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She said, "When the day comes, look into my eyes."

-Augustana

Names and titles scroll through the massive screen of the theatre as Daniel and Audrey sit comfortably in the audience. He's rented the entire theatre so they could watch her favorite movie, Titanic, without interruption, completely.

At least, that's what they thought.

"Why the hell are we here again?" Chuck grumbles. He shifts in his chair and grimaces at the movie.

"Because you suggested spying on them lightly last night, and Nate took it seriously," she snaps.

He smirks. "Ah, yes. And then I paid a thousand dollars just for us to get in."

"I blame you."

Tonight, she's purposely worn her old cologne to tease him, to see if he'd still remember the scent of it. And judging by the look on his face when they'd met before coming in, he did. It was revenge for making him near nauseous and reminiscent just by his being near her, and because he's wearing his ridiculous scarf again.

"Titanic?" Chuck questions. "Audrey has your absurd taste in movies."

"It's romantic," she snaps in a hushed voice.

"If you want to call it that," he says, shrugging. "But it's a movie about a poor guy and a rich girl, Blair. If she wanted to see a story like that in real life, all she had to do was asks for Serena and Humphrey's."

Blair smiles. "Except they're happy, and in this movie, Jack dies for her."

"Why do women like it when men die for them? It's completely unfair and morbid."

"Because it shows the men actually have a good side sometimes."

"Are you talking about Nathaniel?"

"No," she says quickly. "Nate's always been good to me. A perfect gentleman, unlike you."

"Except that brief time he slept and was in love with your best friend?"he asks calmly.

She scowls. "I didn't need to be reminded."

"Well, I'd never thought Daniel would do this. People do the strangest things sometimes."

"He's exceeded expectations for sure. Compared to the last generations," she adds pointedly. "Much better."

"I agree," he says with a smile.

Daniel reaches out and wraps an arm around Audrey's small shoulders, and slowly, she leans onto his shoulder. Blair can almost imagine the smile on her daughter's face; it makes all the trouble and sitting next to Chuck worth it, she tells herself. But she's worried for her, because if it's one thing she's learned, it's that handling a Bass is delicate work.

She steals a look at his face; he's trying to remain detached, she can tell. But it's clearly not working, for both of them. It feels weird to look at him; she feels like she's doing something wrong somehow.

This isn't going as well as she thought it would.

Two hours later, it's obvious even from behind that Daniel had already fallen asleep in his seat. His head lolls to the side, and he looks up sharply to see that the movie is still playing.

"I forgot how long this movie is," Blair grumbles.

"Twenty one years is longer," he mutters. He looks intently on the screen to give the impression of being distracted by it.

She turns to see his face in surprise. "It's longer than you and I would've lasted."

"You thought about marrying me?" he asks with a smirk. "I'm flattered."

"Of course not," she huffs. "Because the day you say 'I do' is the day Dorota finds a boyfriend."

"I can get married."

"No, you can't."

"If I wanted to, I could."

"You aren't married now, are you?"

He shrugs and looks away stiffly. "I said if I wanted to. And besides, maybe I haven't found the right person."

"A woman who willingly puts up with two Basses and adultery? She doesn't exist," she tells him with a slight smile.

He chuckles. "What if I tell you she does?"

Blair feels her cheeks burn up, and then scolds herself for jumping into conclusions. Thankfully, the dark hides her face. "I wouldn't believe you."

"It doesn't matter what you think. She exists."

"Does she know?" she asks in a smaller voice than she would've liked. He cocks his head to look at her for a moment, and turns away.

"I don't know. Am I forgettable?"he asks teasingly.

"Well, she'd probably never forgotten about your damn scarf," she replies with a small laugh, fingering it. "Or your egotistical catchphrase."

"True."

A few cries and crises later, Daniel kisses Audrey as the screen shows a frantic Leo DiCaprio trying to break free from his chains. And it seems like Audrey's forgotten all about the movie.

"Where are they going?" she asks Chuck in a frantic whisper. No response. "Chuck?"

He's asleep too, apparently, and she watches him before shaking him awake.

"What? Is it done?"

"No, our children are getting up and going somewhere." They're kissing their way towards the bathroom door.

"So? Audrey's not a virgin, is she?"

"She's been waiting," Blair admits. "But shouldn't we do something?"

"Like what? We'll get caught."

"So I'm going to be telling Nate that your son pulled our daughter into the bathroom," she says uncertainly. "Daniel better beware."

"So don' tell him. What he doesn't know can't hurt him."

"I don't like lying to him."

He scoffs. "It's not really lying, you know."

"Counts as dishonesty."

He pulls his phone out and texts for the driver to come. "We shouldn't be here when they get out."

"I still can't believe they choose the bathroom." She knows Audrey; she knows she wouldn't get herself into any compromising situations. But she thought the same, and look where she is: in an empty theatre with Chuck Bass. She makes a mental note to talk to Audrey.

"Would you have preferred a limo?" he asks with a cocked eyebrow. She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes at him, and notices his rumpled hair and suit.

"Get over it, Bass."

"I can still hear your purring into my ear. . ."

She steps on his foot with her six-inched heels, a satisfied smirk on her lips as he curses under his breath.

"Remind me to always where heels around you."

The driver comes in five minutes and she and Chuck sneak out before they're seen. Relieved, she slides onto the plush leather seat as he shuts the door behind him. They don't speak for a long time,; the only sound they hear is the road beneath them, and the night has that feeling of closure lingering in the air.

"Do you. . .Do you have time?" he asks quietly, out of nowhere.

"For what?"

"There's this. . .place I want to take you to." He frowns and looks out the window. "You don't have to be home early, do you?"

She scoffs. "I'm not sixteen anymore, Chuck."

"I just thought Nate would be waiting, that's all."

She shakes her head. "He's working late again tonight."

Even she can hear the smile in his voice. "You don't mind, then?"

Blair weighs the options quickly; how much could it hurt? She's already given him her night, anyways.

"It won't take too long?"

"I don't think so."

Surprisingly, Chuck opens a bottle of wine and pours himself a glass, offering her one.

"No thanks."

He shrugs and drinks his glass, then pours another one. Not that she cares.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You know what a surprise is do you? You're not supposed to know now."

"Fine," she says with a pout. He leads her up some dark narrow stairs, and when they reach the end, he uses a key to unlock some sort of gate. The place seems familiar somehow, and yet, she can't put her finger on it.

"Here we are. I had to pull a couple of strings for them to consider me borrowing the place, but it should be worth it. The building's been closed for a couple of years."

She looks around the rooftop curiously, and suddenly it hits her. "This is where I had my seventeenth birthday party."

He smiles. "You remember."

"I don't forget things."

Blair walks near the edge and eyes the lights around her; this was where he first confessed of his feelings. It felt odd to be there, but still slightly comforting. So their relationship and the building both didn't survive; funny.

"I told you I liked you here."

"No, I forced it out of you," she corrects him with a smile.

"It's the same thing," he dismisses with a wave of his hand.

The lights and cars hold her attention, and she watches them with a smile. She wonders if the people below are even conscious that there are others watching them. And she thinks about all the times she was one of those who didn't know someone was watching.

"Blair?"

"Hmm?" she responds absent-mindedly.

"I can't. . .do this, anymore."

"Do what?" The winds feels cold, and yet, she doesn't mind. She sees a father with two little kids jumping around him. It involuntarily twists her lips into a smile.

"This game."

"Okay."

"I love you," he finally says.

And suddenly the lights don't seem so interesting.

Well...? Tell me what you think.