Author's Note: Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed, alerted, and favorited this! One thing though, people who review/favorite, please review! I've gotten like, tons of alerts and favorites and only five reviews. I know I sound whiny, but come on people. It takes like a minute of your time. Anyway, here's chapter two. It takes place right after the brunch in episode two of season one. And special thanks to Michelle (sunday nights) for her beta!

Disclaimer: If I owned Gossip Girl that would be awesome. But I don't.

"Charles Bartholomew Bass, if you don't open your door this second-" Blair hollered, but was cut off when the door swung open to reveal Chuck dressed in a black silk robe, scotch in hand, his signature smirk in place.

"Waldorf," he drawled, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Blair hissed, "You know fully well what you did, you bastard."

"I believe you meant who I did. Even so, I don't understand how that concerns you. Unless you're admitting you're jealous," Chuck accused, raising an eyebrow.

Blair's response was to glare at him accusingly before crushing his bare feet with her black stiletto pumps, but he simply smirked in response.

"I love you too, Waldorf," he sarcastically declared.

"Back on topic, here," Blair commanded with a withering glare, "How could you?"

"I'm afraid I'm not following," Chuck replied.

"You idiot!" she hollered, kneeing him.

"Ow," Chuck wailed, "Just tell me what's wrong, before I suffer any more injuries."

"You knew, you asshole!" Blair yelled, letting herself into his suite as Chuck followed her in, slamming the door behind them.

"Let's face it, I know everything. You're going to have to be a bit more specific," Chuck insisted.

"You knew Nate slept with Serena and you didn't even have the decency to tell me!" Blair accused.

"Since when did you assume I had decency?" Chuck smirked in response as Blair grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, practically snapping it off.

"Alright, alright," Chuck surrendered, breaking away from her death grip and flopping on his couch.

Blair followed his lead and sat down beside him, staring hardly in front of her, her pale arms crossed stubbornly. She refused to look at him for what seemed like hours as his eyes bore into the side of her face.

God, she hated Serena. Some best friend she was. What was so great about her anyway? Why did everyone think she was so wonderful? Just because she was everything Blair wasn't? Talk about a cruel twist of fate. Everyone always picked Serena over her and she was sick of it. Her mother. Nate. The girls at school come Monday most likely. Just once, Blair wanted to be someone's first choice. Anyone.

Slowly, she began to feel a burning sensation build up in her eyes and blinked a few times. Blair could feel her eyes fill with water kept her eyes focused on the bar, willing herself not to cry. She would not cry in front of Chuck Bass. Finally, she grew uncomfortable increasingly quickly as a result of both the feeling of his intense gaze and her determination not to cry.

Blair was a skilled actress, although not many knew it. She was an expert at masking her emotions. At pretending that everything was alright when she felt like she wanted to die. And she would not break that mask in front of Chuck Bass.

"Where are you going?" Chuck asked, looking up at her.

"Home," she choked, holding back tears.

She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry. She continued to repeat the mantra in her head.

It was no use, for has hard as she willed herself to relax, it did no good as tears began to pour down her porcelain-looking features. She would not cry in front of Chuck Bass.

She wouldn't allow herself to.

God, this was humiliating.

She looked broke her eye contact with him and began to storm toward the door until he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

She whirled around, eyeing him.

"What do you want, Bass?" she inquired, attempting to sound threatening, but it came out sounding all the more broken.

His response was to simply pull her into his embrace, planting his lips on her dark locks.

Chuck's pulse quickened as he wrapped his arms around her small form, the petite brunette beneath him sobbing into his robe.

He swore Nathaniel was going to regret this. How could he do this to her? How could Nate be stupid enough to even compare Serena to Blair? And the fact that he had actually acted on his ridiculous feelings made it all the more worse.

Chuck was far from the number one advocate for monogamy, but the way Nate treated Blair made him sick. And quite frankly, he just couldn't fucking understand it. If Blair belonged to him, he wouldn't look at another woman twice. And that was saying a lot.

The two stayed that way for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.

Finally, he broke away and looked her straight in the eye.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, sincerity evident in his tone as he reached out and wiped the mess of tears off of her cheekbones.

He felt a faint giddy nausea and his stomach, but wrote it off as he continued to gaze into her dark eyes, nervously awaiting her response, although he tried his best not to let it show.

Blair stood there, stunned for a few moments. That was the first time she had ever heard Chuck say he was sorry about anything. Ever.

Blair simply nodded, smiling up at him. And, for the first time Blair saw Chuck smile down at her in reponse.

A/N: Well, that's chapter two. I know it was short, but I hope you liked it. Review please!