Thank you to everybody who reviewed!!!! Because I love Chuck and Blair so much, and because you guys are SO AWESOME, (and because I am procrastinating and not studying for my exams), I have written a filler chappie just for fluffiness' sake. Also, I'm sorry about the sudden POV change in the last story, I thought I'd put in a label indicating the change...

Disclaimer: Chuck and Blair, unfortunately, are owned by someone else. (So is, to my great despair, Edward and Jasper and Carlisle Cullen. *wails*)

Oh, question:

Do we want Chuck & Blair to stay together from here(then this story will become the fluffy fluff that is the stuff of my dreams)...OR:

Do we want Chuck and Blair to go through some angsty Blair-dates-someone-else (I will have SO MUCH FUN creating THAT character) drama? I'm thinking that'll make Chuck sorry for not telling her he loved her more than anything the SECOND she said "I love you"...

REVIEW!!! Answer the question!!(although I am very inclined to the angsty one, I like Chuck and Blair angst..)

"Chuck!" her voice was growing more strained by the second, and he couldn't find the right answer in his head. He turned his head to look at her, to drink in the exquisite grace she held, the way that she could make anybody do anything. The way that she could make him do things that no one else would ever even dream of.

Right now, it was really, really hard for him to say no, like he was supposed to. "Chuck, come back," she said, and he couldn't take the way she was on the verge of tears.

"Blair," he murmured her name softly. She stopped pleading for a moment, and she clasped his hand. "Blair, I can't go. Not now."

"Why, Chuck? Why? Nobody has to know. You could just stay at my place, there's nobody there…"

"Blair." He couldn't listen to all of her rationalizations, couldn't bear to let himself hope that he could go with her and not hurt her. Because, despite all his problems with saying it, he loved Blair more than he loved anything. He hadn't been sure at the beginning because he hadn't really loved anyone or anything the way he loved Blair before…it had frightened him at first, the depth of feeling he had for her. He hadn't even known he was capable of that emotional depth. "I can't."

She seemed to see that this was not going anywhere. She looked at him with such heartbroken eyes, big and brimming with tears…he could see the love for him glimmering in their chocolate-brown depth. For one moment, he thought that they could be; they could have that fairytale that none of their family or friends had ever had, they could love each other enough to pull through this mess.

But the moment collapsed in on itself when her eyes frosted over, and he saw the walls that he'd spent forever breaking down close him out again. Something in him begged him to pull her close, kiss her until she was willing to stay here, and keep her by his side forever, but she dropped his hand.

"You haven't changed, have you?" she asked him softly, and he was in agony, knowing he'd put her in pain. "You're still the same emotionless, selfish, narcissistic Chuck…" She stood up, and she slipped on her coat.

He watched her, and every nerve in his body screamed at him to stand up, grab her, never let her go…finally, she said, "I'm sorry, Chuck. I think I must have been drunk or high—or both, really—when I said those words. We both know that I can't love you and you can't love anybody." She gathered up that dignified aura of hers and started to turn around, but Chuck had finally processed her last words.

He could take anything if he was certain that she loved him. He could take being away from her, he could take not sleeping endlessly, and he could handle this mess. But if she was going to tell him that she hated him, he was going to lose it.

So just as she was about to turn around and leave, he stood up, grabbed her shoulder hard enough to twist her around, and did what he'd wanted to do since his father had died.