As Blair curled her hair one more time, declaring in her mind that everything was perfect, she knew that there was a slight problem. In all the movies she watches-and she watches a lot!-whenever the leading character hid his/her secret, the secret usually came out at the worst moment possible. Considering Blair was hiding a rather large secret, it was only a matter of time before Chuck found out, and would it be her telling him or someone else?

She knew that Serena did not approve of her secrets, but it didn't matter. Serena wasn't part of this relationship; she was a friend of the person in the relationship. But the fact that Chuck trusted her completely when she was hiding a major factor of her life bothered the hell out of her. Their relationship was perfect, and she didn't want to ruin it, even for the greater good.

A vibrating cell phone bothered her thoughts, and Blair reached down and read the new text message. Of course, it was Chuck, telling her that he was outside of the dorm room, and if she wasn't out in about, oh, three seconds, he'd come up to her room and carry her outside. So she gave the message a small smile before grabbing her clutch and closing the door behind her.

Of course, he literally meant three seconds, because as she turned around after locking her door, he was there, scaring the crap out of him. "Oh my god, Chuck!" she whispered, her heart beating fast. He laughed, wrapped around his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. "Don't do that!"

"Well, I gave you three seconds; I think that's more than enough time." He said, kissing her lips quickly. She shoved him away playfully.

"Not becoming dependent, are we?" she teased, kissing his nose. Chuck rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand as they walked down the stairs to his limo. Blair caught him looking at her a couple times and she blushed when she had to ask him why.

"You're beautiful. If Nathanial looks at you instead of Serena, I may have to show him in whose girl you are," he said, quiet serious. And the fact that he was so serious made everything worth it. This was the relationship Blair had been searching for, yet part of it was based off of lies.

As the limo pulled to a stop in front of Butter twenty minutes later, Blair opened her compact mirror to make sure that Chuck hadn't ruined her hair too badly during the car trip. Chuck did the same; because dinner with an Archibald and van der Woodsen was suppose to be perfect. Two blonds and two brunettes made the perfect double date.

Blair walked through the door when Chuck opened it for her and immediately spotted Serena, her blond hair very noticeable in the light. Serena waved and Blair gave her a forced smile before turning to Chuck.

"I believe our friends have started the party without us," Blair hissed, making it obvious that Serena was drunk and Nate was not too far behind-or ahead, for all she knew-his girlfriend. Chuck sighed and pulled Blair close, knowing that this wasn't how she planned the evening to go. It would have to do, though, because they couldn't change anything about it at the moment, because as far as Chuck was considered, once someone was plastered, there was no going back until the next morning.

"You have me," Chuck whispered, giving her hand a small squeeze of reassurance. Blair nodded and kept the fake smile on her face as they walked towards the wasted blonds.

Serena stumbled over to Blair before practically falling as she gave her friend a hug. "B!" Serena slurred, making it sound like 'BEEEEEEEEEEE' in her voice. Nate snorted at Serena's composure, and then the blonds were laughing. Blair continued to have a forced smile on her face, trying to not be too disgusted by the smell of alcohol. "We started having fun without you!"

"I realize that" Blair grumbled, wrapping her arm around Serena's waist and setting her down on a bar stool. Chuck turned to the bartender and told him to cut off the alcohol if he wanted to keep his job.

The sight before her didn't really phase Blair anymore. She had picked up a drunken Serena more than once, especially during the middle of the night. Nate was worse than Serena, by the looks of it. Chuck was having a hard time getting Nate to talk without slurring or walk without falling.

"Does Chuck know about your secret?" Serena yelled, smiling at Chuck then Blair. Blair paled at the comment and ignored Chuck's questioning looks. Blair shoved a piece of bread into Serena's mouth and shook her head no.

"No. He will later when you shut up and get sober." the brunette responded, and Serena giggled. The blond started to ramble on about something to with banana's as Blair pulled her out of Butter, not wanting to make a scene of some sort. Moments later, she heard Nate and Chuck follow, Nate rambling about something to do with cheese.

"Take them to the van der Woodsen's" Blair asked the limo driver, the one that had brought the two to Butter. He nodded, glanced at Blair and Chuck before helping the blonds into the car.

Chuck looked at Blair as the limo sped away, not sure what to do. She was hiding something, and wasn't sharing, which made him very wary. Was she a mass murder or something, and was using Chuck for her advantage?

Biting her lip, Blair hailed a taxi with a wave of her arm. Standing in front of the yellow taxi cab, she gave him a small smile. He looked pissed, his lips tightly closed together and his eyes narrowed at her. Within the cab, the driver yelled something like 'hurry up, doll'.

"Care to explain Serena's little outburst?" he asked, trying to remain calm. Shrugging her shoulders, Blair pretended like nothing has really happened. He sighed in annoyance. "Blair, it can't be horrible. I mean, I had my PI look into you and-"

She turned, and glared at him. Chuck realized a moment too late what he had said. Of course he had his PI look into her that explained why he never questioned anything about her personal life! And the PI wouldn't follow her into her office because she only visited her office once or twice a week, if that. "You had your Personal Investigator check my background and stalk me? Is he still stalking me?" she hissed, glaring at him.

Chuck shook his head no. He had not personally talked with his PI in the last couple of days because of the conversation he had with Mark, but how dare she be mad at him! He wasn't hiding anything! He wasn't the one lying about something! "Damn it, Blair. I had my PI look into you because, oh, well, I don't know. You could be an assassin or something!"

Snorting, Blair looked pissed. And she was. "So you don't trust me, then this relationship is doomed!"

"Well obviously I shouldn't trust you if your hiding something from me! Is it another man or something? Drugs?"

"God, what is with you thinking everything is drugs?" Blair asked, giving an empty laugh. Chuck glared at her. "If you can't trust me when I say that you don't need to worry about anything, then I am wasting my time."

He looked at her. God, he looked at her. Everything about her was perfect, her smile, her personality, and was he willing to risk it all because of something her best friend said? Of course he was, he had never had a real relationship before and now he was here, scared shitless of being hurt. "Then why are you still here?" he shot at her before he realized what he said. Blair took a step back as though Chuck had just slapped her. If that was the way he wanted it, then she could oblige to his wishes.

Without another comment, Blair entered the yellow taxi and Chuck watched it disappear into the sea of other yellow taxis. Hailing his limo over, he got in the back of the limo and broke down, tears pouring down his cheeks, His worse fear of being left alone finally came true, and it was his entire fault.

~*~*~*~

"Christiane Amanpour" Blair pronounce again in the library of NYU. Carter Baizen tried to pronounce the famous journalist again, and Blair just pretended that he said it right. They were doing their project on Christiane Amanpour, and if one of your partners can't even pronounce the name, they would fail. And Blair Waldorf never failed economics, or, well, never failed any class.

Biting her lip in frustration, she turned to Carter, who was more focused on her breast than anything else. It had been one week since her and Chuck broke up because Chuck was too paranoid, and Blair had been trying to focus her attention on everything but a relationship. So she had been going out to lunch with Serena almost every day, studying every night in her dorm room, and now today, Monday, she was stuck in the library writing a project with the idiot.

"I like your shirt," Carter said, his eyes still focused on her chest. Sighing, Blair grabbed her sweater and zipped it up, cutting off his view of her shirt. At least he had good taste in fashion. But he reminded her of Chuck. It was like Carter was slowly morphing into Chuck before her eyes. And it was bothering her because she shouldn't care about Chuck that much. After all, he was the one who broke her heart and he should be out of mind. After all, she hadn't seen or talked to him since the incident.

And to avoid any other confrontation, Blair begged-begged- Mason to take her off of the case. Mason was smart, and he knew that if Blair was begging him to take her off a certain case, it was probably for a good reason. And perhaps he knew that Blair and Chuck had a fling and that if Blair was begging to have a vacation from her job and begging not to be on the case, it meant they broke up.

"Focus Baizen. I know my chest is interesting, but we need to get this report done because I have plans this weekend and I honestly do not need to work." Blair said, running her fingers through her hair. Carter sighed.

"I'll email you my essay. You can revise it and what not," he said, knowing that he wasn't going to get lucky right now. But he would, he got anything he wanted, and he wanted Blair Waldorf. Oh, he did.

Nodding, Blair logged off the computer and gathered her belongings in her arms before saying goodbye. Carter left moments before she was packed up and when she glanced out the clear doors, she froze. A limo was parked outside, and a particular handsome man was standing in front of the limo, peonies in hand.

At least he's taken up stalking me instead of his PI she thought, rolling her eyes. Finally mustering up some courage, she exited the building and started to walk towards her dorm, trying not to look at Chuck. But it was hard, and Chuck knew that she was being stubborn and trying not to look at him.

"Waldorf," he said, cutting off her path. Blair sighed and looked at him before rolling her eyes. "I got you peonies, your favorite."

"Never thought you were the type to beg," she said stiffly, trying to go around him. Chuck sighed in annoyance and continued to cut her off. "I also didn't think you were the type to stalk people, but it seems I'm wrong."

"Will you just accept my apology?" Chuck asked, trying to remain calm.

"What apology? All I see is a stalker and flowers. No apology here," she said annoyed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Why can't you just be honest with me? I've been honest with you!" he argued, flowers still in hand as though they were a peace offering. Blair snorted and glared at him.

"You want me to be honest?" she hissed. He nodded. "I was bulimic for two years after my father left my mother for another man, and I relapsed about four months ago. Serena thinks that I'll relapse if I get upset or something."

He looked at her. And in truth, Blair had relapsed. She relapsed the night he broke up with her, believing that she wasn't pretty enough for him, that she wasn't good enough for him. And obviously she wasn't.

And did you honestly expect her to admit that she was his body guard or something?

Pulling his brunette close, Chuck buried his face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and strawberries, his favorite mixture. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. I thought you were, like, some assassin. And the only reason I had my PI follow you was because I've never met someone like you. I didn't want to think that this was all a joke or all pretend."

If only he knew that his assumption was far from the truth. "You have to trust me."

"I know."

"You know, this isn't changing the fact that you are pissed at me and you don't trust me. We have to work on that." She said. He looked at her and nodded. "Let's make an appointment."

"You want me to go to couples counseling?"

Haha, couples counseling. Brilliant, right? And I know this isn't the best chapter ever, but I was writing this during class so bare with me XD Hope you liked it and R&R! I love all of those who do review, especially those who give me reviews after every chapter. You know who you are! C: