A/N: First and foremost I would love to wish everyone a Merry Christmas! I started writing this chapter yesterday, and I finished this morning. I really want to thank those who reviewed the last chapter. I'm guessing you all liked it =). Anyways, enjoy the holiday and enjoy this chapter!

Fire took over her entire body. Her heartbeat quickened. His hands crawling up her legs. Her hands running through his hair. His soft, chocolate brown hair. His tongue entering her mouth, colliding with her own. Everything that had been bothering her, seemed to have disappeared. She felt his hand go under her skirt. She let out a moan in pleasure. She hadn't felt this alive in a very long time. That was when the realization hit her.

She pushed him away from her and quickly grabbed her coat and purse. She stalked out of the V.I.P. section and headed for the door. She heard his footsteps behind her.

"Blair!" she heard him call.

She tried to ignore him, but something about Chuck was so powerful. Enough to control her. She whipped her head around and looked at his standing figure. He stood a few inches away from, close yet far away. She clutched her purse.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly to her.

She looked at him. Their eyes met and she never wanted to look away.

"It was my fault. I just miss Dan. That's all," she told him in an equally small voice.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked.

"I just want to go home," she replied, not wanting to spend another moment here.

Chuck nodded his head. Blair walked outside, Chuck behind her. His limo was waiting for them. Blair stopped in her steps. She couldn't go into that limo. Not now. She turned to Chuck.

"I'll just catch a cab," she told him.

"The limo would be easier and cleaner," he reminded her.

"But a taxi would be, um…… smaller," she said, trying to convince him.

"Yeah probably as small as Humphrey's little man," Chuck muttered.

"Did you say something?"

"No," he quickly said. "Just come and take the limo. It's quicker and your not stuck with some creepy guy."

"Using the limo I would still be stuck with a creepy guy," Blair said.

"Say what you will, but just use the limo. If you want to go home, I would be much happier if you used a safer vehicle," he replied.

Blair sighed. This was getting ridiculous. She didn't want to spend another moment with him, but bickering was taking up too much mind. She just wanted to go back home.

"Fine, have it your way. Just get me home. Fast," she said as she climbed into the limo.

"Of course," he said.

He closed the door behind him. Blair sat on the opposite side of him, looking out the window so she wouldn't have to look at him. Chuck opened up a bottle of scotch and poured himself some.

"Do you want some?" he asked her.

"No thank you. I prefer not to drink," she told him.

"You just had champagne," he reminded her with a smirk on his face.

"Be quiet. Your giving me a migraine," she said as she rubbed her temples.

"Sure," he said in a teasing voice.

He put the bottle back in it's spot and took a sip of the scotch. Normally he drank away a lot of things. He drank away the boredom that was Jade. He drank away the pain his father had caused him. He drank away the family he used to have. But he could never seem to drink away Blair. It's almost as if she was permanently attached to him and he couldn't rid of her.

When she had gone off to Yale, he had told himself that maybe one day they would be back together. He was stupid to think that she would wait for him for four years. He was a fool, no doubt.

If he could go back in time, he would have done things much, much differently. He would have told her how he felt. Right there at that White party. She wouldn't have gone off with Lord whatever his name was. They would have been together. Senior year would have been more enjoyable. He would have remembered it more clearly.

"What are you going to do home alone?" he asked her.

"Write," she replied.

"You write now?"

"Well I do have an English major and I enjoy writing. You can make whatever you want happen," she said with a smile on her face.

"And what do you write about?" he asked.

"Whatever comes to my mind. Usually stories about love. Losing it. Having it. Finding it."

"You've gotten deep. Do you ever want to be a published author?"

"Maybe, but right now I just write for myself. Besides, no body would read my stories."

"Has Humphrey read them?" Chuck asked quietly.

"He's read a few, but not any of my latest ones."

"I would love to read one of your stories," Chuck told her.

"Don't do me any favours," Blair said.

"I want to. It's been a while since I've read something good. Business reports aren't exactly great reading," he informed her.

"My stories are lovey dovey. You don't want to waste your time reading them."

"I want to read them. I really do," he said, locking his eyes with her.

She looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth, something others wouldn't believe. She smiled at him.

"Fine," she said.

The limo pulled up in front of her building. Chuck got out first and opened the door for her. His hand reached out to her and she grabbed it. He escorted her to the front doors of her building.

They arrived on her floor. Dorota walked into the kitchen. A smile appeared on her face when her eyes set on Chuck and Blair.

"Miss Blair. Mr. Chuck!" she welcomed them.

Blair smiled at her as she shrugged off her coat and handed it to Dorota. Chuck did the same. Dorota glanced at them once more before disappearing to put away the coats and getting started on her usual routine.

Blair started to walk upstairs. She paused midway and looked over at Chuck, who was standing still in the middle of her living room.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

He smirked and followed her up the stairs. They entered her bedroom. She nodded over to the bed and Chuck went to go sit on it. She walked over to her desk and opened up one of the drawers. She pulled out a little handmade booklet with ribbons threaded through to keep it together. She walked over to Chuck and presented him with the little book.

"You can read this one," she said.

He looked at the title.

"Love pie? It sounds like a Jonas Brother's song," he teased.

"Does not," Blair snapped back, playfully hitting him on the arm.

"Relax, it's just a joke. I'll read it when I get back to the office," he promised her.

"Your not going home?" she asked.

"No, Jade's throwing a little luncheon until two," he told her.

"Well we wouldn't want her to see this anyway. She might get the wrong idea," Blair said with a smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Yeah. She might rip it up."

Blair giggled then the room became silent. Neither one didn't know what to say next. Blair bit her lip. The silence always did get to her.

"So, how did you and Jade meet?" she asked, curious for his explanation.

"A trip last year. I had to go see a hotel in Formosa," he started.

"Argentina is so beautiful," Blair interrupted.

"Yes it is. Anyways, she was one the employees there and then one thing led to another, and know she's living with me," he finished.

"Do you love her?" Blair asked quietly.

Did she just ask him if he loved Jade? The one guy in the world that had a problem with that word, and she asked him if he loved another human being? Could she possibly think that he would love anyone else besides her? Chuck opened his mouth to respond, but was once again interrupted. This time by Dorota.

"Miss Blair, Miss Eleanor and Mr. Cyrus are back from their trip," the maid called from downstairs.

Blair turned to Chuck.

"I better go see my mother. She's been dying to know how Yale was," Blair said.

"I understand," Chuck replied.

Blair got up from the bed and walked out of her bedroom. Her footsteps were soon joined by Chuck's. Eleanor looked up on the arrival of her daughter. Blair smiled at her mother and walked over to her with wide, open arms.

"Welcome home, mother," Blair said as she hugged her mother.

"You look so beautiful," her mother replied.

Blair smiled. She and her mother separated and Blair turned over to Cyrus. He had his arms open wide and a smile on his face.

"Come here, you," he said.

Blair smiled before going over to her step-father. Even after he married her mother, he never seemed to have lost his charm. He was still as happy as could be. They separated and Eleanor saw Chuck standing midway on the stairs.

"Charles, don't stand there alone. Come down right now," she instructed.

Chuck walked down the stairs and hugged Eleanor and shook his hands with Cyrus. In all of his years of knowing the Waldorf's, he had never seen them so happy.

"Dorota, go get some tea ready," Eleanor told the maid.

"Yes miss Eleanor," Dorota replied before going to the kitchen.

"Will you be joining us, Charles?" Eleanor asked.

"No, actually. I have to get back to work," he told her.

"I'll go get your coat," Blair said, filling in the deathly silent air.

She walked over to their coat closet. She found his coat immediately. It was uniquely his. She picked it up off the hanger and shut the door behind her. She waltzed back to where Chuck was standing.

"Here," she said as she gave him his coat.

"Thank you. Well I better get going," he said.

Blair followed him as he walked over to the elevator.

"I hope you enjoy the story," she said.

"I have a feeling I will," he said with a smile.

Blair blushed. He still had an effect on her. He stepped into the elevator and turned to look at her. He smirked.

"Have a good day, Blair," he said.

"You too," Blair replied.

The elevator doors closed, creating a barrier between them. She felt herself sadden a bit. He was gone. He wasn't with her anymore. She sighed and turned back to the living room. Eleanor and Cyrus were now sipping tea. Blair sat across from them.

"You and Charles?" Eleanor asked.

"No, mother. I'm with Dan. Chuck was just helping me out," Blair replied.

"Oh yes, where is Daniel?" her mother asked once again.

"At work."

"I haven't seen much of him. Oh well," Eleanor said.

Blair rolled her eyes and picked up her cup of tea. Her mother had tried to accept Dan, but it just didn't seem to click. She didn't trust Dan, which Blair found annoying. Cyrus didn't mind him, but then again Cyrus also doesn't mind flies.

Cyrus started to talk about their trip. All of the palaces they went to. The people they met. The cultural activities he took part in. Blair tried to listen attentively, but her mind kept wandering off somewhere. Somewhere she could let loose.

"Aaron!" Cyrus exclaimed when he saw his son enter the living room.

Blair turned around and saw her step father and step brother embracing. She hadn't even heard the elevator door open. The family made their way back into the living room. Aaron sat beside Blair.

"Dad did you get a tan?" he asked Cyrus.

"Glad somebody noticed," he replied proudly.

Everyone laughed. They indulged in their tea and biscuits. Blair heard her phone ring. She got it out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID. Scholastic Publication.

"Excuse me, I have to get this," she said as she got up from the sofa.

She walked over to the dining room, shutting the door behind her. She put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello," she said.

"Blair, I am so sorry. I think I lost my phone last night or something. I couldn't call you until know because I was busy all morning. I am so sorry. I feel horrible and -"

"It's alright. I understand. Work's important," she cut in.

"No it's not like that. The most important thing to me, in the whole world is you," he said.

Blair but her lip. Why was it when Dan was talking to her, telling her how he loved her, all she could think of was him. The kiss they shared less than an hour ago. She hadn't felt so loved in so long. Stop it! Stop thinking about Chuck. You have Dan and you love him, she thought.

"I love you," she said abruptly.

"What?" Dan asked, confused as ever.

"I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, but where is this coming from?" he asked.

"I got to go. My mother's home," she said, ready to hang up.

"Okay, bye," he said, confusion filled his voice.

Blair hung up and placed the phone on the dining. She couldn't believe what she had done to him. She had kissed another guy. She knew she would have to tell him sooner or later. Later sounded best to her.

She walked out of the dining room with a huge smile on her face. If they couldn't detect something was wrong then they wouldn't ask. She took her spot on the couch.

"Blair, Aaron was just telling us of his new project," her mother informed her.

"I know, I heard about it during the summer. Interesting idea. I didn't know you would want to work with plants and still photography," she said, speaking to her step brother.

"It's all about brining plants to life," he replied.

Cyrus looked down at his watch.

"Oh, we better get going Eleanor. The show starts in half an hour," he said getting up from the sofa.

"Show?" Blair asked.

"Yes, me and Cyrus wanted to see West Side Story on opening night," Eleanor said proudly.

"But you just came back from Milan," Blair reminded them.

"It's West Side Story!" Cyrus said excitedly.

"Exactly," Eleanor said, agreeing with her tiny husband.

Dorota got their coats and helped them put them on. Cyrus pulled Eleanor into the elevator. He rapidly hit the button to go down and the doors closed on them. Dorota smiled and went to back to the kitchen. Aaron was still on the couch. Blair sighed and turned to go back to the living room. Even though she and Aaron were complete opposites, they had managed to get along. Blair sat across from them.

"Was that Dan calling you?" he asked, looking at her with a knowing look.

"Yes," Blair replied.

"I don't trust him," he said.

"Why is everyone like that about him? He's a wonderful person and he's caring, creative. He's amazing and I love him. Why don't people get that?" Blair asked out frustration.

"Look, when me and Serena were dating, he was always there. Sure me and him got along before, but he was one of the reasons me and Serena broke up. He can be nice at times, but he's a douche bag," Aaron told his younger step sibling.

"No he's not!" Blair yelled at him.

"That's how he is. He will take whatever he wants. He's a judgemental person and he will hurt you."

"Stop saying stuff like that. It's not true," Blair snapped.

"I personally don't see you with him for long," Aaron said quietly.

Blair felt the tears well up in her eyes. Why did people want to hurt her today? Is that all they were interested in today? She got up from the couch and ran to the coat closet. Trench coat in hand, she ran into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor as quickly as she could. She saw Aaron and Dorota running for her, but the doors closed before they could reach her. She put her coat on, but that didn't stop the tears from flowing. What was the point of trying to convince others how happy she was. She was empty. She was hallow. And she had been for a while now. The elevator doors opened on the ground floor.

She ran. She ran out of the building, onto the street. She had no money with her, seeing as though her purse was inside. She had no one to call, her phone was on the dining table. She started to walk. Walk wherever she wanted to. She knew Dorota and Aaron were probably looking for her. She couldn't deal with them right now.

She didn't really care where she went. She walked by restaurants, remembering all of the dinners she had with her friends. Soon she found herself in front of Constance. She lingered at the gate. Memories came back to her. Everywhere from the first day, when she and Serena donned their matching Michael Kors handbags, to the last day, when she said goodbye to all of her friends.

Oh how she missed high school. Being with those she loved, for a majority of the time. Going to all of the parties for society. It's true when they say some of your best years are in high school. She heard footsteps behind her. Her eyes became wide. What if it was a mugger? What would she do? She was no match for someone who made their living by stealing from others.

"Great to be back, isn't it?" she heard his voice say.

She turned around and saw Chuck looking up at the school with a smile on his face. Blair marched right up to him.

"I thought you were at your office," she told him.

"I went back and I read your story. I was actually on my way to your place, but I saw you here," he replied.

"You finished?"

"Yes, and I must say it was an interesting read. You captured the emotions perfectly. You should publish this, other's should read your work."

"Don't be nice," she said.

"It's the truth."

"I don't know what to say. No one has ever said I should be published," she replied.

"Well I'm saying it," Chuck told her.

Blair smiled at him. Finally somebody who hadn't hurt her today.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride home," he offered.

"I don't feel like going home," she said.

"Where do you feel like going?"

"Anywhere."

"Well then I have just the place," he said, opening the door for them.

She smiled at him before stepping into the limo. He climbed in after her and instructed his driver to his destination. Blair sat happily inside. Maybe this day won't be that bad after all.

Dan sat at his desk at Scholastic. After meeting with a dozen writers, he was dead tired. They all had the same basic story. A love story of a love that couldn't be. How realistic was that nowadays? These guys needed to get better material.

"Daniel," he heard his boss call into his office.

"Yes, Mr. Carrington," Dan replied.

"Oh good your still here. Could you stay a bit longer tonight, we need to go over a new book," Mr. Carrington explained to him.

"I would love to, but I really need to speak to my girlfriend," Dan told him, hoping his excuse wouldn't be too lame.

"Is it that girl, Blair, you were jabbering about earlier?"

"Yes, that's the one," Dan replied.

"It doesn't seem like she has your best interest at heart."

"Excuse me?"

"If you always made time for her, you would get nowhere. She's going to keep you back," Mr. Carrington said.

"I don't think I understand, sir."

"You can't put everything on hold for her. Let her know how much this job means for you."

"Wait, wait. Blair is not keeping me back from anything. She's always been there for me," Dan said as he defended the girl he loved.

"That's how they start. Trust me I'd know. You gotta trust me on this one, Dan," Mr. Carrington said as he put his hand on Dan's shoulder.

Dan stood there in silence. He couldn't talk back to his boss. It was his boss for goodness sake, but he also didn't like what he was saying about Blair.

"So are you staying?" Mr. Carrington asked.

"Yeah, sure," Dan replied.

He would have to make it up to Blair another time.