A/N: Wow. That's all I have to say. I've been getting "Early update please!" all night since I posted this, so I am inspired to continue for the night, considering I have time. Keep reviewing. It inspires me lol. Thanks!

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"Blair?" he yelled from the front door. He slowly made his way into the penthouse, watching for any objects that could suddenly fly at his head at any moment. In his left hand he carried a bouquet of red roses and in the other a Tiffany bag. He knew he had hurt her and that it would take more than some flowers and a necklace, but damn it, it was a start.

He hadn't actually slept with this woman. He had been at Victrola, auditioning women for a new dance spot with a few of the board members, when an overzealous woman came in to try out. She dipped and shook and squatted like a bad date in bed. She quite obviously didn't realize this wasn't a strip club and began to pull away all of her clothes. Chuck shuddered and left the room to go smoke a cigarette while the chairmen continued to watch, their eyes popping out of their heads.

It wasn't until he got home that he realized that her underwear had landed in his open briefcase at the club. He knew it would be a bad idea to try to dispose of them, so he left them in his briefcase to dispose of them later. Then later that day, Blair had needed a pen and went to his briefcase where she discovered the wannabe stripper's undergarments.

"Blair?" he yelled one more time. Maybe she wasn't home. He inched his way inside and shut the door loudly behind him as a warning he was home. No Blair. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. He would just sit and wait for Blair's inevitable return. She had to come back; They had always gotten past stuff like this. They, in fact, had gotten past worse. Then he noticed it. There was a letter on the back of the bar, where she knew he'd find it. He walked over and nervously opened it.

Charles:

Ugh. He already knew this was bad. She had a way of calling him Charles when something was really bad. She had only called him Charles twice. Once when she had thought he had been sneaking around, but was really with the realtor, and again when her mother had died. It was her way of immediately making sure he was listening.

Charles:

For these past five years I have done nothing but love you. And in return you give me this heart ache that can't seem to go away. This is my breaking point Bass. I'm done. I am leaving tonight for I'm not sure where yet. My stuff will be collected in the morning. I love you Chuck and I always will. I just can't be hurt anymore.

Regards,

Blair

Chuck sat in a leather lounge chair, staring out the window of his penthouse apartment. Their penthouse apartment. He held a glass of scotch in one hand and the letter in the other. This was a daily ritual. Every day for the past five years, no matter where he was, he sat down and read that letter, trying to figure out where he went wrong. He knew where he went wrong he just couldn't accept it. He didn't want to accept that she was gone forever.

He had hired private investigators and searched near and far but had found nothing. Over the past five years, he had not been with another woman. He had taken them out to keep up appearances, sure, but had never once touched or kissed or made love to a woman. It wasn't the same after Blair. It was like something he could only share with her.

He was rereading the simple letter on the monogrammed stationary when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reluctantly whipped it out and opened it, stunned at what he saw on the screen. His Blair was back, and she was back with a little something extra.

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"AUNTIE S!!!" The little girl screamed and jumped into her aunt's arms.

"Well hello there," Serena giggled spinning the girl around. Blair moved from the doorway of the Humphrey family loft and into the actual living room, watching her daughter be passed from Serena's long, lanky arms to Dan's manly, thick ones. Serena turned at smiled at Blair, who within seconds, were screaming and hugging each other as Dan and Macy watched.

"Wow, like oh my god, I've missed you, like so much," Dan mocked the bouncing twenty eight year olds as Macy giggled. The girls turned and glared at him and he took a step back like he was going to be attacked.

"Nice to see you too Cabbage Patch." Blair smirked. Macy whispered something into Dan's ear and he smiled.

"Ladies, if you will excuse us, I will be showing our guest to the ladies' room." Dan put Macy on the floor, took her hand, and led her down the hallway as Blair nodded in approval. Both of the girls watched Dan disappear with the little girl in awe. He was going to make a good dad someday.

"She looks just like her father," Serena whispered. Blair turned to her in utter horror that she had brought him up so early in her arrival. They both knew they were going to have to talk about it, but Blair didn't think that it was going to be so soon. "I'm sorry B. I can't help it though; They are like twins. They have the same eyes, the same nose ,the same smirk—"

"I know Serena," Blair snapped. Serena's eyebrows raised at her tone. "I'm sorry S, I just—I'm nervous."

"Why Blair?" Serena inquired. Blair sat down on the rundown leather sofa that was in the middle of the living room. Something about the entire loft just screamed "BROOKLYN" and it was not that fact that it was in Brooklyn.

"Because Serena, I came back knowing he was going to find out. I want him to find out about her." She replied. Serena's jaw dropped. For the past five years it had been "Don't tell Chuck" and "He can never know" now she was okay with it?

"What does that mean Blair?" Blair looked her friend right in the eye before she spoke, so she would know how serious she was.

"It means it's time for Chuck to find out about his daughter."