"What?" Blair asked. Now she was sure she had drank way too much. Her mind was playing tricks on her. She was so drunk she was actually hearing things. From her position on the couch she stared up at Chuck and noticed that devilish grin on his face.

"Like I said, mon cherie, we are still married," Chuck stated casually as he took a seat next to Blair. Reaching out, he attempted to grab her hand but Blair pulled away from him, retreating to the farthest corner of the couch opposite of him.

"Are you kidding? You've got to be kidding. And can I say, that it's truly not funny," Blair hurriedly spoke and shook her head in disbelief.

Married? How could that be? She'd signed the papers years ago. She was very sure of the fact because that had been one of the worse days of her life.

"Did you not find it a little odd when you didn't receive a divorce decree from the court?"

"A what? What the hell are you talking about?" Blair couldn't believe what she was hearing. This must be one of Chuck's sick jokes.

"How the hell is this possible?" Blair could barely control her voice.

"Well, I didn't know you were in such a rush to get divorced. Already have the next guy in line to take the position, Bass?" Chuck asked as he stared at Blair saw the mix of emotions displaying on her face.

"I said stop calling me that! I am not a Bass anymore. I can't believe I ever was," Blair was shaking now.

"Well, like it or not, you're still legally my wife, and as such you're still legally Blair Cornelia Bass. Not Waldorf. Bass," Chuck said again. He liked the way her name sounded. Blair Bass.

"Well fix it! Dammit, why the hell wouldn't you sign the papers? Here I was, for two years, completely oblivious to the fact that I was married! I thought we were already divorced. I can't believe this, Chuck. After all this time you come and say this to me? What the hell possessed you to do such a thing?" Blair was angry now. The emotions running through her seeming to sober her up rather quickly.

"Well, when I got the paperwork from you, and when I saw that you'd actually signed them, I just...well I just...God I don't know Blair, it just all felt so final. So real. You know?" Chuck said. He himself had never really understood why he hadn't gone through with the divorce. He enjoyed the separation and the liberty it allowed, but it was hard for him to take that final step in letting go.

"You are a royal prick, Bass!"

"Stop talking to your husband that way," Chuck interrupted, working hard to suppress the grin that threatened to form on his face.

"Will you stop saying that! How long did you think this little charade would last? Hmm? Did you think that you would just come back here, say 'surprise we're still married!' and that I'd jump back into your arms and all would be forgiven?" Blair was indignant. She couldn't believe Chuck would do something like this. Then again he was Chuck Bass, and he had done far worse.

"Well, actually yes," Chuck said, as cocky as ever. "Well maybe not all would be forgiven, but I thought you might be willing to talk things out with me."

"Talk? You want to talk?" The guy must have lost his mind. Blair looked at him and noticed how serious he seemed to be.

"Fine. Ok Chuck lets talk. Lets talk about how miserable you made me those final months that we were together. How horrible you made me feel for the better part of the following year playing with my emotions and going back and forth with me. Picking me up and then putting me back down when you tired of playing with me. Lets discuss how depressed I became when I knew I had lost you, when I knew you were out with other women, dating other women, talking to other women, fucking other women!" Blair shouted.

"Blair...I never..."

"What fucked anyone else? Save it, Bass. I know how you are. Me of all people should know how you are. You can't keep it in your pants for more than a day or two. You've been running around these past two years living the bachelor life, and now for some ungodly reason you want to reappear and try to talk things out. You must be crazy to think-"

"Blair! Would you shut up for one minute," Chuck said harshly.

"Don't tell me to shut up you asshole!"

"Fine. Will you just let me talk. God, I don't know what I'm doing ok? All I know is that I've missed you. Not a day has gone by in these past two years that I haven't thought about you. I've regretted my decision to let you go for so long. I guess that's why I never went through with the divorce. Somehow I still felt a connection to you, since I kept our marriage alive even though you didn't know. I didn't want to let you go. But I knew you wouldn't want to hear from me after everything we went through, so I thought I'd give you some time to...I don't know, relax, calm down, be cool. Apparently I should've waited a little longer," Chuck smiled at Blair and moved closer to her on the couch.

Blair stood up quickly and began pacing the living room on the other side of the couch. She couldn't think straight. Chuck was sitting there, as cocky and confident as ever, looking rather handsome if she cared to admit it.

"This isn't funny, Chuck. How could you do this to me?" Blair said in a hushed tone. Having Chuck sitting in front of her, and hearing the news that they were still married was taking a toll on her.

Chuck stood up and tried to close the distance between them. Blair took steps back with every step he advanced. Before she had a chance to realize it, she had walked herself into a corner with Chuck advancing on her. He stood a few inches away from her, not touching her but invading her space just the same.

"Blair, I truly am sorry."

"This isn't something you can just correct with a simply sorry, Chuck," Blair said. She already felt the tears in her eyes. Her guard was down thanks to the alcohol and her emotions were in a tailspin.

"Blair, if I could do everything over I would. You know I loved you. I still do."

"Don't. Don't say that. It's too late," Blair said as the first wave of tears splashed across her cheeks.

"No. not its never too late. It's never too late when we love each other," Chuck said as he finally reached out and rubbed his hands up and down Blair's arms. The contact was electric. He felt her warmth course through his body.

"What makes you think I still love you?" Blair asked, looking Chuck in the eyes. It was so painful to have him this close after all this time.

"Do you?"

"I...I...-"

"Don't. Don't say anything. Let's try to work things out. Blair, I came back for you. I couldn't stay away anymore. I knew that it was now or never. I'm ready to be the man that you need me to be. I'm ready to be the husband you always wanted and deserved." Chuck took Blair's face in his hands and closed the distance between them. He kissed her lightly, not daring to push too much. He wanted to win her back. And he knew the only way to do that was to take things slow.

Blair stiffened beneath Chuck's lips. He felt so warm and so soft against her mouth. The moment that his lips touched hers she felt the fire that always burned when they're bodies met. He was dangerous to her. He was her favorite poison. She couldn't allow herself to fall for this again.

Conjuring up all her strength, Blair pushed against Chuck's chest and surprisingly he gave her her space. "You can't. Chuck you just can't. I want you to go."

Chuck stared at her. He was surprised, but he had prepared himself for a reaction like this. Blair was a fighter. And he was sure she would put up a fight. After all, he had broken her heart far worse than Nate ever did. But Chuck was a fighter as well. And he would fight to the death for what he wanted. And what he wanted more than anything in the world, more than anything he'd ever wanted before, was Blair.

"Ok. I'll go, Blair. For now. But I'll be back. This isn't over between us. It never was, and it never will be." Chuck quickly lowered his lips to Blair again and took her mouth in a quick and hungry kiss. He retreated quickly, not giving her the opportunity to react and walked towards the elevator.

"Have a goodnight, baby."