HEY GUYS. THANKS FOR YOU SUPPORT, KEEP IT COMING, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, CRITICISM MAKES ME GROW JUST AS MUCH AS PRAISE. SO HERES THE NEXT MEGA-CHAPTER. I WAS IN THE MOOD, THIS FIC IS COMING TO AN END, I ONLY PLANNED TWO OR THREE MORE CHAPTERS. BUT I AM COMING OUT WITH A NEW BC FIC VERY SOON, I ALREADY HAVE THE PLOTLINE, AND THE FIRST 3 CHAPS, SO TOON IN.

P.S. I can't believe he actually left. Chuck, I mean, in the tv show. I'm freaking out. I hate Nate, even though, did you see Chase's muscles. Like HELLO, will you marry me? Nate's a jackass, how did he not see the 30 000 dollar necklace she was wearing while they were doing it?


"Dan…"

Serena knocked lightly on the door of their bedroom. She slowly opened the door, to find Dan lying on their bed, staring at the

ceiling. The light of the morning was flooding into their room. She lay down next to him and laid her head on his chest, wrapping

his arm around her.

"I'm sorry…"

She whispered into his ear.

"I know."

"Are you angry at me?"

"No… Yes… A little… I don't know…"

"I was going to tell you, eventually, I… I… just didn't know how."

Dan turned on to his side to look Serena in they eyes.

"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at him."

"Ok…"

Serena took her normal place in the nook crated by Dan's chin and chest, her arms snuggled against his high stomach, and he

wrapped her arm around her.

"I love you, you know that right?"

She spoke as she lifted her head back up to look at him. He smiled down at her and pulled her lips in to a kiss.

"I know. I know you love me, and I also know that I love you. A lot. More than a lot. I'm crazy about you, and that's why it

hurts me when you keep secrets from me. I know you do it to protect me, but you have to trust that I'll be able to deal with

anything, as long as I have you."

Serena's eyes sparkled as she regained his lips, she turned him so that she was straddling his hips, when she sat up to look in his

eyes, her long blonde hair was hanging down, brushing his face. She gave him a naughty smile.

"I think we have about half an hour before we have to be back at Blair's, and we can be late, you know?"

He smiled back, and flipped Serena onto her back playfully tugging at her lips and cloths.


Nate was strayed across the couch in his living room, the TV on, a bottle of Vodka in his hands, he was laughing at some joke

Bart Simpson made when the doorbell rang. He swayed getting up, and went to answer it. Jenny appeared at the other side of the

door, she saw in what state he was and pushed through the door past him, into the living room. It took him a while to catch of

with her actions, closing the door; he strode back to the living room.

"Jenny…!"

He said smiling. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away.

"Look at you you're a mess! Look at this room!"

She spoke angrily pointing at the clutter of trash and empty alcohol bottles everywhere. She looked into Nate eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

His eyes gleamed, and the sadness and desperation showed clearly.

"I've lost everything."

This brought tears to her eyes. She started to fix Nate's tie and rambling to herself, fixing his shirt, redoing his buttons, standing in

front of him. Nate might have been drunk, but he wasn't stupid.

"Except you… I still have you, right?"

He said hesitantly. Jenny kept her head down, pretending to be straightening his crumpled shirt; her eyes were filled with tears.

The fear and slight anger was blatant in his voice.

"Jenny look at me. Jenny, now."

She slowly moved her head up to look into his eyes; the tears rolling down her cheeks by now.

"Why?"

No anger was left in his voice, it was pure desperation.

"I… I… My family. It's so important to me. Dan… Is my brother, and know… know that he knows, he'll never talk to me… I…

I'm so sorry, but you know this won't work."

She cried freely.

"I want, I want to be with you. I… I love you. But –"

He cut her off.

"So! Screw your brother! What about me? I'm not important to you?"

Nate started throwing bottles around the room.

"I love you! God damn it! I love you!"

His voice was full of rage, and Jenny was scared, the tears streaming down her cheeks. She stood their inarticulate, not knowing

how to calm him down as he continued destroying the room.

"Nate, Nate, please…"

"GET OUT!"

He screamed, and Jenny obliged, she wiped the tears from her eyes, getting as angry as him, and strode out of the room,

slamming the door behind her. Nate grabbed another bottle and started drinking; he started tearing through the drawers looking

for something.

He found the bottle of pills he had hidden from his mother, and quickly down them with the alcohol, he stumbled to the couch,

tears in his eyes.


The room was full of laughter and lavishly decorated. A Christmas tree stood tall in the corner, gleaming, and surrounded by

presents. The floor was covered in the open presents and wrapping paper. The suite smelled of cooking turkey and cranberry

sauce.

The tree was surrounded with couches, on one of them Jenny, Eric, Lily and Bart were seated all hovering over the pearl and

diamond necklace Lily had just unwrapped.

On another, Serena cuddled in to Dan, they were both drowning in presents, but they had decided to sit and watch the action, and

open them at the end.

Closest to the tree, was Mrs. Waldorf sitting next to her new husband and on the couch closest to them was Mr. Waldorf

accompanied by his man friend Ramon.

On the couch nearest Dan and Serena's, Rufus and his wife were also sitting back to watch the action, but they were really

paying more attention to their daughter, she seamed a little distraught for a Christmas day.

On another couch, Blair was sitting on Chuck's lap watching him unwrap the marvelous cashmere scarf she had bought him. He

freed it from the parcel and unraveled it to take a closer look. He smiled when he realized what it was.

"Do you actually expect me to wear this hideous thing?"

He teased. She smacked him playfully, and grabbed it so she could then wrap it around his neck.

"Yes. Your old one is getting motley and smelly."

He smiled. He wanted to kiss her so badly so he whispered into her ear.

"Don't you have to check on the turkey?"

She smiled back. She got up, and announced to the room of talking and giggling guests.

"I'll be right back, going to check on the bird."

They continued their chatters and didn't take much notice when Chuck followed her. Serena grinned, and pointed them out to

Dan, they were both aware of this couples problem with PDA.

Blair was seated on the counter top, he legs wrapped around Chucks waist, her hands on his torso, his arms pulling her closer by

the small of her back, they tugged, pulled and bit at each others lips. Chuck struggled to pull a box out of one of the drawers

while staying attached to Blair. Finally she allowed them to separate and he gave her the box, looking into her sparkling eyes.

"I wanted to give it to you when we were alone, you know, so I could ravish you right after."

"Well then, you better hope I'm impressed by what's inside."

He smirked at her witty banter, as he had always called it. He stood their looking at her, in between her legs, she was still seated

on the counter, box in her hands and her head slightly tilted to the left, her hair cascading onto her shoulders, he noticed how

shiny it was, and picked up his finger to play in her curls.

"Open it."

She looked from the box, into his eyes, and then back to the box, she hesitated, almost scared to see what was inside. It was a

simple grey box, with a white ribbon. She didn't recognize the box, meaning she had never owned anything from that particular

store. She undid the ribbon and removed the velvet necklace case from inside. She cracked it open a tiny bit, and peaked in

trough the opening. She gasped and immediately let the box shut. She fought the tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh no you didn't…"

She looked into his smiling eyes, and she couldn't fight the tears streaming down her face. Tears of joy, he knew, but he teased

anyway. Looking at his feet, pretending to actually think she didn't like it.

"If you want… I can take it back…"

He went to take the box away.

She pulled the box away, and grasped it tightly in her two hands.

"No. I want it."

She snapped.

He smiled and looked up again.

"That's what I thought… Come on, let me put it on you."

She reluctantly let him have her precious box, and he took her hand to pull her off the counter and led her to their bedroom. She

quickly removed the small diamond pendant she was wearing and dropped it on top of her jewelry box.

He stood behind her facing the full-length mirror. She smoothed out her blue dress, waiting. He slowly opened the box and

removed the necklace from within. She removed her hair as he slid it around her neck and he did the clasp. He proceeded to

straighten it out, so it stood perfectly on her neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she held his hands in hers, pressing

them closer. She leaned into his body, his chin on her shoulder, and they looked at their reflection in the mirror.

It was a gorgeous cascading diamond drop necklace from Harry Winston, containing over 150 round, pear-shaped and marquise

diamonds. She had spied it under the glass the other day when she had gone in to get her engagement ring fitted, it had been a bit

to loose on her finger and she hadn't had time to fix it in Paris. She hadn't even imagined owning it, but she was just curious as to

how it would look. So she tried it on, wishing she could have, but knowing she couldn't. It was way to expensive. She knew

she'd probably get some sort of jewelry for Christmas, but never something like this. The sales person had agreed to how it fit to

her perfectly, but she was a reasonable person, you don't just go buying yourself million dollar necklaces.

Tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks, she turned to catch Chuck's lips in a gentle kiss. He knew she was pleased, because

she replaced her normal lust filled kiss, in to a love filled one, similar to the one she had given him when they got married, when

he had proposed, and when they had first reunited in Paris.

"How did you know?"

He smiled.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere Mrs. Bass."

She wasn't in the mood for teasing.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't do anything to deserve this, I'm an insignificant person in this world, the most I've ever done is raise money to

save the pigeons in central park, and here I am wearing the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I've ever seen and I want to know

what drove you to spend a fortune on it for me. Why? Why did you buy it? Why did it cross your mind to lavish me in a hundred

and fifty diamonds? Why do you want to spend the rest of your life with me, when you could put this on the neck of any girl you

wanted?"

She didn't understand. Her life had always been simple, and mapped out. And these feelings she felt for Chuck, that kept

growing whenever he did something like this, they scared her. They terrified her. They were unexpected and they sure as hell

weren't on her map. She needed reassurance. She needed comfort. She had wanted the necklace, but it scared her that he actually

bought it for her, just because.

Chuck wiped the tears from her eyes, smiling, he could see the love in her eyes, and he could feel the warmth, the love, coming

from his. He knew she was insecure, and sometimes it hurt him, because to him, she was the most beautiful, the most important,

and the most deserving person in the world and he didn't get why she couldn't see that too.

"Because I love you."

Those three words were enough to explain everything, but he continued anyway.

"Because even if I could have any girl, I don't want any girl, I want you. I want you, and the way you hum all day long to the

randomnest songs, I want the way you quirk your eyebrows, or the way you love wearing heels because of the click clack

sounds. Seeing you in that necklace, or in the one I bought you for your 17th birthday, makes me happy. You might think you're

insignificant, but to me, you're the most important person in the world, I'm no one without you Blair, no one. As long as I wake

up with you in my arms every morning, it wouldn't matter if the entire world around us self destructed, because their would still

be you, and me by your side."

She cried, she shakes and sought out for his soft lips with hers, the way she kissed him, and he kissed her back, was true love.

True love that our kind rarely sees, that these two people were lucky enough to find, in its purest form. They complete each other,

complement each other, they make each other better people.

It's raining, pouring. The streets are crowded and grey, and people are scurrying around to get from building to building,

covered with umbrellas and raincoats. Blair stands still in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the building, the rain hiding

her tears, she's soaked to the bone, her suitcase have been taken in the hotel hours ago, yet she stands their, frozen to the spot. A

few times, people stopped to see if she was ok, but she stood still, looking up, thinking, hoping, praying.

Upstairs, Chuck Bass is pacing his suite. Thinking about this and that, he arrived a day or so before, and hasn't been able to

relax since. He thinks of going outside, so he looks out the window to see it's raining, he's about to turn away, when he spots

someone on the sidewalk. 'No, it can't be, I'm just imagining things.' To make sure, he looks down, and double checks. And the

girl he spotted is still their, standing, staring into nothingness, he can't see well from this far, but he's pretty sure she's shaking,

he wonder's how long she's been their, is worried that she's going to get sick. 'Pull yourself together Bass, she ditched you, be a

man.' But his heart wins out. He calls downstairs to find out.

"Mr. Bass, how can I help you today?"

"Hey, I was wondering how long that young lady in the beige coat has been standing there?"

"She showed up around nine and said that she was going to stay at the hotel, she gave us her credit card and luggage, and

informed us she'd be coming in soon. She's been standing out their ever since then, hasn't an inch. We've sent people out to get

her, but she refuses to move, and insists she will come in when she's ready. I'm sorry if her presence is inconvenient to you Mr.

Bass, we're doing everything we can."

"Shit…"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing… Would you please inform you bellmen to bring her luggage up to my suite, she will be staying with me."

"Of course Mr. Bass we will go inform her of your generosity and bring her in."

"No, no. No need for that, I will be getting her myself. Thank you."

He hung up the phone and went to get a towel in the bathroom.

--

"Blair!"

Chuck ran trough the rain screaming he name but she didn't move, just continued staring as he wrapped the towel around her.

"Blair, come on, get inside, your going to catch pneumonia out here!"

She didn't budge, not an inch. His eyes became worried. 'This is all my fault.' He tried everything to get her to move.

"Fine then, be that way."

Desperate, he picked her up, wedding style and carried her trough the doorway. She finally reacted to his touch; she laid her

head on his shoulder. This scene was causing quite a commotion, the on lookers pointing at them, asking questions, the desk

clerk and a bell boy stumbled forward, surprised that the son of their boss was carrying the crazy girl who had been standing in

the rain.

"Mr. Bass! Umm… Do you need a hand?"

"No. I need a fresh set of towels in my suite, an assortment of tea, and coffee and hot chocolate."

Chuck walked in to the elevator and called out to the doorman.

"Plus, get that idiot at the desk to run to Harold's and get me a real bathrobe, the one's here are disgusting."

--

Chuck entered his suite and set Blair down, she shivered, but supported herself, still not saying anything. Out of the rain, you

could clearly see her tears, and the remnants of the makeup that had long since been washed away. Chuck had never seen Blair

looking so… so… imperfect. Her curls were always perfectly in place, not a clump visible in her lashes, her eyeliner was always

perfectly drawn and her cloths ironed, and in place.

He hated seeing her so vulnerable, but still it made him fall even more in love with her. Seeing, that she still needed someone to

take care of her sometimes. She wasn't Blair Waldorf, she was just Blair at this moment, and he fell in love with both, which

makes him… double in love?

He slowly peeled of her wet coat, to reveal a black party dress, the one he had seen hanging in her closet early yesterday. 'She

never got changed.' He unzipped it, and let it fall to the ground, soaking wet, revealing her negligee. He brought her into the

bathroom, and started the water in the tub. He sat her on the bathroom chair, and removed her Mary Jane's; he pulled down

her tights, and slid her slip of. He stood her up to remove what was left of her clothes, and placed her in the tub. He leaned down

on his knees to wipe away her tears, and she leaned into his chest. Sliding his finger trough her hair comfortingly, he spoke.

"It's okay Blair. Everything's going to be ok now. I'm going to take care of you."

--

He had gotten her dressed in his pajamas, because Serena had obviously forgotten than part of her wardrobe, and carried her

into his bed, he than pulled the duvet over her for warmth and stuck a pillow under her head as she closed her eyes.

He walked over to the telephone and called Serena.

"Hey."

"Hey. Is she ok?"

"She will be."

"Good. Have her check in with me later."

"No problem… Oh, and Serena? Thank you."

"You have nothing to thank me for, I should have trusted you from the beginning. I should have trusted my instincts. Your not so

bad Chuck, your not so bad."

She hung up.

--

A few hours later Blair's eye fluttered open, they immediately found Chuck sitting on a chair that he had placed right in front of

her. He sat there, waiting. He saw her eyes open and sighed in relief. She said nothing for a while.

"I'm sorry."

He said nothing in return. He just stared into her watery eyes.

"Lay with me? Please. I... know… I don't deserve your kindness right now, but I need someone, someone to hold me."

Her voice cracked. She was a mess. 'He must think I look awful. I must look awful. He hates me. He's going to send me

packing.' To her surprise, he got up, and climbed onto the bed, he lay under the covers next to her, and she turned around to

face him.

She found her nook. Her nook, just for her, because she was quite sure he never cuddled with any one before, she liked that, that

a part of him only belonged to her, even if she didn't deserve it. The nook right between his chin and chest, she laid her hands on

his chest.

'I love you. No, idiot, don't say that it will scare her away. What do I say? Do I hold her? I want to hold her. No. Don't. Bu she

told you to hold her. Fuck. What do I do? Good job, Chuck, you going to screw up again.' He voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hold me."

He did. He wrapped one arm around her lower back and the other one supported her head. She was comfortable, but there was

something else she needed to say, needed to get of her chest.

"I love you."

He smiled and pulled her chin up to look into her eyes. They were truthful.

"I love you too."

And than she kissed him. That kiss. The one between the two true lovers, the love filled kiss, not lust filled. Not a shred of gluttony

in it, just a passionate, bonding kiss.

Spotted: N walking off the D's punch on his way home. J visiting N in the early morning, she left looking quite

frustrated, what is that all about? D and S arriving at B and C's Christmas morning gathering late. Remember S, he

knows when you've been bad or good. And I think you have been very, very naughty.

Merry Christmas upper-east sider's. You know you love me.

XOXO

-Gossip Girl


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SPOTTED - N getting pulled out of his apartment in a stretcher, unconscious. Paramedics and all. From what I heard he overdosed on NuvoFluoxetine, low grade anti depressants. Oh, oh N. What have you got yourself into now?