Blair was ready and waiting outside the penthouse as a stretch black limo pulled up in front of her, it wasn't just any limo it was the limo. The one she and Chuck had first spent the night together in. Blair knew Chuck would be expecting more than dinner tonight but she had no intention of giving it to him, but that didn't mean she couldn't make him squirm. She had worn her favourite backless tight Dolce dress, which exposed Chuck's greatness weakness the back of the neck. Chuck stepped out of the limo and was obviously taken aback by Blair, he quickly gathered himself and walked to her.

"You look amazing." He said buttoning his jacket.

"State the obvious much." She said before getting into the limo, Chuck closely behind. "Let's just get this over with shall we."

Chuck clicked his tongue, "Come now Blair here I thought you'd be a bit more grateful."

"Grateful?" Blair scoffed. "Oh yes thank you so much Bass, I asked you to get rid of Rachel not screw her."

Chuck grinned, "Well it worked didn't it? Once someone anonymously dropped photos of Rachel with a boy in St Jude's uniform she was history." Chuck leant forward and grabbed two glasses of champagne. "So shall we toast? To you Blair."

Blair took the glass and smiled, "Oh no Bass, to you. And your ability to drive women away after just one night." She said nastily before sipping her drink.

"You didn't seem to have any complaints." Chuck replied. "Not jealous are we?"

"Ha! You certainly think alot of yourself Bass." Blair lied. "I don't care who you drag into your bed I'm just a little disappointed that's all, I thought you might have been able to come up with something a little more impressive."

Chuck knew she was lying but he didn't press the issue. They drove in silence for a moment before Blair asked,

"So where the hell are you taking me anyways?"

"Somewhere you like." Chuck replied.

"Oh good not vague at all." Blair muttered staring out of the limo window.

Ten minutes later the limo finally came to a stop. Blair stepped out and shot Chuck a puzzled look,

"The Palace? You brought me to the Palace." She said slamming the door behind her. "I thought you were taking me to a restaurant."

Chuck shook his head, "No I said dinner, I didn't specify where."

"So where are we eating?"

"My suite of course." Chuck said with a wicked grin, leading Blair inside the hotel.

Blair followed Chuck silently as they made the all too familiar journey to his suite, they didn't speak a word until they were inside. Blair was shocked at the effort had made apparently for her, the entire room had been filled with tall ivory church candles and matching ivory calla lilies. Blair was touched by the effort Chuck had made but instead said;

"Nice try Bass."

"What?" he asked leading her to the lavishly decorated table in the centre of the room.

"Lilies? Candles? Its all a bit much isn't it?" she said sitting down unfolding her napkin.

"Can't I make a little effort without this scrutiny?" he joked.

"So why did you keep the suite? You've moved back in with S. And I mean you own the whole hotel now, its not like you couldn't get a room when you need it for one of your special friends." She said teasingly.

"True, but I have so many good memories here. You should know Blair. The bed, the couch, the shower..." He said pouring more champagne.

"Enough about the past!" She snapped, the hot flashes of the two of them filled her mind. Blair grinned, "Let's not pretend I was special Bass, I'm sure many girls have passed through here. I wouldn't be surprised if you brought her here." She said. They both knew she was referring to Rachel.

"Don't be so dense Waldorf. Some places are special." Chuck said seriously. "And so were you."

Blair was speechless, she wasn't used to such emotional frankness from Chuck, unless of course it was insulting her. She quickly gathered herself;

"So when do we eat?" she asked.

Chuck signalled over Blair's shoulder and suddenly a waiter that Blair didn't even realise was there appeared with their first course. The meal passed in a mood of relative uncomfortableness, Blair and Chuck taking cheap shots at each other whenever the opportunity presented itself. After seven delicious courses the waiter left them alone, Blair became slightly nervous, although he had not said a word he acted as some sort of security for Blair, to protect her from Chuck. But now he was gone and Blair was left to her own devices, and much worse than that due to her nerves had made her way through 2 bottles of champagne. Chuck had moved on to the scotch at least an hour ago, sipping it coyly as he watched her every move. Blair could feel herself weakening as he stared at her, there was something in his deep eyes, something hypnotic that scared Blair, made her question herself but then there was something else that made her feel totally calm and safe. It was these confusing and complex emotions that Chuck Bass instilled in her which had messed with her head for the past year.

"So Bass..." she murmured as the candles burned down slowly. "...what do you want with me now?"

Chuck laughed, "You should be more careful how you phrase your questions Waldorf. Someone could take it the wrong way."

Blair grinned, "Maybe...maybe not."

"I want to give you something." Chuck said.

"I bet you do Bass." Blair replied with a giggle.

"Filthy girl." Chuck said shaking his head, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a square black leather jewellery box.

"What's that?" Blair asked, suddenly becoming nervous once more.

"It's a present." Chuck said as if she was an alien.

"I don't want it." Blair said simply.

"Yes you do, you love presents Waldorf." Chuck said holding it out to her.

"I don't want it." She repeated.

Chuck was getting annoyed now, "Just take the damn thing Waldorf!"

Slowly she reached out and grabbed it. Nervous as what was inside, Chuck really couldn't be about to ask her that questions...the question. As she looked into his eyes which seemed to be filled with hope a part of her deep inside felt rather excited. With shaking fingers she opened it and then suddenly felt deflated. Inside was not a diamond ring, nor any jewellery instead it was just a cell phone. Blair was confused and very disappointed.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" she asked shooting Chuck a nasty look.

"Wait." He said looking at his watch.

"Chuck, I'm not in the mood for your games." Blair snapped.

"Wait..." He said. "...Now."

Suddenly the phone rang loudly in Blair's hands. Blair was now even more confused.

"Answer it." Chuck said smiling at her.

But Blair let the phone continue to ring. "Who is it? A sex line?"

Chuck sniggered, "Just answer it?"

Cautiously Blair pressed answer, "Hello?"

"Hello Miss. Waldorf, sorry to call you so late but this is Yale Dean's secretary..." came the voice of a middle aged woman on the other end.

"Oh hello..." Blair said even more confused, she looked at Chuck who just continued to smile at her.

"...and I thought you would like to know as soon as possible that the University would very much like to offer you an unconditional offer for next semester."

"Really? Oh my god, yes...thank you...yes." Blair said beaming, unable to contain her happiness. She quickly hung up the phone. Chuck sat there looking very smug with himself.

"Why?" Blair asked.

"You wanted to go to Yale and now you are." He said simply.

"Come on Bass." Blair said putting the phone back in the box.

"Look I knew that even if I managed to get rid of Miss goody-two-shoes teacher it would make very little difference at Yale." He said sipping his scotch. "But they were much more receptive to a new library."

"You did all that for me?" Blair asked.

"Well what's the point in inheriting all this money if I can't do extravagant things with it?" Chuck said smiling at Blair, a smile she did not return.

"God you're such an asshole!" Blair said rising to her feet.

"What the hell?" Chuck asked following her, "Did I just miss something here?"

"I don't want to be in your debt bass." She spat at him.

"And you're not." He said sincerely. "Think of it as payback, for everything you did to me after Bart died."

"So what are you saying that we're even now?" she asked.

Chuck shrugged, "I guess so."

"Good." Blair said grabbing her purse and turning to leave.

"Wait where are you going?" Chuck called.

"If we're even, then there's nothing between us anymore." Blair said coldly before walking out the door.