Chuck Bass looked out-of-place standing outside Dan's loft in Brooklyn. After all, the pinstriped Armani suit that Chuck Bass was wearing probably cost more than Dan's monthly rent.

"Hello, Daniel." Chuck greeted Dan acerbically. His suave accent made Dan's stomach nauseous.

Dan feigned a thin smile. "Hello, Chuck. How are you doing?"

"I've been better."

"That's too bad." Dan said. He attempted to close the door on Chuck's face. Yet Chuck stopped it right before it closed.

"I'm looking for Blair. I know she is here."

"Stay away from her." Dan warned.

For the first time, Chuck noticed that Dan face was bruised and swollen.

"I must admit, your bruised face is an improvement, Daniel." Chuck said.

"I got punched a few times today." Dan said defensively.

"Please give my regards to the person who punched you."

Dan attempted to close the door on Chuck's face once again, yet Chuck slipped past him, forcing himself inside Dan's Brooklyn loft. Chuck was like a snake. Dan thought, as he followed Chuck inside.

Chuck stood behind Blair.

Blair, sensing somebody behind her (and thinking it was Dan) said, "Who was at the door, Dan? Do you want to watch another movie with me?"

Chuck emitted a cold, urbane laugh. "This is what you do now, Blair? You watch movies with Daniel Humphrey in Brooklyn?"

Recognizing Chuck's voice, Blair turned around. Her porcelain skin turned into the exact same shade of white as Damien's cocaine had been.

"What are you doing here?" Blair asked Chuck.

"I am relieving you of your misery, Blair. Get your coat, and let's go."

"I don't want to leave." Blair said.

"Daniel and yours little charade of a relationship is over." Chuck said.

"What do you mean?"

Chuck managed to give the impression of rolling his eyes without taking his eyes off of Blair.

"I know what you are trying to pull, Blair. The only reason Gossip Girl thinks that you have feelings Daniel Humphrey is because you are trying to make me jealous."

"You think I am pretending to have feelings for Dan to make you jealous?" Blair echoed.

"Of course," Chuck said. Chuck was always so confident. Blair had always found Chuck's confidence wildly attractive. Now his confidence kind of seemed…like arrogance.

Chuck came closer to Blair. She could smell his cologne- a stream of memories of her many steamy, passionate nights with Chuck came flashing into her memory. She remember just a few weeks ago, when she swore that she would always love Chuck Bass. Then she remember the worse memories- the ones where she was crying all alone, Chuck was drunk or high, cheating on her, selling her for a hotel, and long periods of time where Chuck would completely ignore her.

"Blair," Chuck said in his most sensual voice. There was no denying it: Chuck Bass had a sexy voice. But Blair knew that Chuck Bass was very well aware that he had a sexy voice, and he had seduced SO MANY WOMEN WITH THAT SEXY VOICE OF HIS. And Blair Waldorf had been just another one of the countless women who had fallen for Chuck's bad-boy allure.

"Blair," Chuck said, coming even closer to her, "Last night, I realized that you were the only one who understands me. I need you, Blair Waldorf."

"You need me?"

"Yes. I need you." Chuck said again; Blair felt Chuck's dark eyes beginning to hypnotize her.

"Well, how do you know that I still need you?" Blair asked Chuck.

"We belong together, Blair."

"I'm not so sure about that anymore."

Chuck slammed his fist on Dan's cheap sofa, startling Blair. "Dammit, Blair," Chuck's voice rose, "Stop playing games with me."

"I'm not!"

"Oh please," Chuck said, "I'm not idiot. You are pretending to like Daniel Humphrey just to make me jealous!"

"Think about it logically, Chuck!" cried Blair, "Who in their right mind would pretend to like Dan Humphrey? You would have to be completely insane to pretend to like Dan Humphrey. I mean, Dan Humphrey has a horrible sense of fashion, no sense of social ambition, he drinks too much coffee, he is a struggling writer, and he is a pragmatic prude!"

"Hey!" Dan interjected, "In case you have forgotten, I am standing right here. I can hear everything you are saying!"

Chuck smiled. He knew that he had Blair in his lair yet again.

"Let's go, Blair." Chuck said.

"No."

"Blair, stop playing games with me."

"I'm not. I want to stay here…in Brooklyn….with Dan."

"What?" Dan and Chuck said at the same time. A funny, lopsided grin appeared on Dan's face. Chuck's face just grew more statue-like.

"Blair," Chuck reasoned, "You just told me that you had to be insane to pretend to like Daniel Humphrey."

"I'm not insane."

Chuck straightened his silk tie. "I know you're not."

"I am sane. I do not pretend to like Dan Humphrey." Blair said carefully, "Do you understand what I am trying to tell you, Chuck?"

Chuck granted her a patronizing smile. "Of course I understand you. I know you better than anybody else does. We belong together. Let's leave now, Blair."

Chuck didn't understand what she had meant. Blair sighed. "I meant that I don't pretend to like Dan Humphrey, because I actually like Dan Humphrey."

Both Chuck and Dan's mouths collectively dropped.

"I don't believe you. How could you actually like him? We used to mock him together!" Chuck pointed towards Dan, whose hair was kind of rumpled and he was wearing twenty dollar jeans from Old Navy.

"I can barely believe that I like Dan Humphrey either." Blair said to Chuck, "I disgust even myself. I keep asking myself- how could I possibly like Dan Humphrey? I just can't help it. I like him.

"Fine," Chuck said, "If you want to date a Humphrey, then you are dead to me."

"You are such a hypocrite. Don't you remember when you had sex with Dan's sister while I waited for you on top of the Empire State Building?" Blair retorted back.

"Is that why you suddenly like Daniel, so you can get back at me for having sex with his sister?"

"No. For once, this has nothing to do with you, Chuck." Blair said. "It has everything to do with Dan and me."

"Doubtful, very doubtful," Chuck mused, "I will wait until your little love affair with Humphrey is over. After all, you will want me again soon. You always do."

Blair felt her waver falter ever so slightly. She was sure that Chuck Bass and she didn't belong together anymore. Right?

Yet, Chuck was hot, if you liked attractive, wealthy, and sadistic men. He could make a girl feel amazing, too…..

"Just remember that you will never be a powerful woman as long as you are known for liking Daniel Humphrey."

"I don't think I could respect myself as a woman if I liked you again." Blair snapped back.

Chuck Bass left in Chuck Bass style: his simplicity made his exit very dramatic. The door slammed. Then he was gone.

Blair started crying. Dan went to comfort her.

Blair pushed him away. "Please don't touch me. I've got to leave now."

She got up to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Didn't you just tell Chuck that you liked me?" Dan asked, chasing after Blair.

"I did, but I am confused right now."

"That makes two of us. Don't leave now! We can watch another movie like you wanted to do a few minutes ago."

"I don't think that's a good idea. I can't waste my type watching movies in Brooklyn."

"Can't you just spend a little more time with me?" Dan begged. He didn't like to beg, but he found himself begging Blair Waldorf.

"It would be fun," Blair admitted, "But I think that if I let myself spend more time with you, I would be forgetting everything that I am and who I want to be."

"You are Blair Waldorf. Spending time with me won't change that."

"It already has." Blair wiped a few tears from her eyes. Her mascara was running down her face.

"No, it hasn't. You are still the same old Blair Waldorf."

"The old Blair Waldorf would never watch movies in Brooklyn with Dan Humphrey. I have always wanted to be a powerful woman in fashion."

"I know," Dan said, "I like that you are ambitious. I can help you achieve your dreams."

"Nobody will take me seriously if I date you, Humphrey." Blair said. Her words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Dan's bruised face turned pale. "What exactly are you saying, Blair? You just told Chuck that you liked me."

"I do like you."

"Then what's the problem? You and I both know that we could be amazing together. We could grow to love each other. I would treat you right."

"No." Blair said. "You will ruin my reputation. I want to be a powerful woman more than I want you. It is what I have always wanted."

Dan scrunched his face into a troubled position. "Do you really care that much about what people think of you that you are unwilling to even spend time with me?"

Blair looked at Dan, her face emotionless. "Yes." She responded, "I am Blair Waldorf. I can't forget who I am and what I want for some Brooklyn boy named Dan Humphrey."

Blair disappeared of out of Dan's loft. The door slammed.

Dan was left staring after her. He looked at his reflection in the mirror over the fireplace. He looked pathetic. He was bruised, confused, and bewildered.

For a second, it seemed like Dan was about to chase Blair, and beg her to realize that she was making a mistake.

Instead, Dan went to his desk. He picked up a paper. Then he picked up his pen. Then he began to write.