A/N: Sorry for the long update. Exams took up so much time and effort and to be honest I didn't know what to write about. I want to thank all those that have reviewed. I reall appreciate I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

The limo stopped outside of an old, rusted building. Chuck got out first and gazed at the building. A smile grew on his face. Somehow this building made him feel closer to his father. He turned around and stretched his hand out to Blair, who was still in the limo. She grabbed his hand eagerly and allowed him to pull her out. She shut the door behind them before looking up at the building that Chuck was staring at proudly.

"Where are we?" she asked curiously.

"Where I go to get away from everything," he said simply, his eyes not looking away from the building.

Blair felt a smile form on her delicate lips. Chuck looked down at her, a smile perfectly placed on his features. He started to walk them to the doors., their hands never disconnecting. He opened the door for her and let her enter the building first. He followed right behind her.

Blair's eyes looked around the entrance of the unknown building. It was clear that it was abandoned, yet something about it excited her. She looked over at Chuck and saw his eyes lighten up at the sight of the long forgotten lobby. Their hands were still connected. He tore his gaze away from the tattered wallpaper and locked eyes with Blair.

"I want to show you my favourite spot," he said, grabbing both of her hands and giving them a small squeeze.

Blair smiled, a genuine smile. One that she hadn't been able to do around Dan. Just fake ones flashed everyone once and a while so Dan still knew how much she cared about him. At least she hoped he knew.

"I would love to see it," she replied.

Chuck smirked before leading them to a stairwell. He held the door open for her as she entered the small and dusty stairwell. She heard the door shut behind them and saw Chuck appear in front of her. His hand extended towards her.

"Come on," he said.

Blair's hand reconnected with Chuck's as they climbed up the stairs. She looked up and saw many flights of stairs ahead of them. She glanced at Chuck. A smile on his face hadn't faltered. A proud smile. A smile that rubbed off on Blair. She caught a glimpse of her reflection on one of the windows. She hadn't noticed, but she was grinning like some love-struck girl. Dan, she thought. She saw her smile vanish. Maybe it was for the best. She should be focussed on her relationship. Yeah that's what she should be doing.

And it wasn't like she was cheating on Dan. She was just spending time with an old friend, who was also her ex-boyfriend slash lover, but a friend nevertheless. A friend. Just a friend.

She had been so preoccupied about her and Dan's relationship that she hadn't noticed they had reached their destination.

"Blair?"

She looked up at Chuck. Their hands still together, never once parting while they climbed the stairs.

"Yeah?" she responded.

"We're here," Chuck said with a smile forming on his usually mischievous lips.

Blair smiled back as he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, revealing a small apartment room. There was little furniture and looked as if it hadn't been occupied by anyone for decades. She was going to turn around and ask him why he favoured this place, but something caught her eye. Something extraordinary. She felt herself gravitate towards one of the huge windows. She was breathless. The view of downtown Manhattan were truly remarkable. With all of the sights and sounds of the city, most forgot about the view. A view only some managed to enjoy.

Blair felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Something about the small gesture was comforting. A small smile danced on her lips. She felt Chuck's face grow closer to her ear, until she could feel him breathing so closely. Something that she thought she would never feel again.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"The view is amazing," Blair said breathlessly.

"I had hoped you would like it. My father used to come here a lot when he was still alive. I never got the fascination of an old, rundown building. But coming here for myself, I don't know how to explain it. It gave me hope for the future," Chuck replied.

Blair turned around. Chuck was dangerously close to her. She politely took a step back before looking at him.

"You didn't have hope?" she asked.

"When did I ever have hope? I just went through life taking whatever I wanted, not giving a second thought of what I wanted to be. What I wanted to accomplish," he answered.

"What do you want to accomplish?"

"I want to help," he said simply.

"Since when has Chuck Bass ever wanted to help?" Blair asked with a slightly joking tone.

"Since I've seen the pain a person can feel yet disguise so perfectly. Since I've seen you empty your stomach just because your mother said you didn't look your best. Since I've seen how Dan has been treating you lately and frankly I don't think he deserves you," Chuck told her.

"Is that why you brought me here? To tell me that you want to help me?" Blair spat out in disgust.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Sure it isn't. Because Chuck's Bass has changed. Well, I don't need this. Me and Dan are fine. I'm fine. Everything is just fucking fine," Blair angrily said as she made her way to the door.

Chuck sprinted to the door. He looked at Blair with pleading eyes.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I am so sorry," he said.

Blair stood there. Her eyes darted to where Chuck's hands were. One hand on the doorknob, trying to keep her from going. His other in his pocket. She looked back up at him.

"It's getting late," Blair said quietly.

She moved past Chuck and opened the door towards the stairs. She couldn't hear his footsteps behind her. At least he could tell she wanted to be alone. She climbed town the flight of stairs. The walk didn't seem as long as it had been when they had been going up. When she reached the final step, she looked behind her. Still alone. She sighed before leaving the stairwell and disappearing towards the lobby.

She walked out of the front doors and saw Chuck's limo waiting along the curb. His driver smiled as he saw Blair exit the building.

"Mr. Bass has asked that I drive you back home, Miss Waldorf," he said as he opened the door for her.

Blair stood speechless. She was actually shocked. Maybe Chuck had changed. A little bit. Or maybe he hadn't changed at all, but was just showing a side that rarely came out. Blair stepped into the familiar territory as the driver shut the door behind her. She settled onto the leather seats. Flashbacks of that night that had happened so long ago. The night that she still remembered as the happiest night of her life.

Ring, Ring.

Blair whipped her phone out of her purse. She glanced at the caller I.D. Dan. She hesitated before answering. What if he knew she had spent her day with Chuck? What if what she was doing was borderline cheating? What if, she had no idea what she was doing? She was so confused, but in the middle of her confusion she had managed to pick up.

"Hello," she simply said.

"Blair, look I have to work late tonight. I'll probably be home by eleven," Dan said.

"It's alright. Work is important to you."

"It's not like that. I don't want you thinking that I'm married to my work. I want you to know how much I care about you. How much I love you," he said sincerely on the other end.

Blair smiled. She loved it when he told her he loved her. Just hearing them made her heart flutter.

"I love you too."

"Listen, tomorrow for sure we'll spend the day together. We can my stuff from Brooklyn and set it up at your place. And then after we're done that, we can curl up on the bed and watch a classic. How does that sound like to you?" Dan asked.

"I would love it," Blair said with glee.

"Great. See you later tonight, then," Dan said before hanging up.

Blair's mouth opened the say bye, but all she heard was the dial tone. She sighed and closed her phone and shoved it back into her purse. It's just work. He's just concentrated on work, she thought, trying to convince herself.

The ride itself was pretty boring. Blair had caught herself drifting to sleep fourteen times. The driver had on some Hungarian folk music. Not the type of music she normally listened to. She played Tetris on her phone for a bit. After winning eleven games, she felt the limo stop. The door opened and there stood the driver.

"Here we are Miss Waldorf," he said.

Blair stepped out of the limo and thanked the driver before heading inside. She made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. Time to relax.

Upon entering her floor, she saw Dorota waiting for her.

"Miss Blair, your bath is waiting for you," Dorota told her as she grabbed her coat and her purse.

"Thank you Dorota," Blair said before hurrying upstairs.

She closed her bedroom door behind her and slipped her shoes off of her feet. She stripped off her clothing before heading to the bathroom. The bath was full and filled with soap bubbles. Candles were lit. A relaxing bath was exactly what she needed.

She placed her leg into the warm, soapy water. The other one soon followed. She slowly descended her body into the warm liquid, letting it create blanket around her. She rested her head on the side of the tub. She closed her eyes.

But the first image that came to her mind was of Chuck. Why couldn't she get him out of her mind? He had basically said she was a damsel in distress. Is that what he thought of her? Or did he really think he needed to help her? Maybe it wasn't even about him. Maybe she was unhappy. But she couldn't be unhappy. She was in love after all. And when your in love, your not supposed to be unhappy, right?

Ugh, this is so frustrating, Blair thought. She sighed and went back to relaxing. Maybe a short nap in the bath will do her some good. Too bad it didn't last.

"Miss Blair, Miss Serena is here for you," Dorota said on the other side of the bathroom door, which she had been knocking crazily a minute ago.

Blair froze in the bathtub. Serena? Without thinking, she quickly grabbed a towel and jumped out of the tub.

"Tell her I'll be out in five minutes," Blair said quickly as she tried herself.

She heard Dorota's footsteps hurry away. After drying herself, Blair grabbed a robe and tied it around her waist. She didn't have time to get into a well accessorized outfit. After slipping her feet into her soft slippers, she walked down the stairs. She saw Serena sitting down on one of their couches. She still appeared to be the same Serena. The same one that she would call in the middle of the night and know she had a friend. A true friend.

Serena looked over at the stairs and saw her former best friend coming down the stairs. She got up from the couch and walked over to Blair, clutching her purse's strap in order to calm her nerves. Blair reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of her movie-star guest.

"Hey," Serena started quietly.

"Hello," Blair replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't call before coming," Serena told her.

"It's alright," Blair said.

They stood in the quiet, neither of them knew what to say. Blair decided to stay quiet. She wanted to say she was sorry. Sorry for whatever she had done to Serena. But she didn't even know what she had done.

"Can we sit on the couch?" Serena asked her.

"Sure," Blair said, as she lead them to one of the white couches.

Serena sat down first and Blair sat beside her. Silence clouded the room. A thousand thoughts went through Blair's mind. But the main one was what was Serena doing here?

"I'm sorry," she heard Serena's voice cut the silence.

Blair turned to her. Tears were now flowing down her movie-star face. Blair's face grew concerned. She scooted closer to Serena and wrapped her in a hug. Just like old times.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you. I'm sorry I cut you out of my life," Serena said through her tears.

"It wasn't your fault," Blair said soothingly.

Serena jerked up and looked at her. The tears hadn't stopped.

"I cut you out of my life because of Dan. When I found out about you two, I just didn't know how to deal with it. I didn't want to know that my best friend was dating my first love. So I decided I didn't want anything to do with you," Serena said. " I didn't want my best friend."

Blair sat quietly, trying to digest everything. Serena's tears didn't stop. Blair reached over to the side table and pulled out a tissue from the box. She passed it to Serena, who gently wiped her tears.

"And then when you showed up at my apartment, I had spent years trying to ignore you so I wouldn't hate you, but I let my anger get the best of me."

"I understand, S. I really do. Besides, at least you didn't go completely Naomi Campbell on me," Blair replied.

Serena giggled. Blair smiled. She had truly missed her best friend.

"So, how are you and Dan?" Serena asked.

"We're fine," Blair said slowly.

"So that means I'll be seeing both of you at the gala tomorrow, right?"

"Actually, not the both of us. Dan has to work," Blair informed her.

"You're going by yourself? Are you sure you want to do that?" Serena asked her, knowing how important appearances could be.

"Yes I'm sure," Blair replied.

"I can go with you if you want."

"No it's alright."

Before Serena could suggest anything else, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her bag.

"I have to get this. Do you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all," Blair answered.

Serena sent her a small smile before getting up to answer her call in the dining room. Blair could hear her from all the way there, but sat still. She was actually sort of happier than she had been earlier. It seemed as though her life was slowly going back to the way it used to be. Suddenly, she heard Serena's footsteps coming. She looked up and saw her blonde friend.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I need to get some sleep. Some interview with the Today show in the morning. So, bye," Serena said cheerily.

"Bye," Blair replied.

She got up from the couch to hug her, but Serena was already in the elevator as the doors closed in on her,

"See you tomorrow!"

"Yeah, see you," Blair said as the doors closed.

She turned on her heel and headed upstairs. She glanced at the grandfather clock. It was a quarter to eleven. Dan would be home any minute. Blair reached her room and grabbed the TV remote from her side table. She made a mental note to thank Eleanor for getting her a new TV for her room. She lay on her bed and flipped the channels. Not much was on, but she finally settled on an infomercial for a portable refrigerator. By the time she really got interested in it, her bedroom door opened and there stood Dan. She sat up upon his arrival.

"You're home," she said happily.

He sent her a small smile before placing his briefcase on her desk and shrugging off his coat. He loosened his tie and climbed on to her bed. He gave her a small kiss before placing his arm around his and bringing him closer to her.

"Sorry I couldn't have come home earlier," he said as they both watch TV.

"I told you I understand. Besides, I enjoy moments like this," she said as she snuggled closer to him.

She didn't hear a reply. She looked over at him and saw him fast asleep. She smiled and turned the TV off.

"Goodnight, Dan," she whispered before she too fell asleep.

Chuck got out of his limo and headed inside his building. Jade was surely waiting for him. He would just tell her that he had a last minute meeting. It wouldn't matter anyway. It wasn't like Jade ever cared. All she wanted was money and he happened to have a whole lot of it.

He arrived on his floor and saw Jade sitting on the couch with only a bath towel on. She smiled when she saw Chuck.

"Hey, sweetie," she said sickly sweetly.

"Hi," Chuck replied as he walked up the stairs.

"Wait!" Jade called to him from downstairs.

He turned and looked down at her. She walked up until she was at the same level as Chuck was. Chuck resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew what was coming. One of Jade's we're growing apart talks.

"I know your tired, but I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me," she started.

"That's nice," Chuck said as he started for his bedroom.

Jade followed him to the room and plopped herself down on the bed. Chuck sighed and looked at her. Once she knew she had his attention, she continued.

"I think that we need to spend more time together. So I organized us a little trip," she said joyfully.

"Trip?"

"Yeah, after Lily's gala we are going to be on a flight to Puerto Rico. Aren't you excited?"

"I don't think I can go," Chuck informed her.

"W-what?" Jade stuttered.

"It's going to get in the way of work," Chuck said.

"But you can just take sometime off. You can leave one of your employees in charge," Jade urged,

"But it's not their company to be in charge of. My father built that company himself, from nothing. There is no way in hell I'm leaving it in the care of someone else," he told her.

"Fine, but I'm sure even your fucking father would have at least taken a break," Jade muttered.

Chuck whipped around and glared at her. Anger seeped through his skin. He stepped closer towards the bed.

"Don't you dare talk about my father. My father that past away when I finally saw the real Bart Bass. In fact if I ever see you talk about my father ever again, I'll make sure you go back to where you came from. Before your fashion and reporting career," he gritted through his teeth.

He walked out of the room and grabbed his coat, the same one he had taken off when he had arrived at the apartment.

"Where are you going?" he heard Jade call from behind.

"I need to get out of here. Don't call me or try to look for me," he replied as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the main floor.

He called his driver and asked him to bring the limo around front. He needed to get away from this building. He walked outside and saw the limo waiting for him. He got in and instructed his driver to go to Victrola. If he couldn't have the girl of his dreams, he would have the memories of the happiest night of his life.