A/N: Hello, hello!

A big thank you to all who reviewed :D I know I haven't updated this story for a while (scolds herself) and I really don't have an excuses for it other than life caught up with me. Another small factor was that not a lot of people reviewed last time, so my paranoid mind went: 'They're not loving it you suck.' That didn't give me much willpower to go on.

Hope you all still at least have an attempt to like my story?

Let's continue…

Blair caught a cab later on. She roamed the streets and shops until it was getting dark. Trying to forget what happened earlier in the day.

The cab made its way through rush-hour, trying to stay ahead at all of the crazy commuters who all desperately wanted to be somewhere else. Blair looked out the window, unfocused. All she saw were faint city lights, blurry lines of sights and pedestrians also trying to be somewhere else. Anything but here… Blair too was in another place mulling over the turn of recent events.

Usually Blair's mind was very organized. She set herself certain goals in the morning and stopped at nothing to get what she wanted. All the time never losing her control. When it was necessary for a kill she may looked on the outside like she was very fragile and about to break. On the inside she was always cool and calculated. Except now was something wrong. Blair's thoughts were wild and disjointed. She thought and felt all different kind of things. Each one totally more irrelevant and off topic then the previous one. Still with all her thoughts and feelings bouncing off each other one thought stayed and remained unanswered.

Why?

How hard Blair even tried to answered that question. She couldn't. Couldn't wrap her fingers around that stupid little question.

Why?

See there was it again. It vexed Blair that she couldn't answer it. Couldn't answer it for the life of her.

It couldn't be about the boy could it? She interacted and kissed with maybe not many but certainly a lot of different boys before Chuck ever came into the picture.

Why? Oh why is it this time so different?

The cab stopped at her house and Blair absentmindedly tossed the cabbie a bill. Probably too much seeing as she got a very enthusiastic 'Thank yee Missus.' But she didn't care. The main thing on her mind right now was still that stupid little question.

Blair took the elevator and rode all the way up to her penthouse.

When she heard the familiar ding she stepped out into the foyer. It was quiet as usual. Nobody was home as usual. She had expected to see Dorota but remembered that she had the day off. It's probably got to do with something Polish. Blair shrugged and went into the kitchen snatching some leftover macaroons.

Macaroons in hand Blair walked up the stairs and headed towards her bedroom. With a big sigh Blair dropped herself on her silky duvet. Inviting the softness and poofyiness of her silk covers to consume her.

Riding the elevator, snatching the macaroons and walking up the stairs she did all that while on auto-pilot. As soon as the quietness and peacefulness of her room took over the rampant thoughts and emotions came flooding back.

'Why, why, why, WHY? Do I feel these feelings about something that Charles freakin' Bass did to me?' Blair cried out loud.

She didn't want to hear it. Despite Blair's protest she heard it. A small voice coming from somewhere deep within.

'It's because you like him.'

That simple but loaden message shook Blair to her core.

After the message had reached her brains Blair tried to defy that statement her conscience so conveniently handed her now.

'There is a small group of people that I sincerely like. And Chuck Bass isn't in it.' Blair said smugly. See, she could even win over her own conscience.

Much to Blair's dismay that little voice didn't give up.

'Maybe not as much as all the other people in your group but Chuck Bass is in it. And you know it. Stop denying the inevitable.'

Blair huffed she was getting pretty annoyed with that stubborn little voice. So much for a conscience. Wasn't her own conscience supposed to be on her side and not against her.

'Maybe…'

'That doesn't change the fact I still don't like him. To my body Chuck Bass is merely a simple infatuation. My brains know better than to give in at what my body thinks it wants. Besides its nothing that won't cure and go away over time.'

Blair smiled triumphant when her conscience didn't retort a witty comeback and stayed silent when she was stripping and getting ready for bed.

Blair was ready and slipped into bed. Relaxing, waiting for sleep to overcome her. When she was on the brink of being pulled down into a deep slumber the voice spoke again, forming a single statement.

'You didn't name what you heart wants.'

With that lingering statement Blair fell into a deep eventful sleep.

Loud car honking was the first thing that Blair heard awaking from her deep slumber.

'Why can't I wake up hearing birds chirping…' Blair groaned softly, pulling her sleeping mask off, rubbing the remaining sleep from her clouded eyes.

Lazily she reached for her clock, pulling it closer trying to figure out how late it is.

6 o'clock.

Or rather early.

Blair propped herself up on her elbows looked with half squinted eyes around the room. All was still covered in darkness. She dropped herself on her pillows again, trying to decide if she would stay in a bed a little longer or going out and start to get ready for school.

There is nothing wrong with staying in bed a little longer. Blair thought slyly afraid someone could read her thoughts and scold her for being lazy.

Blair inspected her nails, looked around the room and finally tried to relax. Only after five minutes, Blair became restless. She wasn't used to relax and do nothing. Mostly time was her enemy, with all the activities Blair had going on. She frequently said that there weren't enough hours in a day.

Blair had enough of this relaxing-stuff and got up. She swung her legs over the bedside and padded over to the bathroom.

A long hot shower is a perfect start to begin a new day. Laddering herself up Blair checked things off her imaginary list. Soon she was by the subject Chuck Bass, but she hastily skipped that part and went on with the next thing on her list. She didn't want to think of Chuck Bass while standing under a shower. He would just have to wait for his turn.

A/N: There you have it! A short one at best.

Better a short one then no one at all right? :P

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