A/N: Sorry for not updating yesterday! I had gotten another piercing yesterday and my ears hurt so much that I couldn't concentrate, but hopefully you'll like this chapter. Enjoy!

Blair looked over at the clock on the side table. It was eleven twenty-four in the morning. She looked around her environment. She was definitely in her room. She felt someone laying beside her. No! Please tell me that he isn't there. It must have been a dream. I never slept with Nate. Now just turn over and you'll see no one there. Just turn over, she reassured herself. She took a deep breath and turned around. Her jaw dropped. Beside her was Nate, fast asleep. He looked like a Greek god. Just about any other girl would have been in heaven, but Blair couldn't help feel guilty. She should be getting over Chuck, but this felt wrong. She sighed. Why can't I get him out of my head? I just need to move on. If I move on, I can be happy, she thought. She smiled and looked at Nate's sleeping body. She moved in closer and brought the bed sheet to cover her nude body a little bit more. She gently kissed Nate's nose. His eyes started to open. He beamed when he saw Blair.

"Good morning."

She smiled.

"Good morning."

Nate looked around the room and then back at Blair. He smiled.

"I guess we had sex."

Blair couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Nate to state the obvious, drunk or sober. She nodded.

"Yes we did."

Nate rested his head on his right hand and leaned on his right arm. He was still smiling.

"Want to go get some breakfast?"

Blair bit her lip. She hoped Nate didn't think they were dating. She sighed. I want to move on, right? she thought. She smiled.

"Maybe not today."

She saw his face drop. She quickly spoke again.

"But, maybe we could have some dinner tonight?"

He smiled again.

"That would be great."

She smiled back.

"Yes it would."

He smiled once more before getting up from the bed. He grabbed his clothing from the floor and walked into the bathroom. Once he shut the door, Blair's smile disappeared. How could I have let this happen? Why does it feel so wrong? Chuck. Chuck Bass. Fuck you Chuck, let me move on! she thought. The bathroom door opened and Nate stood in front of her, fully clothed. He smiled at her.

"I better get going, but I'll see you tonight?"

Blair flashed him a fake smile.

"Sure."

He smiled once again before walking out of her bedroom. When she was a hundred percent sure that she had heard the elevator doors close, she let out a huge sigh. What am I doing? This isn't right. I can't be right. Crap, what the hell have you done to me Chuck! I can't even do anything without feeling guilty. Oh well, if I can move on I'll be fine. That's right, I'll be fine. Chuck can be depressed and I can go out and live, she thought. She got up from the bed and draped the bed sheet over her body. She walked over to her floor length mirror. Her hair was messy and she wasn't wearing any makeup. There was only one person in the world who was allowed to see her in that state and he was being a bastard. She looked at her appearance.

"I will move on. I will forget about him."

Even though she had said it out loud, it didn't seem convincing. Her phone alerted her that she had a message. She walked over to her side table and picked up her phone.

Hello Upper EastSiders,

Seems King N and Queen B had some fun last night. Are we seeing the original UES couple returning? We sure needed some drama on the East Side and I'm sure we found some.

XOXO Gossip Girl

Blair stared at the message. It was strange after how many years, Gossip Girl was still in business. Blair looked at the picture attached with the message. There was Nate leaving her building just a few minutes ago. She closed her phone and put it back on her side table. Gossip Girl is a bitch! she thought. She sighed and sat down on her bed. Most people would have thought she would have been thinking about what people would be thinking of her, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. The only person she could think of was Chuck.

Chuck looked at his phone's screen. Was it true? Was Blair over him? He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket. He walked over to his bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. He hadn't gotten any sleep that night. He had for some bizarre reason thought that Blair would come walking through his room and wrap her arms around him. He smirked at the idea. That was just strange and it would never happen. He took another sip of his scotch. The taste didn't seem as strong. He pushed the drink aside and grabbed his coat. Maybe he just needed some faith.

Chuck got out of his limo. He looked at the church in front of him. The last time he had been there was eight years ago, the day after she had lost her virginity to him. He took a deep breath before entering. It was nice and quiet. No one seemed to be inside. He sat down and rested his head in his hands.

"Why is all of this happening? Why can't she just be with me? Doesn't she know how much I love her? Please God, let me have my Princess back."

He sighed and closed his eyes. Sometimes things weren't meant to be. But sometimes they were.

Eric lay awake in his bedroom. He had butterflies flying like crazy inside his stomach. Ever since he and Sharon had kissed, the butterflies wouldn't go away. But Eric didn't mind. He was still smiling, all because of Sharon. She's married! But, I like her a lot and she seems to like me also. Ugh, curse you Chris Parker. Curse you, he thought. He got up from his bed and walked to his bathroom. He was still smiling. He took a shower and changed his clothes. He walked out and into the living room. No one was home. He went to the kitchen and poured himself some cereal but couldn't bring himself to eat. Stupid butterflies! he thought. He pushed his cereal away and went to get his coat. He needed to go somewhere where no one would judge him and he could just confess.

Eric walked into the vast church. No body else was inside. He walked in and sat down on one of the pews. He heard someone. He looked and saw a Chuck-like figure sitting a few feet in front of him. No way! he thought. He got up and went to sit beside him. Chuck looked up.

"Van der Woodsen?"

"The one and only."

Chuck smirked.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Trying to ask for forgiveness."

"What do you need to be forgiven for?"

Eric sighed.

"Last night, me and Sharon kissed."

Chuck's eyes grew wide.

"Seriously?"

Eric nodded his head. He turned to Chuck.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Trying to ask for forgiveness also. Seems that Blair has moved on."

"Yeah, I heard. It's probably nothing."

"Come on, Nate and Blair. They were born perfect for each other. I just want Blair to be back with me. Not because she'll be my girlfriend, but she's my soul mate too."

Eric nodded his head. Chuck had never spoken about a girl like that before. Blair must have been really special. Chuck smirked.

"Want to get out of here?"

"Um, sure."

The step-brothers walked out of the church and onto the street. They piled into Chuck's limo and drove off. Once they stopped, they got out. Eric looked in front of him. They were at Victrola. He looked down at his watch. It was only twelve twenty. He looked at Chuck.

"Don't you think it's a little early to be seeing a burlesque show?"

"There are no burlesque dancers at this hour. We are getting some drinks."

"Alright."

Chuck led the way inside. They walked over to the bar. Chuck ordered a whisky and Eric ordered a margarita. They drank in silence, until Eric spoke.

"Chuck?"

Chuck looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"I love Sharon."

Chuck rolled his eyes.

"That's nice."

Eric nodded his head.

"Seriously man, I think I actually love her. What if it's fait? I mean we met on a cruise. How Titanic is that? And then after eight, seven years we see each her again. Me and Evan get along great and me and Sharon seem to talk a whole lot more than we ever did. We have so much in common. I think it's fait."

"Fine, whatever. It's fait."

"Like you and Blair."

Chuck looked up.

"What?"

"You and Blair are meant to be. You both have so much in common and you two are madly in love with each other."

"Eric, if me and Blair were meant to be then she wouldn't be sleeping with my "best friend", now would she?"

Eric sighed.

"Look, I'm telling you the truth. You and Blair are meant to be."

Chuck rolled his eyes once more and ordered another whisky. Was Eric right?

Meanwhile, Vanessa and Kyle were sitting at a table in a small café in Brooklyn. She jabbed her fork into her cinnamon bun. Kyle looked at her.

"Something wrong?"

She stuffed a piece of the cinnamon bun in her mouth before replying.

"No!"

Kyle sighed and put down his coffee.

"Vanessa, what is it today?"

Vanessa took a sip of her black coffee and spoke.

"My smush."

Kyle sighed.

"What did Nate do this time?"

"He slept with Blair and I don't even know why it's bothering me. I told him that I wasn't interested and now I'm actually jealous of Blair Waldorf. What is wrong with the world?"

"He was probably drunk."

"Yeah right. I knew he "loved" her but I thought that maybe he would forget about her."

"It's probably just a little fling."

Vanessa sighed and ate another piece of her cinnamon bun.

"I hope your right."

"I should be."

They both laughed, but Vanessa couldn't stop forgetting what she had read on Gossip Girl. Blair Waldorf can't have everything. she thought.

In the meantime, Jenny was walking on the streets of the Upper East Side. She had just had an art class in the morning and it had finished early so she decided to go for a little walk around the Upper East Side. She had read the latest message from Gossip Girl. I hope you and Blair are happy together, Nate. But seriously Nate, what about us? I thought we had something but to him it was nothing, she thought. She walked towards the Mets steps. She sat down and looked at her art book.

"Jenny."

She looked behind her and saw Hazel. She sent her a small smile.

"Hey Hazel."

Hazel gave her a small smile back. She sat down beside her. Jenny put her art book down. Hazel sighed.

"Look, I don't know what happened that night and I don't want to know, just promise you won't tell a soul."

Jenny nodded her head.

"I won't tell anyone."

Well no one after Vanessa, she thought. Hazel smiled.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Hazel got up and started to walk away. She stopped and turned around to face Jenny.

"Want to grab something to eat?"

"Sure."

Jenny gathered up her stuff. Would two wannabes finally get into the few selected few of the Upper East Side royalty?

Meanwhile, Dan and Serena were at Catimini, a popular baby store in Manhattan. Serena picked up a yellow baby dress. She showed it to Dan.

"Isn't it adorable?"

Dan smiled.

"Yeah. Our kid will look amazing."

"Well of course they will."

They looked around some more but didn't buy clothes. It was still to early to find the sex of the baby. They walked over to the furniture section instead. Serena's eyes immediately fell on a white rocking chair. Dan came up behind her. Serena couldn't stop smiling at the chair.

"If we bought that, then we could rock the baby to sleep every night in it. My grandmother used to do that when I was a baby and also when Eric was born."

Dan smiled.

"Why don't we get it then?"

Serena gasped.

"Really?"

"Serena it's just a chair not the Mona Lisa."

Serena giggled and then gave him a kiss. They paid for the chair and got it put in a box so Dan could assemble it at home. They walked outside and hailed a cab. They climbed in. Serena suggested they go to the Palace so she could pick some stuff up from the penthouse. Dan brought the box holding the chair with him. There was no way he was leaving it in a cab. Serena quickly got her stuff from the penthouse and came back down to the courtyard, where Dan had waited. She gave him a quick kiss, but it was interrupted by an all to familiar voice. They looked at Chuck and Eric. They were staggering towards them. Chuck was laughing.

"Humphrey, is that a gift for me?"

He took the box, but Dan's grip on it was too strong and Chuck let go. Eric stood beside his sister.

"I love Sharon!"

Chuck smirked.

"I love Blair!"

They started cheering. Serena looked at Dan. He looked scared out of his mind. Serena walked over to him.

"Why don't we bring them to the loft? They can sober up there. My mother would kill Eric if she saw him drunk and Bart hasn't been nice to Chuck lately."

Dan sighed.

"Fine."

Serena turned to Chuck.

"Where's your limo?"

Chuck pointed to a long jet black limo. Dan and Serena started walking toward it, Chuck and Eric in tow. They climbed in. Serena instructed the chauffer to go to the loft. Eric had fallen asleep on Dan's shoulder and Chuck was looking at his hands. Serena sighed. Hopefully they'll sober up, she thought.