Finally I am continuing this story!!! I am so sorry to any followers of this story. You may be small in numbers but you're still super important. I'm not sure if this is going to have another chapter but we'll find out! But here we go! On with Chapter 2; "In the Dark"

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"Can you come over?" Chuck asked quietly.

"….."

Chuck sensed her hesitation and quickly backtracked, he could not believe how pathetic he was. He was practically begging Blair to come over, he was beginning to think that something must be wrong with him.

"Never mind Waldorf, forget I asked." he replied coldly.

"No, no I'll be there in ten Bass. Just… leave the door unlocked okay?" Blair knew she needed to get there fast, especially when the response to her request was just a quiet "Okay.." from Chuck. Something was wrong.

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(Suite 1812)

Blair knocked softly on the door before entering, upon entering she noticed that the lights were off and there was some soft music playing in the background. This is definitely not Chuck-like. She looked around, but she really couldn't see much in the dark. So she did the only thing she could, she called out for him.

"Chuck" she said quietly, " where are you?"

Chuck answered her with only a sigh, which Blair heard coming from the bed. As she got closer to the bed she was finally able to see him. He was laying flat on his back with his arm draped across his eyes, his usually perfect hair was mussed in all different directions, he still wore his clothes from the day, with shoes on, and scarf loose.

Blair was suddenly very nervous. She knew how to deal with every version of Chuck; Angry, smarmy, cocky, and sometimes even sweet. But never vulnerable. Blair had a lot of natural instincts when it came to Chuck, but she wasn't sure taking care of him in his current state would be one of them. Though all she could do was try, after all he had called her, he was counting on her for once in his life.

Blair approached the bed, and reached down slowly, not wanting to startle him, and began unlace his shoes. She placed them on the floor and then removed her own, and climbed up in bed with him. He made no move to acknowledge her presence next to him, which frustrated Blair to no end. He called her, he asked her to come over.

Blair reached up and pulled his hand away from his face, he continued to look and the ceiling and wouldn't look at her but she could see the wetness seeping from the corners of his eyes. Blair was so confused. What the hell is going on!? None of his actions were making sense. This was not the Chuck that she had spoken with this morning at school, or even the one later in the day, he had been perfectly fine. Something had to have happened between now and then. She knew she shouldn't push, but she needed to know.

"Chuck." she said softly

"….." still no words from him.

She needed to do something drastic to get his attention, to make him talk to her. She used her best tool, her body. Blair moved her body over his in a completely non-sexual way, but enough to share her warmth with him. She supported herself on one arm and brought the other hand up to run through his hair. His eyes closed at the contact, it felt like it had been so long since the last time they had touched. .

"Chuck, what's wrong?" she asked "You can tell me."

Chuck took a minute to contemplate what she was saying, could he really trust her? This was not about Dan Humphrey, or him threatening to expose the information about his father. It was about his Father. Period. He never intended for his father to find out that he felt like he blamed him for his mother's death. That was something that he had accepted that he was going to feel forever, and it was something that Bart would never know. But one night out with Humphrey changed all of that.

He had let his guard down, and that was how he ended up in this mess in the first place. So how could telling Blair be the right thing to do? He had told Dan about his mother, and it had ended up in a story. The story of Charlie Trout. He had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He had known about the story, but was fine with dealing with the embarrassment in private. But now his father knew, and it felt like the end of the world.

Chuck suddenly came to the conclusion that he couldn't deal with this on his own. He had nothing left to do but tell Blair what had happened, after all she is the only one who made him feel like he could breathe. He was worried that once she knew what he had done to his mother that she would never want him again. But he felt as if they loved each other enough that he was allowed to bare himself to her. They may not have said those words but they both knew how they felt, and that entitled them to some trust. So deep breath here we go.

He opened his eyes and reached for the bedside table and the room was suddenly immersed in soft light from the small lamp sitting there. Blair was confused for a moment until a file was suddenly placed in her hands. Blair looked to Chuck in question, he still had yet to speak so he just nodded.

Blair extracted herself from Chuck to sit on the edge of the bed with her back facing him. She felt upset at the loss of warmth and also because she knew anything that was held within this file could not be anything close to positive. With a deep breath Blair opened the file, and was greeted with the title "Charlie Trout". Instantly she knew that this was what brought Chuck into this vulnerable state and she wasn't sure she wanted to read the rest, but she knew she had to.

Chuck was a bundle of nerves as he watched Blair read. This was either going to break them, or make them stronger. And through past experience it was easier to expect the "breaking" part to set in. Blair had seemed completely stoic at first, but Chuck watched her body language change with each sentence that she read. Soon she was breathing strangely fast and her face was turning a lovely red color. This was it, she was going to leave and never speak to him again, he just knew it.

Blair turned around to face him abruptly, grabbing his face, her eyes looking at him searchingly. "How could you have not told me about this?" she asked.

For the first time since she arrived in his room, Chuck spoke dejectedly "I didn't tell you because of the way that you're looking at me right now. I knew this was how it would be. I tell you about what I did to my mother and it's over. How could someone want to lo--, care about someone who killed their own mother. It's okay Blair, you don't have to explain. I suggest you leave now, while you still can..."

For the first time, possibly ever, Blair was stunned into silence. He thought she would leave him because of what he "did" to his mother, this is what he had been made to believe was his fault his whole life? In that moment she knew she had never hated two people more in her life than she did Dan Humphrey and Bart Bass. Dan for having the nerve to put something this personal about Chuck down on paper, and Bart for allowing Chuck to go 17 years of life believing his mother's death was his fault. It was no mystery why Chuck was so guarded, he really had no one to trust. And she herself had been another person to break that trust. She needed to make amends and that was apparent now.

"Chuck" Blair began, choosing her words carefully "what I meant was, how could you not have told me about Humphrey!? We would have taken him down together! I mean obviously you haven't done anything about this. That's so not like you."

It was Chuck's turn to be confused, she wasn't mad? She didn't hate him for what he'd done? He had to be dreaming, there was no way she could possibly want to be around him now. She must be doing this out of pity, and pity is one thing Chuck Bass could not handle.

"Chuck, Chuck!" Blair yelled. He must have zoned out for a minute there.

This was not going at all like he had planned. He was going to have Blair come over, he was going to let her in on what happened because she deserved to know, and then she was going to leave. She was going to see what a monster he is and be done with him forever. He was going to set her free, he had never understood why she was interested in him anyway. Prim and proper Blair Waldorf falling for the alcoholic, teenage playboy Chuck Bass had never made sense.

Finally gathering his wits, he asked "You're not mad?"

"Mad? How could I be mad Chuck? What happened to your mom was not your fault. You could not have controlled her dying while she was giving birth to you, even if you wanted to. This is not your fault." Blair explained with fervor "What is your fault is letting Humphrey get away with something like this! Come on!"

"Blair, my own father blames me for her death, how could you not see that it's my fault? If I wouldn't have come into this world she never would have died and my father would still have his beloved wife… Sometimes I think everyone would have just been better off… you know better than anyone the damage that I cause to those around me."

Blair had had enough of Chuck's self-doubt. No matter what had come to pass between them, it did not matter in this moment. Chuck felt as if he didn't deserve love. "Chuck, I am positive that your dad does not blame you for her death."

Chuck sighed "Well he may claim that he doesn't, but his actions prove otherwise. This week I bought hockey tickets as a gift for his company's anniversary because I overheard him telling a colleague that he had been wanting to see a game. But he turned me down. He turned me down, then the very same day asks Humphrey to accompany him to the very same game… Yeah Blair, he was just doing that out of love for me…"

Blair didn't know what to say to that but Chuck continued anyway. " It took Humphrey a only hours to achieve the approval from my father that I have been trying to achieve my self all the years of my life. How is that supposed to make me feel Blair? Please tell me?" Chuck ended his voice breaking on the word "Please".

End Chapter 2

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Okay ya'll I'm so sorry again for the delay, school is kickin' my rear and I have had a really hard time getting this chapter right. I ended it here mostly because it is getting way too long and also because I'm not exactly sure where I'm going. What else is new right? But if you have time please Read and Review!!! And by the way it looks like there will be another chapter, so keep me motivated with reviews. Thanks again--UnnecessaryKash