest, she had disappeared into the bathroom.

Left alone in bed, Chuck Bass was confused and unpleasantly surprised by Blair's sudden departure.

xoxo

When she didn't return after about five minutes, he became curious and proceeded out of bed, pulling his silk boxers over his hips and then towards the bathroom.

The first thing he noticed as he approached the door was that the shower was running, but as he went closer, he could hear the distinctive sound of her sniffles, the sound he knew all too well, the sound he had caused so many times.

He exhaled deeply, letting guilt sweep through his body once again, wracking his brain for the answer to what he had done this time.

What did I say? What did I do?...what should I do..?

He turned on his heels and let his head drop against the hard wood door.

He waited, but her sniffles and faint cries didn't subside so instead he knocked softly on the door, hoping for a response.

When nothing came, he spoke quietly.

"Blair…can I come in?" he asked calmly with a hint of pleading in his voice.

He heard some shuffling behind the door. When she didn't answer, he tried again.

"Please let me in…?" he begged. Huh! Chuck Bass begging: only for Blair Waldorf, always.

"Go away Chuck, I'm perfectly fine." She finally responded bluntly, trying to hide her sniffles.

"Sounds like it…"

"I asked you to leave me alone; please I just need a minute." She insisted, but he made no effort to retract his concern.

The only amount of time he allowed was a mere two minutes or so before he could no longer contain the silence. The separation.

He pushed the handle of the door slowly and to his surprise it was unlocked. He didn't make any quick movements and slowly opened it, before passing through the small opening, inside.

xoxo

The way he had said those words to her so easily. The sincerity in his eyes made her want to scream. She had no idea why she felt like this, she loved him with all she had, one look into his eye and she wanted to trust him, every word that he uttered, every breath he breathed against her lips…he was there, with her, wasn't he?

Before she knew what she was doing, her feet had carried her out of her bed and into her bathroom. Sitting on the floor of her shower, letting the cold water cut like daggers into her skin, she cried into her chest as she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face.

She thought he had left her alone, until she noticed the figure standing in front of her with a bewildered look of worry plastered across his face. She pulled her eyes up to meet his, and without warning, her tears had come hard and fast.

He stepped quickly in her direction and into the shower, with the immediate feel of the ice cold water stinging his skin.

Before he did anything, he altered the heat to warm, knowing not to put it hot too fast.

He quickly turned his attention to Blair; she was sitting just as she was when he found her. She looked freezing, numb. She looked lost…

He bent down in front of her until he reached the floor and sat directly in front of her.

She wouldn't look at him; instead she looked blankly at his chest, as hers heaved up and down with every breath; tears and water streaking her body.

She was soaked from head to toe, with just his white shirt covering her and protecting her from the sprays of the shower.

Placing his hands on both sides of her face, Chuck encouraged her to face him…to let him in.

The moment she met his eyes, she closed hers and let the continuous tears free from her eyes.

"Please look at me…" he begged desperately, searching for some reassurance.

She didn't give him any and continued to let her chest heave with every pant and tear.

He moved close, letting his legs trail down both sides of her body until she was directly in his embrace. He pulled her straight into a hug, his sanctuary. She didn't fight, or struggle and the only true reason for that was because she needed to know he was there, needed him to know that she wanted him there, for her to need him.

Chuck could feel the goose bumps on her bare arm and the cast on her other against his bare chest. It sent shivers down his spine; the evidence of the pain he had caused all those weeks ago. How could two people be so complicated, so twisted yet so perfectly beautiful together?

Blair no longer felt the water splashing against her skin. She was too numb to realise Chuck had even turned up the heat, but still conscious enough to know, his body was the only thing keeping her body warm…her heart and soul warm.

Two strangers aligning, yet so finely tuned that they know each other better than they know themselves. Sometimes tables have to turn and sometimes the players don't want to lose, but the game always wins no matter who plays and the tricks that are pulled…

Neither of them spoke, neither of them dared. That would mean the truth and at the present moment, both of them wanted nothing more than to be living a dream where nothing mattered, just them.

A/N: I know this was short but I wanted to create build up. Although you may be confused as to why Blair fought so hard just to get Chuck to fight for her, but now she's in denial about if fate really is the one fighting to keep them apart or together if that makes sense…and she need Chuck's to reassure her and help her trust them and their strength. Writing this chapter makes me feel as if they should go their separate ways? What do you think? …