AHHHHH! Sorry I've been M.I.A. been super busy with stuff! So anyone want to talk about the first episode! : ) Welcome back! Can't wait for the next episode!

So this is the next chapter(duh) I really hope you like it, any problems? Anything you love? Please review! Maybe I'll send Chuck to thank you, in the most inappropriate way ;)

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Blair stormed out the room and headed straight to the elevator, she stepped straight in and pressed the button. Tears began to fall down her face, she couldn't fall apart here, she couldn't fall apart here. She needed to go somewhere else, home, the cool porcelain of her toilet seat to relive herself. Before she could even contemplate the thought anymore, Chuck slipped into the elevator with her.

"what do want Bass?" she hissed

"retract the claws, Waldorf" the Elevator went quiet. She thought about the message again you can wait out the storm, but your kingdom will crumble around you. The tears pushed over again, one by one they fell. This was not good. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, this needed to stop. She needed to relax.

Chuck's hands came around her waist and he pulled her back into his chest and placed his chin on her head.

"Look, it doesn't matter…"he started

Blair pulled out of his arms and turned.

"yes it does, Chuck, she doesn't care about anything she doesn't care about the rules or social hierarchy. Social destruction doesn't work. She doesn't care that I'm Blair Waldorf! It's over." She fell into his chest. He kissed her temple and rubbed her back soothingly. He had changed, when she needed him he had come through. It had taken awhile but he had finally stopped running. She just needed those three words. Eight letters. And she could cope, whatever he threw at her, whatever anyone threw at her.

She felt him draw back and she looked up. He was smiling gently at her, he moved his hand to her and started out of the elevator, he gently tugged on her hand and she followed.

They were on the street before she realized they were heading to his limo. She stopped there hands still entwined, he turned and looked at her.

"where are we going?" she asked. He moved closer toward her and tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear.

"home" he whispered.

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She followed him into the waiting limo and slid on the seats. He kept their hands locked as they set off down the busy New York street.

She didn't know where he meant, and frankly she didn't care. But she knew She was Blair Waldorf and Blair Waldorf didn't give up.

It wasn't until Chuck tugged on Blair's hand that she noticed the limo had pulled up. She moved along the seat towards the door where Chuck's hand was waiting. She moved out and set both feet on the pavement before standing up, stepping forward before looking up, they were at Victrola. A smile slipped on to her lips, this is exactly where she needed to be, somewhere were she could relax, she could put out of her mind that there was a psycho bitch out there. She felt his hand on the small of her back and followed him in. The club was quite but a few patrons sat around the room, drinking and smoking talking in hushed voices. He led her to the bar and she sat on a cushioned school placed strategically along the bar. He ordered a dry martini and the bar tender obeyed at once eager to please his employer.

"nothing for you" she raised an eyebrow at him " I know how you love a drink"

He smiled gently at her and waited for the bartender to set down her drink.

"I had an ulterior motive" he started

"don't you always…"he smirked at her

"Yes, however this is not of the sexual kind" he stroked her cheek "its business, give me 20 minutes" he turned and started to walk away

"Bass" she called "you leave me alone in a bar for 20 minutes, you better make it up to me"

"don't I always"

She smiled as she took a sip of her drink; she whipped out her phone and texted Dorota. Dinner tonight was finally sorted and, thank God, her mother was out of town or she would have never heard the end of her calorie loaded dessert.

She took a taste of her martini. How did chuck remember that as her favorite drink? When she was dating Nate it would take him 5 guess to get her order even remotely right. Only once to get Serena's. They were suited she thought to herself. Two blondes who, as much as she loved them, barley had a brain cell each. Nate had always played the attentive boyfriend, but never filled the role completely. His performance lacked a certain skill, distinction; he had suited Blair well enough for society events and her own fairytale life. Nevertheless, she had realized, life wasn't a fairytale and Nate Archibald didn't belong with her, much less to her.

Chuck was a different matter, society wasn't fond of him, but he suited her. He was a match in passion and wit. Keeping her entertained with both, he looked at her as his equal and his property. Not in a oppressive way, she felt completely safe and utterly free at once with him, but he looked at her so she felt like…Blair Waldorf was speechless. And it was entirely Chuck Bass' fault.

She downed her drink in one.

"easy kitten" he slid up along side of her and she jumped. Her trail of thought had kept her occupied for longer then she thought.

"afraid I can't handle it?" she whispered as they walked past some business men, chuck put his hand around her waist as they eyed Blair from behind.

"not at all…im afraid I can't" Yes it was entirely Chuck Bass' fault.

She beamed to the floor.