A/N: I am so tired. Long day celebrating Mother's Day…*yawn* btw, Happy Mother's Day to y'all! Spread the news! Lol. Anyhow, you guys are amazing with your reviews. I can't believe I've gotten so many. It's like…ridiculous. Lol. So, yes, I'm squeezing out a chapter tonight. It'll only be two scenes anyways. ;p

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Ch.4—Believe the Lie's a Truth

"Blair."

She sighed, exhausted from the day's activities. She'd gotten worn out by dramatic events before, but this just seemed to be the worst of anything she'd ever felt before. She had gone from hopeful to glowing to heartbroken to furious to bitchy, and then just…numb.

"What is it, Dan?" she managed, groaning into the phone. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you…alright?" he asked. The obvious answer was no, but he couldn't help that the question slipped out of his mouth. He did however keep a hold on his tongue asking why she might be upset. That would be such a 'foot-in-the-mouth' action. He scolded himself for even contemplating it.

Silence remained on her end. His question was stupid to say the least, but she had no energy left in her to bitch at him. It had all been used on Jenny Humphrey. Beside that fact, was that he was able to relate to her now and he had been with her every step of the way. She owed him at least a conversation after their long stressful day.

"I didn't really talk with Jenny…" he began again when there was no effort whatsoever on her end to continue this awkward conversation he'd initiated. "…about what we're doing…" he continued lamely. "What are we doing?" he asked, sounding extremely confused. Blair rolled her eyes.

"We're getting her out of the city," she said dryly, lazily twisting some of her brunette locks around her forefinger. She was draped over her vanity, completely unaware of the mirror reflecting her fragile, tired appearance.

"By means of?" he asked, sounding almost demanding. She sighed again – not annoyed, but definitely too tired to think too clearly and explain the exact plan/scheme she had cleverly put together.

"Boarding school?" she offered up, that being the only clear answer she could think of at that moment. Serena had punished herself by becoming part of another world, only coming back when she realized the world she'd left actually wanted her and that she needed to own up to her misdeeds and fears. Blair believed Jenny needed to be punished. The fact that she had not run off immediately after waking up in Chuck's suite instituted the fact in Blair's head that she needed to be run out of town by none other than herself. Maybe she was acting rashly, but she didn't know how she was going to deal with Chuck, or if she even was going to deal with him at all. She had to send her flying emotions in some sort of direction.

"Well, yes, but…" he sighed again, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "She is still my sister, and I care about her. She's gone way off the deep end, Blair. I don't think you really understand the extent of the situation."

Now Blair was annoyed. Maybe she didn't understand, but she didn't want to. She felt so wronged by Chuck, and so completely heartbroken, all over again. She didn't want to think about that either. She was just so tired from the day's events, from their relationship, but her heart was tugging at her to not give it up. She hated the constant struggle.

"Dan…" she groaned. He didn't stop to address her feelings or the fact that she might have been exhausted or previous to the phone call been crying from heartbreak. He just needed to vent, and she was the only other person so directly involved.

"While we were out walking this morning, Nate texted me. I didn't tell you, because you had just started talking about Chuck and I didn't want to put another burden on y—"

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, suddenly snapping to attention. Some sort of dread started to develop in her stomach, but the curiosity and need to know what he knew that she so obviously didn't, was overwhelming. The warnings going off in her head were completely ignored.

He paused, seriously wondering if he should take this leap into the unknown. Blair had suffered enough, and she was also known to overreact. But he couldn't stop himself.

"When I said that Jenny had been trying to steal Nate away from Serena, I don't think you understood the extent of it."

Blair blinked, definitely interested but confused as well. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean…" he ran a hand over his face, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that he was actually sharing the information that had just been brought to his attention. "She didn't stop trying to steal him." Blair's lips parted, wondering where this was leading to. "She's completely gone off the deep end, just to get him." Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Dan, what did she do?" she asked directly, her voice lowering dangerously. He sighed, very uneasy now. "Dan," she pressed.

"She…" he pinched the bridge of his nose again, "she almost overdosed," he said, slightly relieved that he had actually come out with it. "And then…she used her fragile state to lure Nate in." He paused, taking the time to make the decision of whether to tell Blair the whole truth. He decided on yes. "Apparently earlier this year, she got into some trouble and Nate brought her out of it. She developed a crush and then even when he turned her down, she wouldn't give up…" he shook his head. "A few days ago, she showed up at Chuck's suite, saying she needed a place to stay. I guess Chuck must have thought her failed attempts to get Nate had made her give up and so he allowed it. After all, he allowed Serena to stay with him for awhile while she was having…problems at home." He shrugged, growing more overwhelmed by the second, and hoping Blair wasn't completely breaking under the weight of the newly revealed factors. "Obviously, she was still trying to woo Nate. I'm sure Chuck wasn't aware of it though. Maybe…she switched her target to Chuck to get back at you for sending the blast to Gossip Girl about her drug dealings earlier in the year. You were responsible for that, right?"

She blinked. Her mind was quickly becoming blank, running ramped with all the information that had been bestowed upon her and the connections she was starting to make with all that she already knew.

"Y-yes," she managed.

He didn't stop to analyze how she was speaking. He hoped she wasn't breaking, but he had gotten too far into his confession to pull away now. He needed to tell her everything.

"Well, Nate kind of confessed to me via multiple texts that over the last few days she has done everything in her will power to seduce him. From skanky outfits to alluring words and gestures, she was not subtle in the least. And, from what I understand, Chuck was supporting the act initially."

Blair raised her eyebrows at that last statement.

"Another reason why Nate is keeping his distance, I'm guessing," he said.

Blair blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend all of what he was saying. "What else?" she asked, a little frantic.

"I think Georgina might be involved…" he said, sounding very unsure of himself, or maybe what she was hearing was just absolute dread.

"Why would you think that?" she asked, a mix of anger and confusion starting to form within her. She couldn't understand why she'd be mad when she could hardly accept all that he was throwing at her. She just couldn't…think straight.

"She was the one that got Damien sent into the city."

Her breath was stolen away, and she was quiet for an eerily long time.

"Blair?" he asked gently.

"What else?" she asked, her gut now feeling particularly queasy. Something extremely powerful told her there was still one last final detail he hadn't gotten to.

"I…I'm the one that sent the blast today."

She was quiet, her mind exploding with anger but without enough strength to really spew it out in any particular direction or even any specific person, despite the fact that the cause of her mad state was only a breath away.

"You knew," she breathed, wishing it had come out harshly instead of broken. "You knew, and you didn't tell me. You didn't tell me anything. You just sent the details of my tragic love life straight to Gossip Girl, where everyone would find out about it."

He sucked in a breath. "Blair—"

Dial tone.

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Really, really sorry about everything.

-J

DELETE.

Chuck was a mess. He knew he shouldn't, but he absolutely despised Jenny Humphrey. She might have 'needed' someone the night before, but she ruined everything. He was just so damn convinced Blair didn't love him anymore.

"Blair…please talk to me," he begged, hating the silence that her answering machine offered. "Answer your phone," he ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, hating himself, and just hoping beyond all hope that she'd give him another undeserved chance. "Please, Blair, I'll do anything. Anything. I really screwed up. I—"

The silence was cut off, but not by Blair. The answering machine had decided once again that he had been talking too long. It was like Dorota preventing him from climbing up the stairs to speak with Blair in her bedroom.

He groaned at the sound of his phone dying. The beeping was annoying and it most definitely did not signal a phone call or text from Blair. Jenny had texted him too many times that night. He felt guilty at first when he deleted her troubled message, but the more she sent, the less guilty he felt. It was almost as if she was trying to make the situation worse, even if she wasn't. He, on the other hand, had been calling Blair every spare second that his phone had not been beeping at him with another desperate message from Jenny.

Thirty-two times he'd tried to call Blair. And thirty-two times she hadn't picked up. He liked to pretend she was just busy or her phone was turned off, but he knew better. Living in his mind did not have its advantages anymore. It was worth it when he'd taken Blair's virginity and convincing himself she was into him eventually got him in her pants and in her heart. Now the task was not achieved so easily.

One time he'd gotten really excited when his phone had gone off and it hadn't been from Jenny. The ringtone was not familiar at all, but he hardly registered it in the moment. He would have been jumping up and down if his hands had not acted so quickly in picking up the phone and answering. It was extremely disappointing when it had ended up being a wrong number.

"Blair…" he sighed into the phone, not hanging up until the answering machine cut him off again, but he didn't say anything else. There was no doubt in his mind that half the reason he continued to call her was so he could hear her sweetly almost-singing voice on the answering machine. That voice contained all that was vixen–Blair Waldorf, the one that had blocked him out once again for the non-cheating but still unforgivable act he'd committed.

The Chuck from a year ago would've been taunting 'I told you so' if he'd been there. A year ago, he'd convinced himself that he wasn't good enough for her and that's why they couldn't be together, because he'd screw her over and never be able to forgive himself for it. His 'maybe in the future' line was only said so she wouldn't pity him or try to convince him otherwise, at the time. He'd told her sooner or later they'd screw it up, but he'd only ever meant the words for himself. There was no way he would blame her for messing up a romantic relationship with the infamous Chuck Bass. She was perfect. Now that he had done the most horrendous acts, it almost amused him how fiercely he was fighting for her, refusing this was the end of them.

33…34…35….50…80…100…

Somehow her answering machine still allowed for him to continue his messages. He wondered if it was because she was deleting them. That sparked a little hope in him, because maybe it meant that she was listening to them too.

REALLY sorry.

-J

He growled, literally hating her for her persistence. Maybe she was insecure and needed reassurance but he just could not sympathize with her or for her anymore. He felt like a complete ass to both of them, but the extremely high risk of losing Blair forever…

"If you don't come, I'll close my heart to you forever."

…was too scary.

Stop texting.

-C

His phone rang.

"Stop," he growled. The dial tone rang clear in his ears and he hung up. For a moment he panicked at the possibility that it could have been Blair that had called and not Jenny, but one lingering look at the name that had flashed across the screen – JENNY – relieved his sudden panic. He was not cheerful about his cold way of blocking her out, but he definitely felt justified in light of the situation.

The phone didn't ring after that. It didn't buzz or beep with a text message. He didn't sleep for at least the next couple hours. He drank alcohol till he couldn't see straight, and he called Blair. He called her over and over and over. And then he'd take a two-minute break to go to the bathroom. When he'd come out, he'd call her again. The next time he took the phone in with him. He pretended that maybe she was there with him.

"Chuck…" her voice murmured, her smile pressing against the side of his neck. He smirked in response and the butterflies inside him instantly fluttered at the feel of her warm hands wrapped around his waist.

When he turned around, she was gone, and he felt cold. A chilly breeze slid past him in replacement of her warm hands. He felt so empty…and alone.

Even in his mind, his experiences with Blair ended badly. She always disappeared. He thought, if this truly was the end, that he'd at least have his memories with her to play over and over in his head. Even those it seemed had been blocked out in parts.

"Blair…" he murmured, his head banging against the wall as he slid down to the base of it. "…come back to me." His eyes closed and the painful nightmares pulled him into sleep. He would wake up sweaty and petrified in the middle of the night when he dreamed they had never been… at all.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. =) Short and kinda filler, but I at least updated. Maybe more tomorrow, I'm not sure. 3x21 is supposed to be a great episode and I plan on the next chapter being a long one, so…we'll just see how it goes. Besides, tomorrow's the only day this week I don't have finals, and I haven't even begun to study. Review! ;)