The chandlers glistened through the corner of her eyes as Chuck guided her across the ballroom. Ahead of her, she could see Blair and Nate dancing and laughing. Even though she hasn't known Blair that long, Brooke always envied her. Blair always seems to have everything under control. She was beautiful, brilliant and talented. Blair was a famous magazine editor as well. But most of all, Blair had something that Brooke never accomplished. To have a man who loves her unconditionally under any circumstances.

"Brooke…Brooke! Are you okay?" –Chuck

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little tired, that's all." –Brooke

"Oh, do you want to go home then?" –Chuck

"No, no. I'm fine. I don't want you to miss this party because I know how much you've been looking forward to this." -Brooke

"Tell me if you don't feel good, okay? -Chuck

"Okay." -Brooke

Brooke smiled and laid her head on Chuck's chest. A warm tingly sensation crept up her back. Being held by Chuck made her feel comfortable, calm and safe. It made her feel at home. But what do you do when your home is incredibly close to your heart, yet it seems to be somewhere miles apart.

"And thanks. You know, I love you B." -Chuck

Snapping back to reality, Brooke tilted her head to look at Chuck. She gazed into his eyes searching for an answer. Apparently, it wasn't the one she wanted because she slightly rested her head back on his chest and quietly whispered, "I love you too…" A tear flowed down her cheeks as the kept dancing to the beat of the ballad. Brooke use to love hearing these words, but now they just seem so unfamiliar to her. It was like some foreign language. What was seriously going on? Was she over-reacting again? Or was she just too blind not notice this earlier? Because while telling her he loved her, Chuck's eyes were once more glued on a different girl.

It has been 4 months since these thoughts and questions kept popping in her head. It all started the night where she first met Blair. Brooke kept telling herself that she was imagining things due to all of the stress. But then, all of that went away whenever she remembered the way Chuck always looked at Blair. As she interacted with Nate and Blair more often, these ideas and questions kept haunting her every night. Why did Chuck always call her HoneyB? In fact, she couldn't even remember when he did call her Brooke. Has he ever been in love with Blair? What happened between them? Was she just a…replacement? Did Chuck ever really love her? Does he still want to be with Blair? If he had to choose between Brooke and Blair, who would he pick? Every time she wanted to ask him these endless questions, she was always afraid of the respond.

But tonight was going to be different. Tonight, she would find the courage to finally ask him. She didn't care anymore. Brooke realized that it was better for her to be brave and risk their relationship, then to live through a relationship of misery and lies. It was now or never. Brooke stopped in the middle of the song.

"Chuck, I think we need to talk."

She quickly lifted her silver Chanel dress as she slid through the arch doorway with Chuck following close behind her.