A few minutes later, Chuck woke up to a serious pounding in his chest when he realized he was still with Blair. When he realized that the last hour, much like the last couple of days with her, wasn't a dream. He had her. Finally. She was his. Blair Waldorf was his.

Chuck didn't think he'd ever be this guy or ever want to be. In truth, his feelings for Blair went far beyond lust and started much earlier than the night at Victrola. He had liked her since the day he met her, although he never actually understood what he felt until the day Nate asked her to be his girlfriend when they were eleven. Chuck distinctly remembered how he had wrapped his arms around his stomach—convinced that all the air had been removed from his body and he was dying. It was one of those unexplainable, horrific feelings he never wanted to feel again.

So he suppressed it. Every time Nate and Blair would hold hands or kiss or share a smile just for each other, Chuck suppressed the ache in his gut. But things were different now. Nate—as far as he was concerned—was out of the way and no longer a factor. When Blair had said those words "I think we just broke up," Chuck knew he was being rewarded for all those years of Blair ignoring him and his father not believing in him. That night he had it all, he had Victrola up and running, and he had Blair at his side.

He couldn't believe that Blair was actually going to have sex with him until, well, she slid down on top of him for the first time. Everything was happening so fast, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it all meant. The one thing he did know was that a change was occurring. He knew that the two of them would never be the same after that night.

Afterwards, as they got dressed in relative silence, Chuck felt honest-to-god nervous for the first time in his life. He never got nervous or self-conscious about women—not ever. Sex was what he did and never before did he ever regret a performance or second guess himself. When they arrived to Blair's place, she had turned to him. "Thanks for tonight" she said quietly before exiting the limo without as much as a look-back.

As Chuck watched her retreating form, well, that's when the fluttering started.

But now, presently, it would seem that those butterflies from his stomach had decided to burrow themselves in his pounding heart. The heart that told him for the first time in his life what it felt like to feel love for someone. And he knew it too. He knew it was love because it was completely foreign from anything else he'd ever experienced.

It was scary and it was fucked up, but it was also too late. Chuck Bass was in love with Blair Waldorf. Now that he knew this, he'd never be able to stop. She would be it for him, he knew it like he knew his name, Blair was now and would always be his one and only.

He just wished she'd feel the same way too.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

TBC…