A/N: Agian I would like to thank all of you for R&R. It really means alot. Anyways, enjoy

"Mother, what did you need to tell me?"

Her mother had been crying ever since she had stepped into the penthouse. Blair was now sitting beside her on the couch. Dorota had been there, but had left to go iron the clothes. There had been sadness in her eyes. Blair had tried everything to get her mother to speak, but it hadn't worked. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she spoke.

"Bbblair?"

"Yes, mother I'm here."

"Oh thank god!"

"What is it, mother? Why did you call me and tell me to come home right away?"

There was a long pause. Blair was about to repeat the question when her mother spoke.

"You know how your father and Roman live in France."

"Yes…."

"All far away and not even close enough to see them whenever we like."

Blair sighed.

"Mother, we had this talk so long ago. You need to get over dad leaving you. I thought you were getting over that."

"Blair this is not what that is about! There are much more serious things in life!"

Blair looked down at her hands. There was nothing more she hated than hearing her mother yell at her. Her mother looked at her.

"I'm sorry. It's just this news is sudden."

"Well what is it?"

"Roman called. Your father was on a motorcycle and he was going to the nearest market to pick up food for dinner. He was about to cross a road, when a truck came and lost control. He was killed instantly."

She started crying again. Blair just sat there, silently. My father…….. Is………..Dead? She thought. Her mother had started balling. Suddenly she felt a cold liquid come out of her eyes. She was crying. She, Blair Waldorf, was crying and she didn't care. She just los someone so important in her life that she didn't care who saw. She got up and left the penthouse, that was the last place she needed to be. She called a cab and got in, while still crying. She gave the driver the only address she could think of. They drove for a bit until they arrived at the address. She walked in and found Chuck sitting at the bar. Without thinking she ran to him and started crying. He comforted her without knowing what she was crying about. Once she had calmed down, she looked into his eyes,

"He's…….dead."

Chuck pulled her into a hug and once again she started to cry. She just grabbed his arms. They were the only things that could protect her from an unfair world. She stopped crying again and went back to looking in his eyes.

"My mother said to come home….. So I went and she told me……. My father died."

Chuck just looked at her. He didn't know what to say or do. All he knew was he had to be there. He wanted to be there. Finally the words seem to come out of his mouth.

"I am sorry. I truly am."

She pulled him into a hug. Hearing that from Chuck was like hearing there was a cure for cancer. It meant hope. Chuck got his coat and the two went for a walk in Central Park. They walked past the playground. Blair smiled.

"This is where he would take me every Saturday when I was little. He would push me on the swing and he would help me down the slide."

She was on the verge of tears. Suddenly she felt Chuck's hand grab hers. It felt safe. She managed to smile. They walked around some more. Finally after two hours of walking they decided to go to the Palace. Instead of going to the Penthouse, Chuck suggested they go to his suite. Blair followed. She knew he wouldn't be upset if she didn't want to do anything. She sat on his couch while he poured them drinks. He broke the silence.

"You okay, Blair?'

"Yeah. I guess."

"You sure?"

She paused. She honestly didn't know. There was no way of knowing how to deal when you just lost your father. It's not like some one wrote a book. She knew people would tell her if she was expressing to much emotion and they would tell her it's not nice for a young lady to be crying so much. If she did that, others would tell her that she didn't care about her father. There simply was no perfect way.

"I don't know."

"Why is that?"

"I guess I feel like it's my fault. Sometimes I wonder if I was the reason my dad became gay, because he knew he couldn't leave my mother because I was born. He couldn't do things he liked. But if I hadn't been around then he could have been gay all he wanted and lived somewhere where he didn't get hurt. Maybe if I was a better person."

"Blair, don't you ever say that. Your father wanted you to be happy. He never died because of you. He loved you."

She looked at him. He was telling the truth. She got up and gave him a kiss. Sometimes a girl just needed to hear something the heart needed. The hug was meaningful. They separated but their lips seemed to be joined. The kissing became more and more passionate with each other's tongues in their mouths. Blair reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it. He started taking off her skirt and her shirt. In a matter of minutes they were in their underwear. Blair quickly took off his boxers. He was a little more torturous. He slowly took of her bra and finally took of her panties. In less than a second he picked her up and brought her to his bed. He lay her down slowly. They kissed and explored each other's bodies as if they were new human beings. Blair's hands on his perfect body and his hands on her lower back. She moaned when he started to push in. He began to moan too. They both knew the other one was thinking. He pushed in one last time and they both collapsed. Their heads landed on the pillows. She smiled at him and he smiled back. They both knew they were at harmony. But their moment was interrupted with a knock at the door.

"Chuck?"

Both lay on the bed in utter shock. Why the hell is he here? thought Chuck. Blair looked at him in panic. This was the last thing she needed. He looked around his room. There were only two places to hide. Under the bed or behind the bar. Before he could think, Blair took the bed sheets and hid behind the bar. She knew how to hide very well. Chuck grabbed a few clothes and threw them on before answering the door. He opened it and there was Carter standing there. Carter spoke first.

"Well took you long enough."

He stepped in. Chuck closed the door.

"What do you want, Carter?"

"Why can't an old friend just stop by."

"Yes, if they were my friend which you are not."

Carter smirked.

"Better be careful, Chuck."

"And why is that?"

"I could destroy you."

Chuck couldn't help but laugh. He swore he heard a little peep from behind the bar. He was thankful that Carter hadn't heard.

"You? Destroy me? Why Carter, you should be a comedian."

Carter glared.

"I could take you down in a second. Anyways I needed to come here to also to warn you that your little girlfriend may not be as lucky as she thinks she is."

"What?"

"Hazel is going to take her down and you know it. So just get her to stop 'scaring' Hazel. We don't need the slut of the Upper East Side taking on fights she knows she can't win."

"So you and that slut you call Hazel are a team? Am I supposed to be petrified. As for Blair, leave her alone. I think she's already had a pretty rough week, so leave her out of this."

"Don't try to protect her. She is going down and so are you!"

Carter stormed out of the suite and slammed the door. Blair came out from behind the bar and came running at Chuck. He caught her. She kissed him so passionately that for a second he didn't know how to respond. Finally she broke off and met his gaze.

"Thank you, Prince Charming."

He gave a small smile before leading her to his bed.

Hello Upper EastSiders,

Spotted: B looking a little sad. Luckily C was there. Later seen B and C at the Palace. 2 hours later, another C was seen going in. Where they talking about a certain war about to take place? What has happened in the upper east side!

XOXO Gossip Girl