Author's Note: Wellll, here's another installment from yours truly. This was originally a oneshot, but I decided to make it multi-chaptered. Basically, every once and a while, I'll post a C/B-centric ficlet that will most likely be Chuck's thoughts during a Gossip Girl eppi and will include flashbacks. This one's Chuck's thoughts at the end of "Hi Society", so yeah. I enjoy writing stuff where Chuck is lamenting about his undying love and all that jazz. Anyway, favorites are luverly, but reviews are better! Please review! -gets down on hands and knees- I'm begging you!

Disclaimer: I own Gossip Girl…well at least I wish I did.

Chuck scanned the ballroom to see Blair entering through the double doors in her grey cotillion dress. He immediately stopped the conversation he was having and signaled the band to begin playing music. He smirked to himself as he allowed his eyes to scan over her. God, she looked so beautiful as she strutted up to him.

"Have you seen Nate?" she inquired once she had reached him.

"No, Nate was asked to leave", he shot back, "But here I am".

He began letting his eyes scan her as the two began to dance. She was wearing the necklace he gave her. He glanced up into her eyes and held her gaze. God, he loved her eyes. He could look into them forever. He realized how idiotic and uncharacteristic his thoughts sounded, but oh well. He was in love.

"I know that look" Blair began as Chuck continued smirking while not losing eye contact with her, "It's the look when your plan falls into place. You're enjoying this".

Chuck's face fell as he listened to her monologue.

"You knew Carter was going to my house", she lamented, "You tipped off Gossip Girl. You ruined my Cotillion on purpose".

She pulled away and sighed, throwing him an icy glare. Chuck felt his heart sink and he felt nauseous.

"You did all of this for your own enjoyment and didn't care what it did to me", Blair accused.

He did care though, he did. He did this so her reputation and relationship wouldn't get ruined. He cared. He really did. More than she could ever know.

"Which is exactly why you and I could never work", Blair finished.

"Hey, slow down there, Waldorf", Chuck started, clutching her, attempting to explain himself.

"You make me sick", she spat at him, "This thing between us – it's over. For good".

"Blair, no, wait. I didn't mean t-", he began to explain, clinging onto her arm.

"Don't talk to me", she bitterly replied, pulling away from him and leaving him there, defeated and dejected.

No. Just no. She had to give him another chance. As much as he regretted it, he decided he would do it. He would tell her he loved her. Then maybe she would understand that this wasn't just a game to him. That she wasn't like all the other girls. She was the only girl he had ever loved and the only girl he ever would love.

"Blair!" he called after her in pure desperation, but she had already left.

That was it. He had to find her. She had to know how he felt about her. Chuck rapidly sauntered out of the ballroom, but she was nowhere to be seen.

After searching for a good amount of time, he reached a brunette at the bottom of the staircase, who sadly, was not Blair.

"Have you seen Blair Waldorf?" he asked.

"Right there", she responded, pointing to the top of the staircase.

Finally. He would explain to her that Nate was getting suspicious and how he had to something. How he did it to salvage her relationship with Nate. He would finally tell her he loved her. He had tried once before, but lost the courage.

"Mmmm, that was amazing", Blair sighed laying her head against Chuck's bare chest and looking up to plant kisses along his neck.

"Well, what can I say?" he replied with a cocky grin.

"Conceited much?" she whispered as she planted a kiss on his lips.

"I don't deny it", Chuck responded, smirking against her lips, and slowly beginning to plant kisses along her jaw line, as Blair rolled her eyes.

"So," Chuck began, pulling away from her and looking down at the petite brunette.

"So?" she replied.

"I've been meaning to tell you something", Chuck muttered.

"What?" Blair interrogated, "Is something wrong?"

"No. Not at all", Chuck stated.

"Good," Blair sighed, leaning in to kiss him yet again; however, Chuck stopped her.

"Chuck? Are you feeling alright?" Blair teased.

"Very funny", Chuck retorted, "As I was saying before you interrupted, although nothing is wrong, I need to tell you something".

"Okay", Blair probed, looking at him expectantly.

"Blair, I lo-" he began, but was interrupted by the buzz of her orange enV.

"Hold on", she groaned, rolling over and snatching her phone up off the floor. She flipped it open to reveal a text from Nate.

"Ugh, it's Nate. He wants to know where I am", Blair informed him.

"Oh", Chuck replied.

"What were you saying?" Blair inquired, tossing her phone down and rolling over so that her head was on Chuck's chest once again.

"Nothing", Chuck coolly informed her.

"Come on, it was something", she glared, "Tell me".

"Uh, are you sure you're over Nate?" Chuck muttered, deciding not to tell her what he intended on saying.

"Positive. I am completely and totally over Nate Archibald., But speaking of him, I really I have to go now", she proclaimed, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek and rising to her feet.

It seemed as if he were ascending that staircase forever. How would she take it? Would she accept his apology? Would she say she loved him too? His heartbeat quickened as he reached the top of the staircase, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

Chuck's heart sank along with his jaw at that moment.

In front of one of the hotel rooms stood Nate and Blair in a heavy lip lock. In that moment, Chuck Bass felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. They broke apart for a moment as Blair whispered something in his ear, and then returned to their passionate make out session.

As her lips traveled down Nate's neck, Nate looked up and caught Chuck's eye, throwing him a wink. Chuck felt himself holding back tears. Chuck Bass did not cry.

Chuck hobbled toward the elevator feeling completely and utterly nauseous. God, the way he had looked at her made him sick. Like she was just there to amuse him. Not at all like he really and truly loved her. She was just his entertainment for one night and in Nate's eyes would never compare to Serena Van der Woodsen. He didn't appreciate how amazing and beautiful she really was and it sickened Chuck.

Chuck swung open the door to his suite and immediately snatched his two brown suitcases sitting by the door that he had still neglected to unpack from the post-Ivy Week. Chuck opened his drawer and through the first things he saw into the suitcases. God, the thought of Nate within five feet of her made his blood boil. But the thought of him kissing her and touching her and especially having sex with her. He couldn't stand it. He threw on a long, black coat and his signature scarf before exiting the room.

When he walked outside, he stepped on something and looked down to see the latest issue of "The New York Times". "A Night Out With Blair Waldorf". Figures. He leaned over and picked it up, running toward the elevator.

As he exited the elevator and trudged down the stairs and out the door, he walked past several happy looking couples that made him feel sick. He ran past them and outside where he had called his limo to wait for him.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Chuck Bass was completely and hopelessly in love with Blair Waldorf. She meant everything to him even if he apparently meant nothing to her.

"Where to Mr. Bass?" the driver asked as Chuck handed him the two honey colored suitcases.

Chuck looked down at the issue of "The New York Times". He felt an ache in his stomach as he looked at the photograph of Blair and Nate, the perfect couple. Once again, he found himself fighting back tears. He was experiencing something he had never felt before. He was heartbroken. And he was positive he never wanted to feel this way again.

"The airport", Chuck replied, handing the driver the newspaper and sliding into the car.

A/N: Review please!