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don't go, say you'll say, spend a lazy sunday in my arms, i won't take anything away - the stars

The morning light spilled in through the window. Harsh and bright. Chuck's eyes narrowed and he shifted a little, not particularly liking this sudden headache that pierced through his head. He felt something - someone - move against his back and he remembered Blair sleeping next to him, as beautiful as an angel, most likely. He turned and looked at her, then he sighed and pulled himself out of the bed and stood up. He found his boxers on the end of the bed, and his jeans on the other side, then he picked up his shirt next to the door and changed swiftly. She moved in the bed, onto her back, and letting the cover slip down her torso so once more, he could see her chest.

It was hard to walk out of the door. He rubbed his eyes and crept down the stairs. Daroda was in the kitchen, making breakfast, and when she saw Chuck enter, she stopped what she was doing and in shock, dropped a plate, letting it shatter on the floor. Chuck jumped a little and looked at Daroda.

"Mr Chuck." She said obediently. "Eh...where is Miss Blair?"

"Sleeping. Don't wake her up till midday, please. She's had a long night." He tucked his hands into his pockets and continued to walk towards the elevator doors with a sure swagger. Only when he was enclosed in the elevator did he sink onto the floor and smack his head against the wall behind his head.

-

Blair felt the warmth pass over her face. It was the morning sun warmth and the smile spread across her face and she stretched her arm out in one direction, expecting to catch Chuck accidentally, and then she would be able to say sorry and cuddle back into his warmth.

But instead, her arm hit the pillow, the empty space, and she felt something like agony rip through her chest, and tears stang her eyes.

And then she found her dignity, it was hidden in his empty space, and she pulled the covers over her chest, feeling too naked for comfort, and ashamed of herself. So it had been a fuck. A long lasting one, that was glamoured to look like love. She couldn't believe it.

Blair pulled herself out of bed and took herself to her shower, rubbing off Chuck Bass and then she changed into something modest - a simple white blouse, and a black high waisted skirt which dipped to her knees. She wore no heels, and then she pulled a pair of stockings up over her knees and slipped her feet into a pair of ballet flats.

She met Daroda at the bottom of the staircase. "Morning Miss Blair." Daroda said. "I made pancakes, waffles, - anything you like."

Blair raised her chin, sure of herself. "Thank you Daroda. Has my mother called?"

"Yes, an hour ago, I told her you sleeping, and you wouldn't up until midday." Daroda followed the heart-broken teen into the kitchen and watched Blair fix herself breakfast. "Coffee?"

"Please."

And then Blair's cell rang. A part of her wondered if it were going to be Chuck, letting her know he was just back home, and he would want to meet her. But instead it was Serena. She answered it.

"Were you with Chuck last night?" Serena was quick to guess.

"Yes. But it was nothing." Blair said, placing a hot waffle into her mouth.

"Nothing? Sure. Chuck just came stumbling in, yelled at me, and he's been locked in his room since. What happened?" Serena asked.

"We...we just had sex." Blair admitted. "I...thought it was something but it wasn't." She lowered her voice to a whisper so Daroda couldn't hear. But of course, Daroda heard and saw all. Serena made a comforting sound.

"B, come round. Maybe-,"

"No it's not a good idea." She interrupted. "I'll see you later Serena."

-

Chuck stared up at his ceiling. Why did he walk out? He could have stayed, held her, kissed her, probably...they could have made love once more. The door opened and in came his beautiful step-sister, blonde hair flowing down her back, and again she was dressed in something you'd only see in a fashion magazine probably. He sat up.

"Chuck - you need to apologize to B." She said.

"Why?" He snapped. "Get out, I'm not in the mood." He ordered.

"She's coming round in an hour and if you don't have anything to say to her, I am going to chop something precious of yours off." She said spitefully and surely without a stutter. Chuck swallowed, cracked a joke about liking them feisty and then he stood up and fixed himself a new attire for the day while Serena walked out.

He shrugged on his coat and walked out of their apartment. If he were going to apologize once again to Blair, he was going to do it where no-one could interrupt them, and that was best in his limo.

He looked out for her carefully. And then he spotted a brunette girl with a sure walk and looking amazing in such a simple attire. Her hair was down, a scarf around her neck and she was staring straight ahead. Chuck opened the limo door and stepped out just as she was about to pass.

Blair nearly screamed, she jumped and stopped. "Get out of my way." She ordered. Chuck grabbed her and hauled her into the limo, only smiling because he was amused at her struggles which were pathetic.

"I hate you." She said.

"That's not what you said last night." Chuck said, leaning in to her.

Blair slapped him. Clean across the face.

He deserved it. This he knew. "I'm here to be civil."

"I'm done with civil." She sighed. "And I thought I was done with you."

"You'll never be done with me." He snapped.

"Why not?" She was losing her temper.

"Because I-," He broke off. Blair's ears perked up and she seated herself next to him, cupping a hand to his cheek.

"Because you what?" She asked softly.

Chuck's helpless look was back. He sighed. "Remember what I said to you? That night in your bedroom. Instead of it being the beginning - it would be the end." He said, hoping she would change her mind.

"I thought about that. It would be the beginning of something - something weird and hard to live with. And we would last, I know we would or else we wouldn't be here, right now. You keep chasing me. But you never want to stay with me." She spoke softly, into his ear, and moved her hand to his chest to feel his frantic heartbeat. "And you can't say you love me...Because you're romantically handicapped."

He smiled and turned his mouth to her ear. "Blair." He said.

"Chuck - eight letters, three words. Say them - I'm yours." She whispered. "Say them now. Or you'll never see me again. I will blank you completely - because I don't think I can take your games anymore." She said, wiping at her eyes.

It was quiet for a long time and then Blair kindly told the driver to stop, and she climbed out. Chuck watched her go, his chest aching, and he ran out after her. "Blair wait!" He yelled.

"I'm done waiting." She yelled back, turning to look at him as he advanced on her. "I'm done with-,"

"You don't know how much I fucking love you."

Blair nearly fainted. She felt all her breath leave her and then she buried her head into his neck as that was how close he was.

hour later in chucks room.

Blair held his hand, guiding it to her backside again and she smiled. "Say it again." Chuck groaned huffed.

"I love you."

She smiled and giggled. "Again."

"What are you? Six?" He gave her a coy smile and gripped her behind with both hands as he kissed her. "I love you." He murmured.

She stopped smiling and instead, gave him a serious look. "I love you too." She nodded. "This is what you want? Isn't it?" She asked.

"I think I've always wanted it without realising." He said gently and kissed her and went to remove her skirt, but she stopped him and smiled.

"Just hold me Chuck. Let's just be together for a while." She kissed his forehead.

And so, pained a little, Chuck held Blair in his arms, both on their backs staring up at the ceiling, absentmindedly every now and so often, three words escaped their lips, as they were still unable to believe they had said them as last.

the end