:)Hello, my beautifuls. So... i'm sorry i couldn't update last night, but i had a physics test and school always comes first, so i just began the chapter and tonight i finished it. BIG NEWS:

1. I'm in honor roll! So expect the last chapter (and possibly, the longest) between tomorrow and Saturday. I will finish on Sunday because that day will be dedicated to everything Oscars related so... i will definitely finish this before the weekend ends.

2. Have you seen the GG sneak peeks? if you haven't CHECK THEM OUT, i am a true Chair fan and will always be, so for the chair lovers, don't get your hopes up because it's ALL SERENATE; i mean, i love them apart, but from what i've seen, it's like DERENA but with more sex (LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX), not that i don't love either couple, it's just that i have a problem with Blake's kissing: IT'S LIKE SHE'S TRYING TO SUCK THE GUY'S HEAD, ew! But still! check it out, they're pretty cool and it kills some of the gg less pain :s

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So.. to end this super looong author's note: read and enjoy:)

TGP

He had been shutting her out on purpose. She would be all over his ass if he told her before he was sure; bombarding him with questions… he just couldn't handle it.

He hated that about himself; he was never strong enough for her. He was never good enough for her. It disgusted him how weak and secretive he was; he wanted to tell her everything, but this was just too much. To say he was relieved was an understatement when Mike finally confirmed that, in fact, the woman was his biological mother. Evelyn Bass was back in New York to visit Bart's grave.

"Your…" she trailed off and gasped. "Your mother!" all thoughts of sex left his mind when her little, but abnormally strong, hand slapped sharply against his bare chest. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?!" Chuck winced at her; this was what he was trying to avoid.

"Blair, calm down." She was so worked up. "This is just-…"

"Something you wanted to deal with on your own?" her eyes filled with tears; why did he have to do that? Shut her out and drop a huge bomb to her. She was sick of hearing the same excuse 'I need to do this on my own', 'I don't need your help'… damn it! She was so frustrated and hurt. Her voice was weak, but she kept her emotions in check. "Chuck I'm sick of this independence act you always try to pull off! I know that the average girlfriend wouldn't care about their boyfriend's life, but we're not most couples. We're Chuck and Blair, equals, best friends… partners in crime."

"We are unique…" he mused out loud. "I'm just trying to figure it out. I don't want to bring you down with my issues; you have enough of your own."

"I want you to pull me down with you. When you're feeling sad, I will listen and even cry with you, when you smile, I'll smile and keep you happy. Chuck, I want to be there… always." She was standing in front of him, bearing her soul; this felt like déjà vu. There she was, all perfect, saying all the right things, and him… speechless.

So he told her with a small smile on his face; it was almost sad. "You've left me speechless." She felt elated; she knew he was surrendering. "But you need to understand that I don't work that way. I need my privacy." There he goes and ruins it…

"I'm not asking you to tell me every single detail of your day. Just like I'm not going to tell you I'm getting like… my period. But things like finding a long lost parent thought dead, you should maybe tell." Sarcasm dripped her tone. "God, I feel used." She whispered sadly.

"Used? Blair, come on, come to bed." His bored tone was getting to her, really, really getting to her. She was already standing away from him, flustered from anger and lust. She had never been so confused.

"I thought…" she began, taking a deep breath. "that after our talk in the hospital you would finally feel like you could actually talk to someone about things like Bart… just… the things that are hard for you to talk about. And that it would be me, since it's… you know… me.

But, instead you're acting like there is nothing wrong, Chuck." Serena's words came rushing into her mind when she spoke that last sentence. Whenever something happens that is not part of your plan, you pretend like it doesn't exist. You act like you're in this movie about your perfect life, but I have to remind you that the only one watching it is you.

"Nothing is wrong." He snarled; he didn't like her understanding things he didn't want her to understand. She wanted her to be clueless and let him be miserable and confused. It was his life, not hers.

"Something is wrong. We're not connecting." She stressed.

Blair knew Chuck hated being told how he felt, ever since he was a boy. He didn't care about rules, he broke them, but if someone tried to read him aloud… it really got to him; Especially Blair. He didn't want her to see him like that… weak and angry at himself. He wanted her to look at him as the perfect, wonderful man he dreamed of being. He wanted her to look at him like he looked at her; adoringly and just… in love. He knew she loved him. She showed him every single day. Actions may speak louder than words, but feelings, even if they are not heard… they are so much more powerful than anything. And Blair could never feel what he felt. She would never feel the constriction in his chest every time she walked away, even if it was just to get some water after their lovemaking; she would never smile at the feeling of the butterflies in his stomach every time he saw her; she would never love him how he loved her.

He was Chuck Bass, an asshole, so deeply enamored (bounded to eternity by heart, soul and body) by Blair Waldorf (a goddess).

He rolled his eyes, and instantly regretted it. He watched with a bored expression as tears fell down her beautiful face and a soft whimper escaped her lips; he was torn. Should he comfort her and admit that everything was wrong and that he would explain everything and be as amazing as she was, or at least try; or should he just be an ass about it?

The first option let him keep his girlfriend.

So he stood and kissed her cheek, lingering on the spot. "I love you. And I'm sorry." Her heart soared as she heard the sweet sound of him surrender. She hated seeing him so miserable; she knew Chuck hated to be told what he was feeling. She was, after all, his soul mate; his one and only. But, sometimes, he needed to be told what was going on. He could be so oblivious sometimes.

She sniffled and rested her forehead against his broad shoulder, hiding her tear streaked face. "Say why you're sorry for, Bass." She mumbled against his skin.

"I'm sorry for being me." She pulled away and kissed his lips softly.

"Don't apologize for being you; rephrase." She demanded. He loved her so fucking much.

He snorted and pressed his cheek against her. It was like they were swaying with the music of their love. "I'm sorry for being an ass… and for keeping things from you; worrying you."

"You have serious communication issues." She pouted, batting her lashes prettily at him. He would do anything to see that pout disappear.

"I have my communication issues, and you, my lady, have anger issues." She caressed the angry red mark in his chest and looked up at him apologetically. "But it's ok." He added in a whisper. "I like them feisty."

She kissed the spot softly. "I'm sorry."

"Her name is Evelyn, as you already knew, and she is, in fact, not dead." Blair raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. "I saw her the night I went to Bart's grave."

Smack. OUCH "You've been keeping this from me since that night!?" and they were back to fighting. "Chuck!"

"Look, it was really weird knowing I had a mother. Knowing I'm not an orphan anymore. Blair, for the first time, I feel like maybe I'm not completely alone in this world." His eyes were bright with unshed tears; she couldn't imagine how he must be feeling: the same night his father died, a year later, he gets a mother whom he thought was dead.

"Except your psycho uncle…" she muttered under her breath.

"He is not my family." He said sharply. Blair winced at his tone, she should probably keep her recent meeting with Jack to herself; Chuck would probably dump and kill her ass if he knew. "I had a meeting with her this afternoon. But when she entered the door, I just…"

"… Couldn't speak to her…" She finished for him after his hesitation. He smiled sincerely; only she would understand him so well.

"I called Andrew Tyler this morning, after talking to Mike." He continued.

Blair frowned. "But Mike is your private investigator. And you hate Tyler… ever since he gave Bart those pictures of you smoking pot in the school courtyard with Georgina Sparks."

"Desperate times require desperate measures."

"A little too desperate…"

"He sent me a file," he ignored Blair's comment. "… Her story, so to say… She left Bart when she found out he was cheating, so when she gave birth to me she just… fled."

She had known Chuck her whole life and she knew Bart had many, many affairs with all kinds of women; the relationships were too casual to really have an impact on Chuck's life, so he didn't really have a mother figure in his life. If anything, Blair had been the most maternal figure he had had in his childhood. She practically barged herself into his life (even though she didn't really get along with him, he was still Nate's best friend and needed to behave if he was going to join her posse), trying to make him a gentleman in society events (even if he was a dog 85% of the time, he behaved nicely when needed), she scolded him if he did something wrong, like steal something, but how much did he really listen? She was his same age.

"She fled to Switzerland for some soul searching, I guess and… moved around for 18 years before coming back." Chuck was slightly angry at her for not even trying to come back into his life, but he had a mother… a real mother.

"Why is she back?" if the woman had been traveling for almost two decades, then why would she have gone to the grave specifically on that day, knowing Chuck would visit it, if she had been going incognito all this time? Blair didn't like the possible answers to that question.

"That is for us to find out and for her to tell us." He began mischievously.

She knew the look. "And what if she doesn't cooperate?" she asked playfully, sitting him on the bed and straddling him; he had managed to keep his erection.

He chuckled breathily, in that sexy voice he knew made her so hot. Slipping inside her he answerd simply: "I'm Chuck Bass."

Fuck, yeah.

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