A/N: I know that the last chapter was a little drama free, so I hope this one makes up for it, Enjoy!

Chuck sat on his bed. Blair refused to sit beside him until he got better. He flipped through channels. Nothing good was on. He turned off the TV and threw the remote to the side. Even thought Blair had only been gone for twenty minutes, he still missed her. He felt like he had to do more for her know. He lost her once and didn't plan on making that mistake again. He rested his head back against the headboard and closed his eyes. Maybe he could try to forget that day, but he knew he couldn't.

Chuck sat on a stool in a pub near the St. Gregory. Blair had left that morning to meet with executives from Vogue. Chuck knew it was probably good news. He took a sip of his beer. He had never been one for the taste of it, but he just had a craving for it all of a sudden. He looked at his watch. It read four fifty-seven. Blair had said she would be back around six. He sighed and took another sip of the beer. He sat in silence counting down the minutes until he could put his arms around her and kiss her. This was a strange thing, this love thing. It made him feel happier. Chuck Bass was supposed to be the guy that was anything but happy but Blair had managed to change that. How ever did a petite, doe-eyed brunette do that? Chuck didn't care, he was just glad she did. He loved everything about her. He did have to admit, he was scared about love but he was sure he'd be alright.

"Hey there, handsome."

Chuck looked up from his drink to the lady who had interrupted his thoughts. She was a five foot seven blonde. Her hair was put into a messy bun. Her clothes were a little revealing. She might have been a girl that Chuck would have picked up, if he was drunk and smoke two joints. The lady slid onto the stool next to his. Chuck didn't even bother looking at her. What a slut she was. She started moving her hand towards his legs. Pretty soon it was massaging his thigh. He looked up at the woman. She had a naughty grin on her face. Chuck rolled his eyes and took her hand off his thigh. She gave him a confused look. Chuck smirked.

"Sorry, but I'm taken."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. She's my truelove."

"That's what they all say."

"No, that's what all the pathetic men say to you. See, I'm not a pathetic man. I am a Bass."

The woman recognized the name instantly.

"Bass did you say?"

Chuck sighed.

"Yes, now can you leave me alone?"

"Just one question."

Chuck let out a frustrated sigh.

"What!"

The lady sat there calmly.

"Do you really care about her?"

Chuck looked her straight in the eye.

"Yes."

He didn't need to explain to much to the bimbo. It was very likely she had no idea what true love was. He took another sip of his beer. The bimbo started to move closer to him. Chuck rolled his eyes. He turned to the girl.

"Look, I'm not interested."

She didn't stop. She started leaning in closer. He tried moving back, but he didn't have that much room. Before he could do anything, he found her lips pressed against his. She smelled horrible and he was sure she hadn't popped a mint in her mouth. He tried to pull back but her hands were holding his face in place. What the hell was she doing? The alcohol started to kick in and he started kissing her back. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because he missed Blair or because he was an idiot, but he did it. He did an unforgivable sin. They made out for a bit. He couldn't believe he had done that to Blair, with this stupid slut! They separated. Her cheap lipstick was smeared. She sent him a retarded smile.

"Let's go back to your place."

He didn't know why he hadn't said anything. Maybe it was the beer. He knew he hated beer but now he had good reason to hate it. It ruined his life. They took a cab to the Saint Gregory. They arrived at the hotel and took the elevator to the floor where he and Blair were staying. He couldn't believe what a fucking idiot he was being. Why couldn't he just say no. What is fucking wrong with him! They stepped inside the suite. She pushed him onto the couch. It was obvious she was stronger right now. Maybe if Chuck hadn't had that beer. She started making out with him. He was like a robot. He was there but he wasn't reacting to her, she started to take him off the couch and lead him to the bedroom. Not the bedroom! That was for him and Blair only. He decided it was time to tell her off. He looked at her.

"Leave you bitch!"

She laughed and continued leading him toward the bedroom. Once there, she pushed him onto the bed. Chuck couldn't get up in time, she lay on top of him and started to fiercely make out with him. He didn't know what to do. This bitch wouldn't get off him. She went for his shirt and unbuttoned it. It ended up on the floor. Next she went for his pants. She took them off in a hurry. His hands were clutching the bed sheets. He was wishing so hard to get out of there. The bimbo started taking off her own clothes. Before he knew it, she was naked and rolling him on top of her. She looked at him.

"Take off your boxers."

"No."

"I said take them off!"

She dug her nails into his skin. It hurt like shit. He did as she asked. If he made her happy then she could leave and walk out of his life forever. Seemed like a good plan. She looked at him. A naughty grin took over her face.

"Come in."

"Hell no!"

"Just come in."

"No, you slut."

"Well what the hell do you think sex is? Looking at two naked people? Come in!"

Before he could respond, she brought herself to him. He couldn't believe how much of a slut this girl was. She started bucking her hips. It was uncomfortable if he was still so he started doing the same. She will be gone soon! He kept thinking. The blonde brought her head up and looked behind him. Her eyes widened.

"Isn't that the girl you have a picture of in your wallet?"

Chuck looked up and saw Blair. She was standing in shock. Tears came down her face. How could he have done this to her? How could he hurt her? He quickly got off the slut and walked over to Blair. She didn't even make eye contact with her. He thought of the only words that he could think of. His drunkenness affected his thinking.

"Blair, it's not what it looks like."

What the hell did that mean? What was it supposed to look like? He couldn't believe he had cheated on her. The person that made him whole. She looked up at him. Anger was the only thing that could be seen in her eyes. The slut had already left, thank God. Blair didn't say a word to him. He grabbed a robe and put it over his naked body. She started getting her suitcases out. No, she couldn't. She couldn't leave. If any of them should be leaving it should be him. Half of her clothes were already packed.

"Please Blair, please let me explain!"

She didn't listen to him. She continued to pack her belongings. Chuck couldn't believe how much of an idiot he was. He watched her. He watched the tears fall from her eyes. He had caused them. He had caused her pain after all of the times he had promised he wouldn't. He wanted to wipe them away, but he couldn't wipe away the past.

"Blair don't go! I was an idiot! Please don't go."

She didn't listen to him. He was invisible. She zipped up her suitcase and got hold of the other one. She walked out of the suite doors. He wanted to run after her. He loved her. He truly loved her. But he couldn't go after her. If she didn't want him, then he would have to respect that. He sat on the edge of the bed. He put his head in his hands. He tried to fight them back, but the tears came. Chuck Bass didn't cry, but for Blair new things started to happen. He couldn't believe what he had done. He cried for a bit. Good thing no one would ever see him. Finally, after his tears had come out, he walked into the bathroom. He washed his face and looked up at the mirror. Who did he see? It wasn't the new and improved Chuck Bass. It wasn't the old Chuck Bass either. It was a bastard. A cold blooded bastard. He couldn't take what he had done. He looked at his reflection.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! How could you do that to the one person you loved in life. What the fuck!"

He hit the reflection. He didn't care how much it cost to replace the mirror. He hated himself. He leaned on the wall but started going downwards. He sat on the floor while his back was against the wall. He looked at his right hand. His blood covered it. He looked up. He deserved it. He was a cold blooded bastard. He put his right hand over his heart. That was just a part of his broken heart.

The next day, he took the Bass jet back to New York. He was glad when he arrived. He started asking around, trying to find where Blair was. He was upset to learn that she hadn't returned. For the next seven months he stayed locked up in his suite and read novel after novel. Anything to not face reality. Too bad he had to come out and see Blair face to face on that one day when his step sister had an announcement to make.

"Chuck!"

Chuck's eyes opened and he smiled. Blair was standing beside him. She was holding a spoon in one hand and soup in the other.

"Lunch time, Bass."

He sat up straight and made room for her on the bed. She set the soup on the side table. She dipped the soup in and let it fill with soup. She blew on it before putting it in Chuck's mouth.

"Do you like? It's chicken noodle."

"I haven't had that since I was a kid."

"I know, that's why I thought you would enjoy it."

Chuck smiled.

"Well you thought right."

She smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead. They finished the soup in peace. After the soup had been digested, Chuck looked at Blair.

"Please do not tell me you have some medicine lined up for me, Nurse Blair."

"Nurse Blair. I like it."

"Does she make house calls."

Blair smirked.

"Only if the patient is in desperate need and demands to be treated right away."

Chuck flashed a naughty smirk.

"I think those would happen very day."

"Only after your fever is gone."

Chuck let out an annoyed sigh. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid fever, he thought. Blair giggled.

"Don't worry Bass, I'll make it up to you when you get better."

"You better."

"You know I will."

She gave him another kiss on his forehead. I guess I'll have to live with that for now, the both of them thought.

Meanwhile, Serena and Dan sat in the living room of the loft. They were watching Grease. Serena popped some popcorn in her mouth. Dan spoke.

"I can't believe my sister likes High School Musical."

Serena rolled her eyes.

"Let it go Dan. She likes High School Musical."

Dan sighed.

"It's just that, why can't she like Grease? It's basically everything that High School Musical is. Boy and girl meet on vacation. Girl ends up going to his school. They find each other but their friends don't want them to be with each other. Some music and dancing. Sound familiar?"

Serena sighed.

"Fine, it is sort of similar. Now let me enjoy Grease. Let me enjoy the original High School Musical."

They both shared a laugh. When the movie was finished, Dan offered to make dinner. Serena sat at the counter and watched him work.

"Tomorrow I will talk to Blair."

Dan looked up from chopping the lettuce.

"That's great, I guess."

"Well you should be happy. I mean unless you want me spending all of my time with you."

All of the time? I think not. I need my space, he thought. He smiled at his wife.

"You know how much I love you, but maybe Blair isn't that bad of thing."

Serena giggled. Tomorrow, everything would be fine, right?