Author's Note: Here's chapter four which is the second to last chapter. Sorry for the wait, I've had writer's block. Anywhosers, I hope you guys enjoy it! It takes place after their ending scene at the White Party. Read and review! Oh, and I've been meaning to say, thank you so much to all of you who have reviewed! It really means a lot! :) And special thanks to Kendra (IAmNowACheckerboardChick) and Michelle (sunday nights) for looking this over!

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"Well, Blair, I'm thrilled that you found it in yourself to accept my apology," Marcus grinned as he sat on Blair's bed with her.

"Of course, sweetie," Blair replied.

The two had just returned from the White Party and were watching the film version of The Great Gatsby as they lay sprawled across her bed.

Blair kept willing herself to forget about Chuck, to focus on Marcus and the film, but it wasn't working. All she could think about was the White Party.

She wanted to die. He didn't love her. He really didn't. Blair could feels tears welling up in her chocolate colored orbs, but blinked a few times, refocusing on the movie.

She just had to wait until Marcus left. Then she could flop down on her bed and cry all she wanted.

Marcus slid his arm around her and she moved further into his embrace, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent.

He didn't smell the same. He didn't have that faint scent of scotch and cigarettes that was always present on Chuck. Instead, Marcus smelled like a mixture of bleach and aloe.

However, she tried her best to ignore it, and planted a kiss on his chest before focusing her attention on the movie yet again. Needless to say, that didn't last long, for an idea popped into her head.

Maybe if she were to get more physical with Marcus, then she could forget about Chuck completely. For all she knew, the British were amazing in bed. There was nothing wrong with enjoying that.

Blair brought her lips up to his ear, nibbling on it slowly before tracing her lips down his jaw line. Finally, she reached his neck and began to slowly caress his skin with her lips.

"Blair, what are you doing?" Marcus inquired.

"I was just thinking we should properly make up," she smirked, continuing to caress his neck with her lips in between words.

"Darling, not right now. Let's watch the movie, shall we?" Marcus suggested, pulling away from her and placing his hand on hers, patting it slowly.

Great. Apparently Marcus didn't want her either. Just wonderful.

Blair looked up and through the open bathroom door, could see her reflection. She carefully scrutinized herself.

Her cheeks looked puffier than usual, and her stomach flabbier. With one hand, she very discreetly brought her hand over her stomach, gripping the excess fat.

She turned to look at Marcus, only to discover his attention was still on the movie. Blair then glanced back in the mirror.

No wonder Marcus didn't want her. No wonder Chuck didn't love her.

She felt the tears begin to form in her eyes yet again, and willed herself to hold on for just another hour and a half. She turned to Marcus, continuing to hold back tears as she twisted her cherry red lips into a smirk.

"I'll be right back," Blair announced, rising to her feet.

"Where are you going? Shall I pause the movie?" Marcus asked.

"Go ahead," Blair insisted, "I was just thinking I should give Serena a call and make sure she got home safely."

"Alright then, my dear," Marcus nodded, pressing the play button on the remote control.

Blair grabbed her cell phone off of the nightstand before heading out the door, shutting it carefully behind her, and carefully stepping down the stairs, and sauntering into the kitchen.

She opened up the refrigerator and allowed her eyes to skim over its contents.

Finally, her eyes fell on a large cake that sat on the middle shelf. It looked flawless. A small slice had been taken out of the side, but it was barely noticeable. The white, creamy frosting was perfectly piled onto the cake, intricate patterns etched into the sides. There were four strawberries clumped in the center with chocolate drizzled over them in a neat pattern.

It was perfect. Not one flaw. It was everything Blair wasn't. She pulled it out of the refrigerator, shutting it, and placed the cake on the shelf. She slid open the drawer to the left of the refrigerator, snatching a fork out of it.

She examined the fork as well. It was sterling silver, not a scratch on it. The very end of the fork was neatly rounded, tiny dots etched along the sides of it.

Like the cake, it was flawless. Blair lifted it and dug it deep into the cake getting a large bite onto her fork before placing it in her mouth.

She savored the creamy consistency before swallowing her first bite of the spongy cake. At this point, she could feel moist tears trickle down her rose-colored cheeks as her vision began to fog.

As she removed the fork from her mouth, and went to take her second bite, her phone rang.

Blair placed her fork down on the shelf before answering it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" Blair answered, hoping to God her voice wouldn't crack.

"Blair," she heard Chuck's voice mumble on the other end of the receiver.

"What do you want, Bass?" she shot back.

"Just to talk to you," he drawled.

Oh, God. She recognized that tone. He was drunk. Oh joys.

"Chuck, how much have you had to drink?" she interrogated.

"A normal amount," he insisted.

"How much is a normal amount?" Blair probed.

"Just two bottles of scotch," he muttered.

"Two bottles of scotch?" she screeched in her best hushed tone.

"It might've been two and a half," he mused.

"Not the point right now. What were you thinking drinking that much? You're going to become an alcoholic before you can legally vote," Blair scoffed.

"Blair," Chuck began.

"Why did you even call me anyway? After our conversation today, I think we both know we should just stay away from each other," Blair reminded.

"I just wanted to talk to you," Chuck said in a small voice.

Blair felt an aching in her chest. He sounded so lost and so weak.

"What about?" she inquired, her voice softening a bit.

"I'm sorry," Chuck continued, "I wanted to say it, I really did."

Blair closed her eyes, taking a deep breathe before answering. She would not cave to him.

"Chuck, we're done. You had your chance and you lost it," she reminded coldly.

"But I love you. I was just scared," Chuck drawled.

Blair commanded herself to ignore him. He was drunk. He didn't know what he was saying.

"You're in no condition for us to have this discussion right now, Chuck," Blair insisted, "I'll talk to you when you've come back to your senses."

And with that, Blair hung up.

When she put the phone down, she simply stared at the cake. She had lost all desire to eat it, and found herself simply standing there, staring. She couldn't shake Chuck's words from her head as hard she tried. He may have been drunk, but he still said it. His tone of voice was utterly heartbreaking. His voice seemed to caress the words as he spoke them, sadness evident in his soft, broken tone.

Blair eyed the cake before opening the refrigerator. She lifted the cake and placed it in the fridge, slamming the door shut.

A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter! Review pretty please! :)