A/N: This is the final chapter of Dulci! I would like to thank all the readers that have followed this fic. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long. The past few months have been really busy for me. I hope to start writing fics again in the near future but right now I have to focus on school. Again, thank you for taking the time to read this fic and hopefully you're pleased with how this story ends :)

Chapter Six – Good night

They ended up on his bed, laughing at the series of events that occurred during dinner. Chuck's head hung lazily against his hand and she cutely imitated him. His husky laughs and her coy smiles continued on as they pointed fingers at who started what that evening.

"Thank you." He said genuinely.

"Since when did Chuck Bass start saying 'Thank you'?" Blair teased.

"You're right. I take that back. " Chuck instantly regretted how harsh his tone had sounded.

"You're welcome." Her voice barely came above a whisper.

"I didn't mean that." Without thinking, he reached out his hand, wanting to close the gap between them, but his hand never made it to hers. She wasn't really his, he remembered. Chuck did not know whether to laugh or cry. As if she really wanted him. Defeated, his hand faltered back on the bed, away from what never was his.

"It's fine. It doesn't really matter anyway." Blair's could not ignore how her heart seemed to crumble as Chuck's hand stopped his reach for her. He was not hers to have, She thought, simple as that. She damned herself for having hope. As if he really wanted her.

The silent revelations brought the laughter and lightness to nothing more than a simple memory. A sudden thickness in the air had made it hard for either of them to breath.

"So, I guess we can break up now." Blair begun with a strained smile, she hoped the conversation would be quick and relatively painless.

They had a good run, Blair thought, a month of fooling around, that was good enough, right? However, as many times Blair repeated those words to herself, it had not eased the brewing pain in her heart. The thought of losing Chuck hurt her so much but how could it hurt so much losing someone she never really had? How was losing Chuck more painful than breaking up with Nate? Nate and her and something real, she thought or at least at that time. Blair had fallen. It was as simple as that; she had fallen for someone she could not keep. He was Chuck Bass after all. He had an endless supply of women so why would he want to be tied down to just one?

Lost in her thoughts, Blair was snapped back into the present as she heard Chuck whisper something. "What?" maybe she hadn't heard him correctly, Blair assured herself. She tried to deflate the soaring sparks of hope in her heart.

"I said," his eyes found hers, "we don't have to didn't break up." Chuck trailed off quietly.

Shyly, Blair pushed a few strands of hair away from Chuck's face, "What are you saying?"

"I think you know." Chuck replied slowly. He lowered his head once more to kiss her lips.

She did know. "Ask me properly." Blair managed to whisper in between kisses.

"Blair Waldorf," Chuck started. Blair smiled childishly. She covered her face with her hands, suddenly embarrassed. Chuck took her hands into his and lowered them away from her face. "Blair Waldorf," He started again more seriously, but he couldn't shake the grin off his face, "will you be my girlfriend?"

She coyly kissed Chuck's nose causing his smile to widen. "Yes." Blair whispered back.

They were Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair.