A/N: Hello, everyone!

I hope you all had a wonderful Gossip Girl Monday. I was so excited all week that I wrote extra fast and I have a new chapter for you only a week after the posting the last one.

SPOILER ALERT! So...what did you guys think of last night's episode? I knew that it wouldn't be that easy, but I still got really excited when Blair said she wanted to be with Chuck. And then my hopes were crushed. So did anyone else think that Chuck's photo by himself was a huge opportunity that was just wasted? I mean they could have done a lot with that, like showing who his true family is...Blair. He looked so sad and alone. It broke my heart. And what's up with Charlie? Why did she leave school? And why wouldn't Aunt Carol tell Lily?

I just have to comment on the promo. Truly awesome! I have watched it so many times, it's disgusting. I love Chuck's scruffiness when he's talking to Nate! I'm not too sure about Blair's curls though. I kind of thought she looked like a poodle. But maybe I'll think differently when I see her for more than 2 seconds at a time and I can get a good look.

You guys were so awesome with your reviews last chapter! Thank you so much to LeftWriter224, QueenBee10, lisottina81, TriGemini, Chemromance98, UnwrittenGirl, Anon, pty, Emma, Curious Blonde, Temp02, Kumiko212, and shopno. You guys are awesome and I love hearing from you!

And a special shoutout goes to QueenBee10, TriGemini, and lisottina81 because they have reviewed every chapter. I love you guys! Thanks for taking a time out of your busy lives to tell me what you think of my little story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl. If I did, the show would be called Newlyweds: Chuck and Blair and the other characters would only make brief appearances between the endless scenes of hot Chair sex and witty one-liners.

There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and it's

Bringing me out the dark

...

The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love they leave me breathless

I can't help feeling

...

We could have had it all

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hand

And you played it to the beat

Rolling in the Deep - Adele

Blair woke up surrounded by heat. She felt warm and safe and happy. She snuggled even closer to the source of all the heat and inhaled. Peppermint…cigars…scotch…

Blair's eyes snapped open. As she took in the face only inches from her own, she realized she should have known who it was just from the heat. She had only ever felt that kind of heat with one person. She watched in alarm as that person's eyes fluttered open while his arms pulled her closer.

At the feel of his arms tightening around her, Blair's heart gave a little stutter. She quickly squashed the warm feeling that came over her. Blair knew he probably didn't even realize that he was doing it. It was only a habit, a reflex. When they were together, she had loved that moment right before he woke up. He had always pulled her closer to him (quite a feat, as most of the time she was already wrapped tightly around him) as if making sure that she would be the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. But they weren't together anymore. She was with Louis now. She loved Louis. She was marrying Louis.

All thoughts fled from her mind when he finally opened his eyes. She found herself staring deep into his warm, chocolate eyes. His hand came up and caressed the nape of her neck. She felt heat shoot down her spine and she shivered against him. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

"Well, Waldorf, I know I'm hard to resist, but couldn't you at least have woken me up. It's always more fun when both parties are conscious. Believe me."

At his lewd words, Blair snapped out of the daze she was in and realized that she had yet to untangle herself from him. She was suddenly hyperaware of his body; the way his hand was now tangled in the curls at the base of her neck, the way his hips were pressed up against hers, the way his heart was beating so steadily beneath her palm.

"Chuck!" she snapped. She attempted to sit up, but Chuck's arms were wrapped so tightly around her that she barely moved.

"Chuck!" she shrieked again. "Let me go!" She used both hands to push against his chest until he finally let go of her waist and allowed her to escape from his arms. She scooted away from him and sat up. His eyes traveled over her body in a way that brought a blush to her cheeks and warmth to the pit of her stomach.

"Nice outfit, Waldorf," he said with another smirk.

"Chuck! What are you doing here? And why are you in my bed?" Blair questioned him. She decided to ignore his comment on her outfit. She was absolutely mortified that he was seeing her in such a state, but she refused to give him any more ammunition by admitting that.

"I came to talk to you but if you have any better ideas, I'm open to suggestions," he drawled.

"Here's a suggestion: get out!"

"My, my…looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"I didn't wake up on the wrong side; I woke up with the wrong person. Now get out!" Blair yelled.

"Really? Is that why you were trying to molest me?" Ignoring her demands for him to leave, Chuck just sat there with that stupid smirk on his face. Blair wanted to punch him.

"Fine. I'll leave." Blair scooted to the edge of the bed, preparing to get up and get dressed to go see Louis. But before she could, Chuck grabbed her wrist.

"Blair, what the hell happened to your leg?"

Blair looked down to see that the shorts had ridden up her thigh and the bruise that Louis had given her was exposed. The discoloration on her pale skin was very apparent, even in the waning late afternoon light.

"Oh…umm…nothing," she stuttered, yanking the material down to cover the black-and-blue.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Blair. What happened?"

"It is nothing! I tripped…and fell over a chair." Blair said the first thing that came to mind. She winced when she realized what a dumb excuse it was.

Chuck looked at her suspiciously. She stared back at him, keeping her expression smooth and even. She couldn't give him any cause to doubt her. She would go live in Brooklyn before she would let him know what was really going on.

"Blair Waldorf doesn't trip," Chuck contradicted.

"Well…I…had been drinking," Blair responded. "And why do you even care?" She glared at him.

"I care," Chuck said so softly it was almost a whisper. "You know I do."

Blair's chest constricted. She hated feeling like this, so confused about her relationship with Chuck.

"Really? You didn't seem to care when you sold me to your uncle for a hotel, or when you slept with Jenny Humphrey." And then Blair remembered she wasn't confused. She didn't have a relationship with Chuck. She had one with Louis. And she had to make that clear to Chuck.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Chuck. I'm marrying Louis."

Chuck's eyes snapped down to glare at the diamond on her left hand. She ran her thumb over the hard edges self-consciously. Chuck shifted his gaze back to hers and she thought she would cry from the overwhelming sadness in his eyes. But then his stare hardened into one of determination.

"We're inevitable, Waldorf. This thing with Louis won't last. You know it as well as I do."

"You're wrong. I love Louis and he loves me," Blair retorted angrily. She jumped off the bed and strode quickly over to the door and yanked it open. "Now get out!"

Chuck just slid slowly to the edge of the bed and put his shoes back on. He stood up and went to look in Blair's mirror to put his bowtie on. As he slipped his jacket on, Blair had to suppress a sudden urge to rip it back off.

Chuck stalked over to her with a predatory look in his eye. For each step he took towards her, she took one back. She hadn't even realized she was doing it until her back was pressed up against the wall and there was nowhere left to run. With two more steps, Chuck was close enough to touch.

"How can you say you love him? You've only been with him for a month. It took you over a year to say it to me."

"Yeah…and then you threw it back in my face."

"Blair-"

"No, Chuck. We're done. You've broken my heart too many times. I'm marrying Louis," Blair said with finality.

Chuck's expression darkened considerably at the mention of Blair's impending marriage. He took another step closer to her and raising his arms, placed his hands on either side of her head, effectively trapping her. Blair's heart was beating so hard inside her chest that she was afraid he would hear it.

"Louis will never be able to completely satisfy you. We both know I'm the only one who can do that." Chuck leaned in until his lips were almost brushing hers. "When you're ready to admit that, you know where to find me." He stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. With one last smirk, he was out the door.

Blair let out the breath she had been holding and slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. She put her head in her hands and just sat there for a minute, trying to calm her racing pulse. Once again, Chuck Bass had left her mind and her heart in a muddled mess. He was acting like- No, it didn't matter how he was acting. She was with Louis now. Sure, she may not feel the same all-consuming passion for Louis that she did for Chuck, but that kind of thing would fizzle out eventually, right? Louis was everything she'd always dreamed of. He was handsome, smart, polite, rich, and to top it all off, he was a prince. Louis was the perfect catch. Even her mother approved.

Blair raised her head and glanced at her clock. It was almost five. She had to hurry to get ready for her date with Louis. Her hair was a mess and she had less than two hours to fix it.

"Dorota," Blair called frantically. She heard quick footsteps and then Dorota burst through the door.

"Yes, Miss Blair?"

"Dorota, I need to get ready for my date with Louis. We have to hurry. I have to leave in an hour and a half. Louis doesn't like it when I'm late."

"Yes, Miss Blair." As Dorota started to brush the tangles out of her hair, Blair thought back to the first and last time she had been late to meet Louis.

Blair rushed into the restaurant and when she spotted Louis, hurried over to his table. She plopped down in the chair across from him, a little out of breath. "Louis, I'm so sorry I'm late. I was out shopping with Serena and we just lost track of the time," Blair apologized. She felt really bad. She was thirty minutes late. She shouldn't have let Serena drag her into Barney's; she always spent more time in there than she meant to.

Louis just nodded at her, his eyes cold. He motioned the waiter over to the table and proceeded to order. Blair quickly looked over the menu, her cheeks burning with shame.

The dinner was tense, to say the least. Blair tried to engage Louis in conversation, but he said very little. She finally gave up and resorted to pushing her uneaten food around her plate.

When they were finally in the car, Blair tried again. She reached out and touched his arm.

"Louis, I really am sorr-"

She stopped abruptly when she felt a stinging pain across her cheek and she was knocked into the door, the handle digging harshly into her side. She looked up in shock to see Louis' hand raised, ready to strike again. Instead, he grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.

"Don't ever make me wait again," Louis said in a threatening voice.

Blair nodded and Louis let go of her chin and turned to stare out the window. Blair brought her hand up to her throbbing cheek as tears filled eyes. They rode the rest of the way to Blair's penthouse in silence. When the car finally stopped, Blair got out without even a backward glance. She rushed straight to her bathroom where she threw up everything in her stomach without even needing the help of her fingers. When she was done, she sat next to the toilet and cried until her eyes ran dry. She knew she would have to break up with Louis. But he had been so perfect. Blair fell asleep that night with a heavy heart and an aching cheek.

Blair had been determined to break up with him, but the next day Louis had come to her with roses in his arms, remorse in his eyes, and a tearful apology on his lips. He promised her it would never happen again. And she believed him.

The next few days had been perfect, straight out of a fairytale, and when he brought her his grandmother's ring, she didn't hesitate to say yes. It was only later that night that she realized that the ring she would wear for the rest of her life wasn't the one she had been dreaming of since she first saw it in Paris and she cried herself to sleep.

Blair knew that it wasn't Louis' fault that bruises littered her pale skin. It was her own. If she didn't make him so angry, everything would be fine. She just needed to be better. And she would be, no matter what.

A/N: Blair's excuse for her bruise actually happened to me in real life. It hurt like hell and left a very nasty looking black-and-blue on my thigh. So I hope this kind of cleared up Blair's thoughts a little. I wanted to give you guys a peek inside her head, which is why this chapter is all in her POV. I hope you enjoyed it and please review!