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Saturday…

"B, do you like this color?" Serena yelled, walking out of her bathroom. She found Blair lying on her bed, flipping absentmindedly through a fashion magazine. Blair looked up and nodded at Serena's make-up selection.

Blair was wearing her purple dress. The one Chuck planned to match. Her hair and make-up were already done to perfection. But something felt missing. Her heart ached when she remembered Chuck wouldn't be accompanying her.

Serena skipped back into the bathroom. "Nate said he's wearing a green tie. I hope that doesn't look too weird with my orange dress. I wish he had thought of matching me. Too late now, he'll be here in 20 minutes. You told Chuck to meet at my penthouse right?"

"S, there's been a conflict. A scheduling conflict, actually. I'm going solo. But I think it's better this way. The girls would be so lost without me. And I have a little bit of snooping I need to do on a girl that's applying to Yale. A man would just weigh me down," Blair rattled on, forcing a smile.

"Aw, B, he's not coming? I'm so sorry. Is everything okay?" Serena knew her best friend well enough to see right through her laundry list of excuses. She tottered over to Blair on her sky-high heels and enveloped Blair's small frame in a big hug. Blair couldn't put up her facade any longer. She finally broke down and told Serena what happened between Chuck and her.

"B, it's okay. We'll have a lot of fun tonight without him!" Serena assured Blair after she finished telling her story. "You don't need him! Here, let's drink to that! Hmm, where did I leave my stash?" Serena spoke as she walked around her room, head cocked to the side, thinking hard.

"Oh here it is!" she exclaimed pulling out a wine bottle from under her bed. "Oh shit, be right back!"

Serena ran back into the room, giggling. Her stomach looked awkwardly lumpy until she pulled out two wine glasses from under her mini dress. She filed their glasses dramatically and handed Blair one.

"Here's to a Chuck-free Blair!" Serena raised her glass. Blair grinned at her best friend's antics. Serena really did know how to cheer her up.

"No more motherchucker!" Blair yelled and clinked her glass loudly with Serena's. They both giggled like the schoolgirls they still were.

Little did Blair know what Chuck was saying at that moment…

"Blair is special, you know? I've never met anybody as beautiful or smart as her before. I love being with her and she makes me feel things I thought I would never feel. I can't get her out of my head and even if I could, I wouldn't want to," Chuck took a sip of his scotch before continuing to speak.

"But it's not fair! Why did she have to do this? Why can't we just be together without any meaningless labels? I mean this is all new to me. But I just figured we'd let it go where it goes and maybe we'd get around to defining it before the wedding day. Not that I'm saying I'm thinking about us getting married, I'm Chuck Bass for god's sake! I don't dream about fucking weddings.

"But, a wedding with her would be nice. I'm sure she'd look beautiful in white stain, hugging her body in just the right places. She'd probably cry, and I would wipe away her tears…" Chuck cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed at voicing out loud such an intimate fantasy, but continued to speak.

"But, like I said, we've only gotten to know each other for about a month. Though it feels like a lifetime and I can't even picture my days without her now. The way her eyes crinkle slightly when she smiles. The way her laugh can take me out of any foul mood. The way her hair parts slightly to expose her perfect neck, making me forget any thought not about her.

"Why did she have to go and complicate it? I shouldn't have to define it. But I can't lose her. I, Chuck Bass, can not lose Blair Waldorf from my life," Chuck finished, slamming his scotch onto the table dramatically.

"Uh dude, why don't you tell this to her?" A teenage busboy at the restaurant mumbled awkwardly.

Chuck had been dining with his father at an Upper East Side restaurant for dinner that evening. If asked what he and his father had discussed that evening, Chuck would not have been able to answer as his mind was solely preoccupied with thoughts of Blair. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about her since she had left his suite a couple of days ago.

Of course, Chuck would never discuss his feelings with Bart. But when Bart excused himself to answer a business call, the thoughts in Chuck's head refused to be left inside his head for another minute and before Chuck knew it he responded to the busboy's question, "are you done with that salad, sir?" with every little thought that had popped into his head about Blair.

"Don't you have somewhere else to clean, servant?" Chuck jeered.

The young man scampered away to a table on the other side of the restaurant, fearful of losing his job if he stayed around a now apparently angry Chuck Bass. Chuck watched him begin to clean and smirked pleased. Maybe the kid had a point after all. The question was, could Chuck really tell her what he was feeling?

Later that evening, Chuck sat in his suite, nursing a scotch in one hand. In his other hand, he was holding a purple tie. It was the tie he had picked out with Blair. He smiled at the memory of their shopping trip.

He set his scotch down on an end table and fidgeted with the tie he held in his palm. He ran his fingers over the silk fabric, wishing he were touching Blair's silky skin instead. He should have been wearing that tie right now, matching her purple gown, holding her close, and whispering sweet words in her ear.

He glanced up to reach for his drink and noticed the time on the clock.

11:15 pm.

Chuck realized there was only 15 minutes left of the dance. Only fifteen more minutes left for Chuck to be with Blair. Chuck instinctively shot up out of his chair. The shock of seeing his chances slip away propelled him forward to do what he didn't have the strength to do before.

He couldn't live without her. If it meant making a few sacrifices, he knew he had to do it or he would be spending every night alone, sulking in his suite, dreaming about her and wondering what she was doing.

He dramatically dashed to his bedroom and got dressed in a flash. He texted his driver to meet him outside and before he knew it, he was riding along the streets of Manhattan.

He wiped his sweaty palms on the leather seats, right before he reached the venue. Before the limo reached a full stop, he was out of the car and running through the lobby of the upscale hotel, the dance was being held at.

He briefly noted that he couldn't even remember the last time he ran anywhere. Blair really did have him wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger. Even if he didn't want to be, he already was attached to her and only her. He certainly couldn't think about any other girl and he knew if he ever were with another girl, thoughts of Blair would just consume him. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to make it official.

He shoved open the gym door, ready to face the one he couldn't live without. The door closed with a dull thud and he shivered.

"What are you doing here son? The party's over," a scruffy janitor, the only person in the room, called out to him. His voice left a dull, sad echo.

Chuck looked down at his watch.

11:53 pm.

23 fucking minutes.

"B! Come on up and dance with us!" Serena yelled drunkenly across the room to Blair. They were at Penelope's notorious after party, held every year, and attended by the majority of their class. Blair shook her head no, and Serena pouted for a full 30 seconds before squealing with excitement at the next song choice.

While Serena was dancing wildly on top of a dining room table, Blair was snuggled into a plush couch and sipped a glass of wine. Normally, Blair would be up dancing or mingling or scheming, but she wasn't feeling it tonight.

In Blair's mind, she had created a perfect fairy tale for tonight. Chuck would enter and dramatically profess his love for her in the center of the dance floor. They would kiss passionately and then he would scoop her into his arms and whisk her away. Chuck never showed up.

Blair let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Chuck would never be her Prince Charming. She took a sip from her wine glass and looked up. Surprised, she saw The Anti-Prince Charming. She blinked her eyes slowly, not believing it.

But when she opened them, there he was. Hair slightly damp from the drizzling rain outside, purple peonies in one hand while the other was slung casually in his pocket. He stood at the door of the penthouse, scanning the room for her.

He spotted her as she continued to stare at him, openmouthed. Their eyes met and he smiled shyly. Blair looked away, feigning disgust. But Chuck wasn't fooled and he strode toward her.

"Blair," he drawled.

But Blair ignored him and pretended to be fascinated by her drink.

"Blair," he repeated a little louder.

She finally looked up. "What is it, Charles?" she sneered.

"Can we talk?" He glanced to the side taking in the sudden crowd of wandering eyes. "Outside," he added.

"I don't know. I am very busy right now." Blair searched for a nonexistent stain on her dress.

"Please, Blair. Save the charade for some else."

She sighed, but stood up and walked out to the empty patio of the penthouse. He immediately followed suit.

Blair shivered when the cool night air hit her skin. Chuck flinched. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and keep her warm, but she didn't seem too pleased with him at that moment. He pulled his arms back to his side, but he slung his suit coat off his shoulders and held it out to her like a peace offering.

Instead of accepting the coat, she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.

"Waldorf, take the damn coat. I don't want you to get sick."

"How chivalrous, Bass," she teased, keeping her arms snuggled tightly against her body.

But Chuck didn't take no for an answer. He just moved to place the coat around her, so it hung off her shoulders. A serene smile flashed across her face as his fingertips lightly grazed the soft skin of her shoulders, but as quickly as her smile appeared, it was gone.

"Okay Bass, hurry up and say what you want to tell me. I have a party to enjoy." As she spoke, she turned up her chin in a defensive manner, subconsciously trying to disguise her lie with boredom.

"Enjoy? Hardly. You looked miserable tonight without me."

"How would you know? You didn't show up to the dance."

"I wanted to go," Chuck admitted quietly.

"Nothing was holding you back."

"I was holding myself back, Blair. And when I finally decided to go, it was too late. I'm…I'm sorry."

Blair made a face as to say 'go on.'

"I'm not just sorry for being a bad date. I'm sorry for how I acted these past couple of days," Chuck spoke slowly, making sure she was absorbing his words. "And I came here to say…dammit Blair, why did you have to make this so difficult?"

"It's not unreasonable," Blair said, turning away to look out over the New York City skyline.

"It is to me. Before you, I never cared about a girl." The rawness of his words made Blair turn back around to face him.

"Honestly," he continued. "I didn't care about anybody but myself and making sure a random prostitute showed up on time."

Blair flinched at the mention of the other women he slept with, but Chuck kept talking.

"I've never been in a relationship and I've never wanted one. I've never had a girlfriend, but I've also never cared about someone as much as I care about you. Even when I tried to move on, I couldn't. I'm always going to be thinking about you. I mean it's like we're already dating and if the only way I get to have in my life is to make it official, then, I'll make it official." Chuck took a big breath of air when he finished talking.

Then he watched Blair's face soften. A smile played on her lips as she worked his little speech through her mind.

"You're such a sap," she smirked.

He took that as an invitation to move closer. He glided forward and handed her the peonies. She accepted them and took a moment to smell them. He reached for her other hand and entwined their fingers.

"So can we do this? Can we be Blair and Chuck?" Chuck felt his heart beat faster as he spoke.

Blair smiled up at him and nodded. Too stunned to form any other words, she whispered, "Chuck and Blair."

Blair moved closer and kissed him hard, holding the side of his face with one hand. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against his body.

But, then he pulled back slightly, to look into her eyes.

"There's just one thing," he smirked.

"There better not be any prostitutes, because I swear, Chuck Bass, I will cut off those precious family jewels," she growled. Her face became flushed from anger.

"No," he chuckled softly. "No prostitutes. No women, besides you. But I'm new to all of this."

"You've made that crystal clear, Bass."

"You're going to have to walk me through this relationship business."

"I can do that," she smiled and pressed herself closer into his chest.

"Step by step?" He leaned in and spoke against her lips.

"Step by step, Bass" she smiled and then quickly closed the small distance between their lips.

They heard a loud, girlish squeal and looked up to find a smiling Serena clinging to Nate, both watching Blair and Chuck. Serena smiled slyly at the couple, before skipping over.

"B! I'm so happy for you!" Serena yelped. Her words slurred a bit. She pulled Blair out of Chuck's arms into a big bear hug. Blair was stunned for a second, but she smiled and hugged Serena back tightly.

"Take good care of my girl and don't hurt her," Serena warned Chuck. She playfully wagged her finger at him, but the serious tone of her voice hinted she was kidding around. "Or you'll have to answer to Nate's fist."

"What?" Nate piped in. "Nah, man, I'm happy for you guys. Blair's a great girl." Nate leaned over and awkwardly patted Chuck on the back.

"She is," Chuck smiled. The boys stood there, watching the girls hug and whisper to each other. "She really is," Chuck repeated, dumbfounded.

A/N: Are you guys happy Chair is back on? I wouldn't make you guys suffer through them apart for too long :) And I promise the next chapter is back to the regularly scheduled fluff!

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