And now we're picking up right where we left off- and I hope you all enjoy it! I still want to know if there are any pre-series Chair fics, so please let me know if there are any! Thanks to all of my wonderful readers!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own GG. I wish I did.

Blair slammed the door in his face, not even bothering to think. It was instinctive, fast, and as soon as it was shut Blair locked it. She took several deep breaths, trying to reassure herself that she was delusional and that Chuck Bass wasn't outside of her apartment. Chuck Bass wouldn't give up so easily.

He knocked on the door again. "I know you're in there Blair," he shouted through the door. "I saw you open it."

Blair held her face in her hands. What the hell was going on here? She leaned against the door, trying not to hyperventilate.

"What do you want, Bass?" she asked furiously. "Don't give me this, 'it's a friendly lunch' crap."

Chuck chuckled under his breath. "Well, I just wanted to take you out for some fun. Now come on, open the door, Waldorf."

Blair rolled her eyes. "I really don't want to spend an hour trying to deflect your nasty innuendoes. You can go away now."

"My treat," Chuck offered, knocking on the door again.

"It was going to be that in the first place," Blair told him, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Chuck stood there quietly. "You're just scared."

Blair stood up immediately, letting out an angry breath. "What are you talking about?"

Chuck smirked to himself. Manipulation was so easy when it came to Blair Waldorf. When something threatened Blair's pride, she would do anything to defend it. He knew Blair was probably bristling with anger right now.

"You know what I mean," Chuck said, being vague on purpose.

Blair stamped her foot, turned around, and opened the door. She glared at him with rage, trying to make him scared of her. His smirk never left his face, and Blair sighed in defeat. She knew he would never change. When she tried to convince Chuck not to go with Georgina, he did anyways.

"Fine," Blair snapped. "I'm not afraid of you."

She shivered when Chuck reached for her hand, and held it up to his lips. He kissed it longer than Blair preferred, but she didn't try to stop him. When he finally lowered her delicate hand, he smiled widely at her and offered an arm. Blair blinked twice and shook her head.

"Not happening, pal."

She noticed Chuck staring at her left hand for a second. She looked at him, and when he caught her staring at him, he looked away. Blair was suspicious for a second, but as soon as they began to walk, she forgot all about the jealousy in his eyes.

"Where are we going to?" Blair asked as they both got inside the limousine. It was warm and toasty in there, which was nice compared to the bitter cold New York winter. Chuck slammed the door behind him, and the limo started moving.

"A nice restaurant," Chuck answered, barking instructions out to the driver.

Blair crossed her arms and relaxed in the seat. She looked over at Chuck, who was staring at her intently. What did he want from her? Why did he invite her to lunch? And why, Blair wondered to herself, had she agreed to go?

"Nice ring," Chuck commented quietly, motioning to the engagement ring on Blair's left hand.

Blair's pulse quickened and she moved her hand out of his sight rather hastily. "It is nice," Blair commented.

Chuck continued to stare at where her left hand had once been. Blair's heart thudded painfully as she realized exactly why Chuck had invited her to lunch. He was going to trap her into telling all the details about the wedding.

"Why is it on that specific finger?" Chuck asked quietly. He needed to hear it from her. That she was going to get married. He tried not to seem too interested, but that question probably destroyed all his chances of seeming innocent.

Blair's face changed to defensive mode. "You know exactly why it's on there," she told him firmly, trying not to sound too strange.

"Say it," Chuck suddenly whispered, fire in his eyes. "Why is it on there?"

Chuck's smooth voice was commanding, and Blair felt her resolve to tell him nothing waver. "I-I'm getting married," she choked out. "You know who Joseph is. I introduced him all to you a few months ago, and he proposed two nights ago. I wasn't going to tell you."

The muscle in Chuck's jaw clenched tightly. "Why wouldn't you tell your best friend?" he asked slowly, using all his willpower not to explode. It hurt that she wouldn't even tell him that she was going to get married. How could she do something like that to him, after everything? "Did you really think I wasn't going to figure it out sooner or later? Or maybe you would visit me after you got hitched."

Blair moved her face away from him painfully. "You know we're not best friends," she whispered quietly.

"What are we, then?" Chuck spat, looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes. They were wide and fearful. Chuck had the sudden urge to take her into his arms and protect her from whatever was hurting her. Then he realized that he was the one doing the hurt.

Blair moved her face from his. She couldn't bear to look at his face anymore. Deep inside, she knew that she shouldn't even be here. She needed to go shopping, so she could think of her future with Joseph. How did she get in these situations?

"We're neither friends nor enemies," Blair stated simply, trying to keep her voice calm when she desperately wanted to scream. "Now please, I'd like to leave now. I don't feel comfortable having lunch with you."

"Blair, no–" Chuck began, raising his hands to protest.

Blair shook her head. "Driver!" she yelled out, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Please pull over!"

Chuck looked outraged when driver listened to her instructions. He opened his mouth to tell the driver off, but Blair covered his mouth with her gloved hand. He relaxed ever-so-slightly, his eyes softening for just a second. But it was only a second, because when the limousine stopped, Blair removed her hand from his mouth and opened the door, and his eyes grew black again.

It was snowing outside, and Chuck could see Blair's breath as she left the limo. She slammed the door, and he rolled down the window so he could see her one last time before she left. She turned to face him, her face filled with unspoken feelings.

"Can we be friends?" Chuck asked quietly. "Could we, Blair?"

Her face was tiny when she answered. "Maybe," she said. "But not until I'm married. Please, Chuck. Don't talk to me again." She strode away, right into a clothing store, clutching her purse against her body, as if it would make anything better.

Chuck watched her go, staring off into the distance, not really understanding what Blair had just said. What she mean when they said that they weren't friends or enemies? They weren't lovers, even if that was what Chuck desperately wanted their relationship to be. Did he really love her? Chuck pondered the answer to that question as the limo started driving away again.

He was Chuck Bass. Love and Chuck Bass wasn't even supposed to be mentioned in the same sentence. He was the bad boy, the womanizer, and the man who practically had little to no feelings in his empty hole of a heart. That was the reputation he had built for himself. He cared about Nate, and that was it.

But whenever he was with Blair Waldorf, he questioned that fact. She made his heart pump faster, gave his stomach millions of fluttering butterflies, made his palms go sweaty and made his mouth dry when she gave him one of her priceless smiles. Not only was she smart, devious, and manipulative, she was the nicest anyone had ever been to him, even though it was masked by bitterness and sarcasm. The Ice Queen had melted the cold vice around his heart.

Would he give up his life to save her? Would he do anything to get her? Would he fight for her, even if the odds made it seem impossible? Chuck knew the answer almost immediately.

He had been quiet for too long; he was in love with Blair Waldorf, and he was going to grab her before she would be swept away from another man's arms forever. He wasn't going to be a failure like his father always predicted he would be. If there was one thing Chuck Bass was, it was stubborn.

But as the limo drove through the snowy streets of New York, he remembered how Blair had made him feel in the limo while they were having their discussion earlier. He had never felt self-conscious, vulnerable, and weak. But he and Blair had passion that one night at his house, when she had kissed him. He couldn't forget that.

What if Blair saw the real him? That was thought that haunted him as went to bed alone that night.