A/N- Here we are guys! The last chapter! I am so incredibly grateful to all of you who have stuck with this from the beginning or found it along the way! Your reviews keep me writing and your support has been great! I will definitely do an epilogue if ya'll want one- since it looks like we're not getting a happy ending for B/C on the show for awhile, at least we have fanfiction, right? Oh, and thanks to the reviewer who told me about Chuck's mom being Misty Bass- I actually have read some of the books, but BookChuck and ShowChuck have so many differences that I thought it would be okay to take some artistic license.

Thanks for everything, and I hope you enjoy!

The Lost Weekend

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Chapter Twelve

Blair woke up the next morning to find Chuck redoing his tie while looking in her bedroom mirror, his clothes slightly wrinkled from sleeping next to her fully clothed. She smiled drowsily- there was just something really attractive about Chuck looking slightly messy.

"You running out on me?" She said, nearly making Chuck jump out of his skin.

"Hey. I didn't want to wake you up." Chuck recovered, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Blair put her legs across his lap.

"How are you feeling?" She asked softly, scooting down closer to him.

"I'm fine." He said flippantly. She could tell he was embarrassed about crying in front of her last night.

"Chuck…"

"Look, I'm sorry."

She sighed. "Why are you apologizing?"

He stared at the ground. "I don't know."

"You can talk to me."

"I know. I just…"

She nodded, understanding. "Later?"

He looked up at her gratefully. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Of course," She leaned back against the pillows, grinning, "Hey. You know what today is?"

Chuck finally cracked a smile. "Paris."

"Paris, baby!"

His face fell slightly. "I haven't even packed. Or showered."

"Why don't you go get ready and I'll tell Nate to get your assignments at school. We're leaving at noon anyway- it won't kill you to miss a morning."

"Good point. Do you want to just meet at the helipad at noon?"

Blair balked slightly. She didn't have such good memories of waiting there for Chuck alone.

"I'd rather go together."

Chuck's eyes narrowed slightly. "What, you still think I won't show up?"

"No! No, I don't think that."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I just…this is stupid. Please don't make this into an argument."

"If you don't want to go--"

"Chuck, don't do that! Of course I want to go!" Blair said, annoyed with how much she sounded like a whiny little girl.

He rubbed his forehead, looking tired. Blair took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. You apologized for last summer. I forgave you. I believe that you'll be there if you say you will."

"I'll be there." He said without hesitation.

"Okay."

"I will." He sounded a little desperate, one hand stroking her slightly messy hair.

She kissed him, a chaste, brief kiss. "Then I'll see you later."

He nodded, getting up and leaving before he said anything else to mess up things.

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"Bonjour, mon frere!" Serena practically bounded into Chuck's room, flopping down in his desk chair and watching him pack.

"You're in a good mood." Chuck couldn't help but smile, rolling up his dress socks.

"I am, Chuck, I really am. And I'm not even the one jetting to Paris in a couple hours! You want to go to school with me and Eric? We were just about to leave."

"I don't think I'm going to go- I still have a lot to do here."

"Okay, just offering. Hey- where were you last night?" Serena asked.

"Blair's."

"Ooh-la-oui!" Serena giggled suggestively.

"No, nothing like that." Chuck shook his head.

"Oh. Well, you two are about to go to the most romantic city in the world…" Serena raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's true." Chuck smiled.

"Much to Georgina's chagrin, I'm sure. Let me guess- she's tried everything to get you not to go, right?"

"You could say that." Chuck said, his back to her as he zipped up his suit bags.

"What did she do?" Serena said, her voice losing some of its perk.

"It doesn't matter now. It didn't work. I'm going. So I guess she lost."

"I just hope she doesn't some pull some crazy stunt today."

"She's running out of time- we're leaving in like three hours." Chuck shrugged.

"I know. Just be careful—it is Georgina Sparks, after all. Google "ruthless" and you get her picture."

"Nothing could stop me from getting on that plane, Serena. Not this time."

Serena smiled. "I'm really proud of you, Chuck."

Chuck gave her an awkward little laugh, looking uncomfortable like he always did when people talked about emotions. "Thanks, Serena." He mumbled, going back to packing with his bag turned.

Serena didn't say anything for a moment. When Chuck turned back around, she jumped guiltily, examining her nails in a transparent attempt to look innocent.

"What were you just doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nothing! I better go—don't want to be late for school!" She was grinning mischievously as she got up and hugged him in her frenetic puppy way, a distinctively Serena mass of hair and boobs and glittery fabric pressed against him, "Have a fabulous time! I'll see you Sunday night?"

"I'll be here." Chuck said, feeling like he'd missed something.

Serena flounced out of the room looking inordinately proud of herself. Chuck looked around. Nothing seemed to be amiss.

Strange.

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Georgina sat in her still mostly-empty apartment. She had never really bothered to fully unpack, and it always depressed her to be here. Bart had said she didn't have to bother coming into work today since Chuck was going to be gone all weekend, and so now she had absolutely nothing to do.

She flipped open her phone. 11:21. Chuck wasn't leaving until noon. She sighed heavily, lying on the cold floor in her bra and jeans, her hair still wet from a too-cold shower. Chuck Bass was leaving in forty minutes to go away with his girlfriend. What had the world come to? Some part of her felt like if he went on this trip, she lost.

If he went on this trip, the old Chuck Bass, the one that she had been with first, the one that had been her best and most constant partner in crime all those years ago, the one she had so shamefully and secretly loved with a bleeding heart no one even credited her with having, was gone forever. If he chose this trip with Blair, Georgina knew she didn't have a chance of ever getting back in.

But there had been that one moment last night, when he had looked up from his mother's letter, when he had almost turned to her. She had seen it in his eyes. Before he had said all those mean, hurtful things he couldn't have meant, there had been a moment. Maybe Blair hadn't completely won yet.

Ugh. Blair Waldorf. Georgina had never hated someone so much in her life. She had already taken Serena away. And now she got Chuck too? It just wasn't fair.

What could Chuck see in her? She was a neurotic, boring Upper East Side Stepford princess who thought she was better than everyone, and always had.

Chuck couldn't actually want to be with someone like Blair. Maybe he wanted out, but didn't know what to do. Maybe Georgina could help him.

She sat up, typing a text message.

I'm sorry about last night. Can we talk?

She selected Chuck's name, and pressed send. It was now 11:30.

Decision time, Bass.

A minute passed, and Georgina's phone buzzed with a new message with Chuck. Feeling a nervous little thrill, she opened it.

I would love that. Where?

Georgina nearly dropped the phone, her hands shaking slightly as she texted back.

Café Fresco on 1st?

He replied just as quickly.

I'll be there in ten.

Georgina snapped her phone shut, getting up and pulling a shirt out of her closet. Oh, she would love to see Blair Waldorf's face, waiting there for Chuck to come and take her away, and then him not showing…it was just too brilliant.

So Chuck had come to his senses, finally, and remembered who he really was.

It was about time.

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Blair stood there on the helipad, pulling her heavy black and white printed coat tighter around her. It was freezing, and starting to rain. She didn't have an umbrella. And it was noon. And Chuck wasn't here.

She absolutely refused to freak out. Maybe he was just running late. Maybe he was stuck in traffic. She wasn't going to call or text him. Not yet, anyway.

He said he was going to be here. And he would be.

This time was going to be different.

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"If we are not there in two minutes, you will not have a job tomorrow or work in this town again!" Chuck practically growled at his driver trying to maneuver his way through traffic exacerbated by bad weather.

It was right at noon, and of course, traffic was a nightmare. He dug into his coat pocket to call Blair, but just as he did, he received an incoming call.

The name Dan Humphrey flashed onto the screen. What the hell? Did Dan even have his number?

Too intrigued to ignore it, Chuck accepted the call.

"What is it, Humphrey?"

"C-Chuck?" Dan sounded bewildered.

"Were you expecting someone else?" Chuck asked impatiently.

"Well, yeah. I just called Serena's phone."

"What?"

"I just dialed Serena's number. You must have her phone by mistake."

"That's imposs--" Chuck shook his head, holding the phone away from his ear and inspecting it.

He, Serena, and Eric had all gotten the same phones from Bart and Lily ("It's called a family plan!" Lily had exclaimed, thrilled with this novel concept), and Eric and Serena had even made jokes about how easy they would be to mix up. But this was definitely Serena's phone- she had dropped hers once on the tile floor of the kitchen and cracked the edge. There it was. The telltale crack that showed Serena had either unwittingly or brilliantly switched their phones.

"Chuck? Are you there?" Dan's tiny voice came out of the phone's speakers.

"Yes. Serena and I must have switched phones by mistake. Guess your confession of love to my sister will just have to wait until I get back on Sunday."

Chuck was surprised to hear Dan laugh on the other end. "Guess so. Have a good trip, man."

Before Chuck could ask how Dan even knew he was going anywhere, Dan had hung up the phone. He stared at the phone, still a little confused. Is this why Serena had been acting so sneaky this morning? This didn't make any sense.

"Mr. Bass, we've arrived." His limo driver said over his shoulder, snapping Chuck away from trying to unravel Serena's weirdly complex machinations.

Chuck looked through the tinted window to see Blair standing there alone, freezing cold in the rain. She turned around when his car approached, and her mouth curved into a tearful smile when Chuck stepped out of the car, perfect and resplendent in a suit, holding a bouquet of red roses for her, looking just like the old movie star she'd always wanted to sweep her off her feet.

But this wasn't a fantasy. Not this time. This was Chuck and Blair, finally getting it right, finally both ending up in the same place at the same time, finally on the same page.

They walked towards each other, Chuck opening an umbrella and holding it over her as they met in the middle.

"You're here." She said, somewhere between laughing and crying.

"I said I would be." He handed her the flowers.

"We're really doing this?" She asked, looking up at him.

She wasn't just talking about the trip, and they both knew it.

"I'm all in." He said.

"Me too. I love you, Chuck." She breathed, like it needed saying.

"I love you too, Blair." He said, kissing her, and she kissed him back, knocking the umbrella in his hand askew as she threw her arms around his neck.

They were completely soaked when they broke apart, smiling at each other, completely love drunk.

Blair kept her arms around him. "Hey, Chuck- can you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Take me to Paris." She laughed, shivering.

He offered her his arm, holding the umbrella back over them as they walked towards the plane together.

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Georgina finally arrived at Café Fresco, soaked to the skin from the sudden storm that had descended onto the city. She checked her phone. 12:02- if Chuck was here, he'd missed the trip with Blair. She couldn't get through the door fast enough, the warm air from the café flooding around her as she scanned the room for his face.

He wasn't here, at least not at first glance. She hit his name on her contacts list, waiting as it rang a few times. Suddenly, Georgina realized she heard his ring coming from behind her. She spun around to see Serena sitting at the corner table, answering Chuck's phone.

"Hello?" Serena said innocently, when she answered.

Georgina looked at her in shock. "You…you did this? You stole his phone and pretended to be Chuck?"

Serena crossed her arms, smiling widely. "Yup."

"Why?"

Serena pushed out the other chair at the table with her foot, and Georgina numbly sat down.

"Because I know you, Georgie. I knew you'd do something today to try and mess things up with Chuck and Blair. But get it through your head already. You're not going to destroy them like you did to me and Dan. They're leaving for Paris as we speak. You lost. I won."

"You won?" Georgina still couldn't quite process this new side of Serena, so cold, so calculating, so…Blair in Blair's absence.

"That's right," Serena slid a folder across the table, "Made friends with the security guy at Bass Industries, too. He found me some nice pictures of you going through Bart's office. And you doing lines in the bathroom. I was so sorry to see you'd fallen off the wagon."

"What are you going to do with these?" Georgina said, looking at them just long enough to know that she was busted.

"I don't know…" Serena put a finger to her chin, considering, "Give them to Bart? The police? Your rehab sponsor who thinks you've come so far and let you out of the program early? The possibilities are endless."

"What do you want?" Georgina said through gritted teeth as Serena merely observed the busy coffee shop with a small smile.

"What I've wanted since you showed up. For you to go away. For good. I'll make your apologies to Bart and Chuck when you don't show up to work on Monday, don't worry."

"I go away and you destroy the pictures?"

"Oh, I think I'll hold onto them just in case you ever get the urge to come back." Serena said, stirring her coffee with a little spoon.

"Serena…please don't do this."

"I'm not going to do anything as long as you leave and never come back. I'm not you, Georgina. I don't just destroy people's lives for fun. But when someone messes with my friends…" She shrugged, as if she just couldn't help herself.

Georgina looked up at her, shaking her head, halfway between impressed and scared. "Fine. You win, Serena. I'll go."

"Great. Have a nice life." Serena gave her a little wave and smile.

Georgina watched her for a moment, an odd expression on her face. "People think you're so different. The nice one. If they only knew…" Georgina said, putting her purse back over her shoulder.

"I am nice. I'm also not kidding about these pictures. But go ahead- see if I am." Serena raised an eyebrow.

Georgina nodded, picking up her purse. "Good-bye, Serena."

"Bye, G."

Serena watched Georgina walk away, taking out Chuck's phone and sending a text message to her own phone.

Hey Chuck- I think I got our phones mixed up. Whoops! Have a great weekend- tell B I say hi. I'll just call forward to your phone, and you can do the same to me.

Chuck responded after a moment.

Thanks- Blair says hi back. We'll see you Monday. Oh, and Humphrey called you.

Serena sighed. Oh, Dan. Here we go again.

Spotted: G and S having an old-fashioned stand off at Café Fresco. All we needed was a tumbleweed blowing across the road to make the scene complete. But I think we all know Serena's holding a gun fully cocked and loaded, and G lost hers somewhere along the way. Sorry G. But when Serena speaks, the UES listens. And her current decree is for you to get the eff out.

A far more heart-warming sighting- C and B actually making the plane bound for Paris after locking lips in the rain. Well, well. Dare I call this a happy ending? Who knows what's to come for these two, but for the time being- le sigh! You're a lucky girl, B.

I'm off to find my own billionaire…you know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.

A/N- Thanks for reading guys! Let me know if you'd rather have an epilogue with C and B in Paris or one where they go to Victrola party when they get back. I'll write whichever one you want! Reviews are wonderful!