A/N: I want to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews and alerts! You are all awesome. Here is a fourth chapter  woo! Reminder: Italics means internet talking.

I don't own anything.

Chapter Four

I'm sorry, Blair

It's fine.

No it's not. You told me something that clearly still hurts you.

It does, but mostly when I'm alone. It happens a lot.

Chuck read the message and decided to set it aside for now. Even though, Blair messages where something he had never encountered before, he is Chuck Bass.

"Hello, is this the Post?" Chuck said, disguising his voice with a slight accent. He sounded very British and this would be perfect.

"It sure is, how can I help you?" The perky lady answered. Chuck smirked; this would be easier than he thought.

"I have some very… juicy if you will… information on Chuck Bass. I'm giving you the exclusive if you can do one little thing for me."

"Sir, let me transfer you to our head." Chuck waited a few moments before a larger than life female voice answered the phone.

"What's your story?" She questioned, Chuck let out a mysterious laugh. He knew how people in this industry worked.

"I have a huge inside scoop on Chuck Bass. But I need something from you first."

"Money?"

"I know the Post got the exclusive on the Bart Bass story and in exchange for the juicy story… I was hoping for that persons' name."

"I'm sorry sir; we don't give out that kind of information that is why they are sources." Chuck smirked and started plan b.

"I'm coming down to your office. I will be there in exactly twenty-five minutes." The two hung up quickly. Chuck pulled out his cell phone and gave his driver a quick dial, informing him of the location. Next, Chuck grabbed a large white bag and went outside.

When he arrived at the offices, Chuck didn't look anything like himself. During the ride, he had put on a blonde wig and used some fake tanner. He also applied some eye liner and was pretty sure that he looked like everything but himself.

Ten minutes later, he waited for the head, Haley, to be available. Chuck poked in his hand into his pocket and double checked that his wallet was still there.

"Martin. I will see you now." Her voice was filled with annoyance unlike when she had first answered the phone.

They entered her office which was filled with plants and had a beautiful outlook to mid-town. Obviously, this would be easy, Chuck thought to himself.

"I don't exactly get what you want from me." Haley raised an eye-brow.

"I have the information and photos that could possibly bring Bart Bass down- forever. I'm talking, anyone would be lucky enough." Haley began to look interested.

"My price is little and very simple, not expensive at all. I need to know who gave you the exclusive to the Bart Bass wife story." Haley shook her head.

"Like I said on the phone…" Chuck interrupted her.

"How about I make this simple for you: give me that information or you won't get your story." Haley looked and sighed.

"How good is it?"

"If you really want to get New York talking…" Haley nodded and went through some folders. She pulled out a small card, and handed it over to Chuck. In return, Chuck handed over a large envelope.

"How about your information?"

"I know how this works, it is in the envelope."

Satisfied, Chuck stuffed the information in his pocket. He decided that it would be best if he looked after he talked to Blair. He looked at his watch, it was only eleven. Blair might still be up.

You really shouldn't think about it- your better than that.

Blair read this message with a frown, how did he know? Even though, Blair told the internet buddy she had only known for days, more than she had to people she had known her entire life, Chuck didn't know what she was better than.

You know nothing.

Blair looked at the clock, it was past six and she had barely touched her food. When she was home with her father, she preferred to take it upstairs. It was easier when there was no contact.

I know what you've told me, about school and about 'being perfect.'

That's little.

Then tell me more.

How about you tell me something?

My dad kicked me out… because of gossip.

Oh... I'm sorry.

Its okay, I'm living in my own place. Everything is fine.

I want to know more…

Twenty questions?

That is when Blair was called down stairs. Blair was met by her father, who didn't seem drunk, and her mother, who had no expression.

The two didn't say anything; they jus led her to the living room where they each sat at separate couches.

"Blair… we have some news."

Blair nodded, she didn't know what to expect.

"We are separating."

Chuck- there separating.

Blair, start from the beginning.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this. Thanks for all your reviews 