"Fuck" Chuck groaned as he threw his phone down on the bed. Blair hadn't answered her phone for 5 days now, and he was getting worried. Everything had been so good with them; there was nothing that had happened to trigger this unfair silence, nothing that he could think of anyway. "Fuck it" he mumbled to himself and called his car to meet him out front.

XOXO

After being dropped off in front of her building, he hurried up to her floor (well, hurried as much as you can in an elevator) and urgently knocked on her door. He was very much surprised with what he saw when she opened the door. Tangled, un-washed hair, no makeup, and an ill-fitting Juicy Couture tracksuit (that exposed her ever growing belly) she had probably acquired in her early teens, before the headband and pencil skirt style had set in that is. This was not a Blair he knew. Not only were track suits against her religion, but never was Blair known to be lying around after noon.

When she saw who it was, she narrowed her eyes at him and slammed the door in his face. "Blair! What the hell!" Chuck yelled and banged on the door.

"As if you didn't know!" Blair yelled back.

"Blair! What happened? What did I do?"

"You asshole! You lied to me! You saw that I was vulnerable and took advantage of it. You impregnated me for God's sake!"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

She opened the door, tears streaming down her face. "You lied to me" she said softly.

"Blair…" he reached for her, but she backed away. He sighed. "When did I lie to you?"

Her face hardened. "All this time. Since I woke up with amnesia. You've been leading me on, pretending what happened didn't happen."

"Blair, what happened? I don't know what you're talking about."

"At the bar! When you told me nothing we had was real, it was all just a game. I was willing to leave Nate for you, and you broke my heart…again! Oh, after all that time, we could have been something Chuck, but you were just too much of a coward to do anything about it! Well, I'll tell you something. That night I vowed never to have anything to do with you again, and you know what, I think I'm going to stick to that." She started to close the door again, but he caught it with his hand.

"Wait" he said. "You remember, up to that night in the bar?"

"Yes" she said stiffly.

He knew he should be devastated right now, but somehow that little spark of hope in him was holding back that emotion. "Do you know what this means?"

She looked slightly confused. He didn't wait for an answer. "This means your memory is coming back!" he exclaimed. "I never lied to you Blair, there is so much more to happen after that night, and let me tell you that is probably one of the worst places you could have left off at, but that's okay! If you regained all of that memory, I'm sure that the rest will come soon as well."

She still looked slightly confused at his outburst, but quickly composed herself. "Goodbye Chuck" she said emotionless, and once again closed the door in his face.

His heart sank. He was hoping she would just believe him, but then again she probably had no reason to. He silently cursed his old self as he rode the elevator back down.

As he entered his suite and sank down on the couch, a new feeling of hope came upon him. She would remember the rest, she just simply had to. Seeing as there was no way in hell she was going to talk to him in her present state, all he had to do now was wait for that moment to come. Assuming it did come of course, but for once in his life, Chuck chose to be optimistic about the situation.

XOXO

A whole month passed. A whole month went without seeing or speaking to Blair. Chuck was beginning to feel anxious. There were only 2 months now before the baby came, what would happen if she hadn't spoken to him by then? Would she put the baby up for adoption… she hadn't seemed too excited about the baby last time he had seen her. Perhaps this whole ordeal had turned her off the idea of raising a child. He probably wouldn't even be informed when she went in to labor, heck he wondered if he would even know the baby had been born until the birth announcement in the paper. No, Serena or Nate would let him know...wouldn't they?

He quickly downed his last drop of Scotch and fell back on his bed. What a nightmare. Not just this past month, but the whole damn 9 months since the accident. How had it started? The familiar guilt burned inside that the whole incident was his fault. He had needed to get her out of the way…he had had to make a call, making sure what he had planned for her had been ready. It was hard to even remember what it was that he was planning to do, but the constant reminder lay tucked in the drawer of his bedside table, where he could see it all too often. Funny, any time before the accident seemed like a far off distant memory.

Chuck sat up, running his hands through his hair. "This is too much" he mumbled and reached for his phone. "Hi, I need the Bass jet ready to leave in the next hour? I don't care where. Uh, Brazil. Yea, lets go with Brazil. Okay, thanks."

Hi guys! Shorter chapter, but I'm saving what's coming next for the next chapter. So, it was another 3 months before I updated, I'll try and do better, it's just really hard for me to get motivated. I do really want to finish this though because the last 1 or 2 chapters are going to be good. So I'll try to do them before Monday, but it's not likely. As always, reviews are amazing.