As soon as Serena and Nate exited the kitchen, Blair made an attempt to rush out of the kitchen behind them. Before she was able to make a clean getaway, Chuck rounded the counter and grabbed her arm. Whipping her around in one fluid motion, Chuck drew her into his embrace and looked down at Blair with a cheeky expression.

"Get off!" Blair whispered menacingly as she attempted to push Chuck away.

"I intend to," Chuck answered back, smiling as Blair flushed at the implication of his words.

"You're heinous," Blair hissed. "I don't want you touching me. Let go."

"And you're as enticing as ever. Why don't you just enjoy your husband's company for a while. You can be rough if you'd like, just to take the edge off, you seem to be pretty feisty today."

"Ugh, you're a pervert and a degenerate. Just leave me alone," Blair begged. Having Chuck so close was making her feel a way she really didn't want to feel.

"I know that's not what you want. Your mouth might be saying it, but your body is asking for the opposite. Come now," Chuck reasoned, "I'll let you go if you sit and talk with me. Just talk."

Blair eyed him suspiciously but found she was in no condition to haggle with him. Either she agreed to talk and put some distance between them, or she'd have to continue to put up with Chuck's warmth surrounding her every sense.

When she nodded cautiously, Chuck released his hold on Blair unwillingly. She sauntered off into the study that was located down the hall and took a seat on the couch located near the window. Chuck followed Blair in and closed the door to the study.

"Blair..." Chuck began before he was interrupted by Blair.

"Let's get one thing straight, Chuck. No matter what games you play, I am not forgiving you for what you did."

"I don't intend to play games anymore, Blair. What I told you last night is true. I want you. I want to win you back. I know that it'll be hard, but I love you and I can't give you up again. I tried that once, and even then something kept me from finalizing the divorce. Deep down I knew that it was a mistake, I knew that you and me were meant to be together." Chuck walked over to the couch and knelt before Blair. "Blair you don't know how much I've missed you. I've regret everything I did, all the pain I caused you, the fucked up way I treated you. I know I don't deserve you, but I'm too selfish to let you go."

Chuck grabbed Blair's hand in his and was surprised when she didn't pull away. "Do I have a chance?" Chuck asked, fearing the response that was to come.

"Chuck I... it's not that easy. I don't trust you, and I don't think I could ever trust you again. I gave you everything, every part of me was yours, and you turned around and pissed it all away. I had never known pain the way I knew pain when you left me. You're too self-absorbed, you're a womanizer, you drink and smoke entirely too much for my taste, and worst of all you're unstable. You don't know what you want from one day to the next. Today you might want me, but tomorrow you might decide it's no longer to your liking. I can't put myself through that again."

"Blair, baby, you've gotta know how much I love you. There's never been anyone in my life that I've cared for more than I've cared for you. You're not the only one whose suffered. My indecisiveness and my stupidity have caused me a lot of self loathing. I hate the person that I was. That's not who I am anymore. The best thing in my life was you, and I don't want to go on without you."

"But how can I trust you? And how can I forget everything that you've done?" Blair asked as the tears started to blind her vision. She knew she still loved him, but she couldn't put herself through this again.

"Blair, if you really want to be with me, you'll make the effort to let me in again. And I will win you over. I know I will. You can't resist such a handsome catch like me," Chuck joked, trying to lighten up the situation.

"Chuck this isn't something to joke about."

"I know it isn't. And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy, but now that I'm near you you're driving me crazy. Just like old times," Chuck whispered as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Blair's.

"Chuck..." Blair said instantly responding to his touch as much as she hated to admit it.

"Mmmm." Chuck started nipping at her neck, right on the pulse spot that would drive her crazy with need.

"Chuck, no. you've gotta stop," Blair pleaded as she pushed away from him and stood from the couch. "I'm not going to fall into bed with you after one little talk."

"Well it wouldn't be a bed so much as a couch," Chuck said.

"Cute. But it's not going to happen. You want to work on it, fine. I'm going to let you work for it. But you're going to have to work for it. Understand? I'm not one of your easy women that jumps right into bed with you with just one look-"

"Hmph." Chuck made the sound, remember the many times that Blair had in fact done just that.

"Well not anymore. And you know be quiet!" Blair turned around dramatically and started walking to the door.

"So does this mean I have a shot?" Chuck asked as he chuckled at Blair's response.

"I guess that's something we'll just have to wait and see about."

Blair turned and walked out the room.