A/N: Longest chapter so far. I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate them. Please keep them coming.

Beta'ed by Holly. Thanks a lot.


"So, here we are, again." Chuck sighed as he opened the door of 821.

"You didn't move back to 1812." Blair stated surprised.

"Why would I? That suite doesn't suit me anymore." Chuck shrugged.

"Doesn't suit you anymore?" Blair questioned with a cocked eyebrow.
"Yes. This isn't high school. I can't impress my business partners with a bar, a nice sitting area on the other hand is helpful." Chuck bit back.

Once inside, Chuck closed the door behind them and immediately went over to the phone to order the same food they would have eaten in the restaurant.

"So, you said it wasn't pity that brought you here after four months. What was it then?"

"It wasn't four months. I visited you in the hospital." Blair defended herself.

"Yeah. For like two minutes and you didn't really wanted to be there. Thanks."

"You know that I hate hospitals. Why didn't you tell me to come by more often?"

"OH, so I love hospitals? I must have forgotten. And if I really have to tell you that I wanted to see you more often, I really wonder when you lost all your tactfulness. We weren't together anymore but I thought we were still friends. But yeah, whatever."

"Why did you carry around that ring and why didn't you just give it to them?"

"Because it actually really meant a lot to me. And I'm not talking about money, Blair."

„Well Chuck, I don't know what to say. I really don't." Blair stated.

"So, I come here to tell you that I've been shot because I carried around this engagement ring that was made for you. I tried to give you space, to leave you alone so that you can figure out what you really want. And it's still not enough. What else, Blair?" Chuck returned devasted.

"I don't know." Blair shook her head.

"So this all meant nothing to you. ." Chuck summarized.

"It means something. I just don't know what." Blair returned with a shrug.

"You know what? Good luck by figuring it out. I'm done with this shit." Chuck exclaimed angrily. He turned around and walked towards the door of room to hold it open for her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blair snapped at him.

Chuck stopped but he didn't turn around yet. His back was facing her when he responded. "I can't and won't take this any longer."

"You what? YOU don't want to take this any longer? After everything you've done to me YOU, the great Chuck Bass, won't take it any longer." Blair yelled.

"I know I screwed up and I apologized many times. I tried to make it up to you but you didn't gave me a real chance. I don't have more energy to do it anymore." Chuck summarized solemnly. His back was facing her.

"Do what? Turn around when you're talking with me, Chuck!" Blair demanded.

Chuck turned around and Blair was quite surprised to see that his eyes had watered up too.

"Chasing you. I chased you, I got you, I screwed up and lost you. It's the same pattern we repeat over and over again.." Chuck continued. "And you know what? My life's so damn effed up that I need to break this cycle of hurt or I'll break. Not just for me but also for you. You said once that you know I have a soul. And although I didn't want to admit it for a long time you're right. I do have a soul, I'm a normal person and there's only so much I can take. And it's just all too much. First Jack's plot with that woman, then you telling me that we hit rock bottom and you're just with me because I'm so damn screwed up. The next minute you telling me that it's my fault that you act the way you do because I make you too. Afterwards everything is fine for five minutes and then you're backing out on me again. I'm just a human being, Blair. And here we are again. I know that I did some terrible things to you and I'm regretting those so much. No apology will make it okay again but I'm just a human being, Blair. There's only so much I can do and take." He stated before he opened the door and send her out.

The door closed it quietly behind her. Crying persons on both sides of it


Chuck's phone rang and he glanced at the display. It said Serena. Chuck sighed annoyed before he picked up.

"Hello Sis." Chuck greeted her bored.

"What did you this time, idiot?" Serena snapped at him.

"Exactly Serena. Just call me, yell at me but don't go in the detail what for you're yelling at me." Chuck returned annoyed.

"Blair. She hasn't been in school for days nor was she over her or with Nate." Serena explained sharply.

"Did you go to her place?" Chuck asked.

"…..no." Serena responded after a while.

"Very clever." Chuck rolled his eyes. Only Serena would forget to do the easiest thing first.

"Shut up. You go there." Serena commanded.
"Why would I do that?" Chuck hissed back.

"Because you did something!" Serena stated.

"Serena, I…." Chuck started to defend himself. Now was probably the worst time for him to show up at the Waldorf apartment. Not just that he didn't know where he stood with Blair but also was it very possible that Dorota would slap him for real as soon as he'd get there.

"Don't deny it. I know you did something. Go fix it!" With this last comment she hung up.


Two hours later at the Waldorf's.

The elevator opened and Chuck got out. He sighed. This was going to be damn complicated for sure.

"What are you doing here?" Blair hissed. She'd been in the kitchen and was curious to see who wanted to visit her.

"Serena was worried about you. She said you haven't been in school for four days now." Chuck returned with a shrug. Noticing that Blair wore one of her favorite robes.

"What do you care?" Blair snapped.

"Blair, don't get all bitchy on me. I just wanted to check on you." Chuck snapped right back.

"I can't believe Serena send you of all people." Blair shook her head and turned her back to him.

"Actually, she asked Nate but he's busy, you know." Chuck told as he followed her in the kitchen.

"Oh, I heard how busy he is. Guess at least someone is having fun at that Empire Penthouse." Blair said with a sarcastic smirk on her face.

"You can't blame him. Serena broke his heart even though he did everything he could to make them work." Chuck defended his friend without thinking about the effect of his words.

"Yeah, quite the opposite to other people." Blair snorted before she put a fork of salad in her mouth.

"Okay, I was here. You're eating, you' re breathing, my job is done. Have a nice day, Blair." Chuck nodded as he turned around to leave.

"Wait! I didn't mean that." Blair called, somewhat surprised of herself. But a part of her really didn't want him to leave.

"Wait for what?" Chuck asked curious.

"Can't you….just be here for a while?" Blair said in a thoughtful nonchalant tone.

"No golden age Hollywood movies or anything with Audrey Hepburn." Chuck sighed.


They ended up watching Frank Miller's 300. They were laying on Blair's bed in her old bedroom with an acceptable space between them.

Luckily the movie didn't contain any romantic stuff so it was bearable for both of them until – oh well, until – a very intense sex scene came, not really out of the blue, but before anyone of them could excuse himself and leave the room to avoid the tense that was now building up

Chuck started to shift around like he was uncomfortably and Blair's watching him didn't help either.

She was biting her bottom lip and Chuck frowned at her until she made a quick move and captured his lips with hers. Chuck thought about stopping her for a second but once she started to unbutton his shirt he was lost. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders and traced down his chest. She lightened her touch as she traced over his scar, the scar that would always be a physical reminder of the pain they both caused each other. They were perhaps mad at each other, maybe hated each other at times but the sexual tension between them couldn't be controlled.

So Chuck lifted himself up from the bed and pushed her gently on her back. He liked to be in control and Blair allowed it. Suddenly a cell rang on her nightstand. Chuck looked up and saw the name 'Liam' on the display. He lost his passion in the very moment. That his name was saved in her cell meant he'd either send it to her and she saved it or he'd called and she saved it. Chuck pulled back a bit and Blair knew that there was no use in complain now.

"Did you sleep with many guys there at Columbia?" Chuck asked, trying his best to sound disinterested.

"Chuck." Blair whispered.

"I know I have no right to ask but I did though and I'd love to get an answer." Chuck looked her in the eyes and waited.

"None." Blair said honestly a moment later.

"You don't need to lie." Chuck frowned.

"I'm not." Blair stated.

"What about precious Liam?"

"I knew you'd be up there. Otherwise I'd never have done that." Blair admitted. Chuck wanted to throw at her that she couldn't have known until he remembered his phone call with Serena to ask her where she had a lighter.

"It was still risky. Running about the campus at night with a guy you didn't know." Chuck lectured her.
"I know. You talked about moving on but you still care about me, don't you?" Blair asked.

"Of course Blair. I could never stop caring about you. Even if I wanted to." Chuck returned before bending down to kiss her forehead quickly.

"Kiss me again." Blair demanded.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Chuck shook his head. For once, he wanted to stay to his word. He wanted her to be happy with someone less twisted. Someone that made her like herself.

"You don't want me anymore." Blair said as her eyes widened and watered up.

"I do but I don't think it's fair to either of us. I want you to be happy for real. I want you to be the person you like to be. " Chuck exclaimed solemnly.

"I don't want to stop." Blair told him as she tried to kiss him again.

"Blair." Chuck turned his head away.

Blair took hold of his cheek and turned his face towards her. Please, Chuck. Her eyes said to him.

"Okay." Chuck nodded and kissed her again intensively.

Chuck chuckled when he opened the robe and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

"Hey, don't laugh at me. I wasn't expecting anyone." Blair whispered against his lips.

"No one?" Chuck cocked an eyebrow and smiled a genuine smile.

"Well, except the pool boy perhaps." Blair teased.

"Not funny." Chuck furrowed before he started to kiss his way down from her lips to her neck.

"Do I look better than at least some of those models you take home with?" Blair wondered when he sucked lightly on her earlobe.

"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I mean that." Chuck whispered in her ear and all doubts were gone in a second.

Soon they were back in their well-known, comforting, heated rhythm until a shocking wave of pleasure washed through them.

"Chuck?" Blair whispered afterwards as she pulled a blanket over them and Chuck took hold of her, pulling her close to him.

"Huh?" Chuck returned before kissing her ear.

"I don't want you to go." Blair pleaded.

"I won't go anywhere tonight." Chuck returned.

"Promise?"

"Yes."

xoxo

"You stayed." Blair whispered as she woke up the next morning, caused by Chuck's caressing of her back.

"I promised." Chuck returned softly.

"I don't want to get up." Blair whined like a small kid and got a chuckle in return.

"Why not?" Chuck asked.

"I don't want to wake up from this dream." Blair said without giving it a second thought.

"You already have, sunshine." Chuck returned.

"Don't call me that." Blair snapped. Suddenly her eyes went wide open and glared at him. The last conversation in which he called her that came to her mind and made her aggressive immediately. The vision of the bra explosion and the thought of him with other women pained her.

"No reason to get worked up…I have to be in the office in thirty minutes." Chuck told her before he got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom to take a shower.


"So where do we stand now?" Blair asked him from her sitting position on the bed when he came back in the room.

"I don't know…damn it. I feel like sixteen again. I know I want to be with you but I'm not sure how this will work out. Do you think getting back together like this will work?" Chuck asked nervously. He knew that this wasn't going to be a pretty small talk.

"Well if you have to ask, obviously, not. But it's always the same with you. You can't decide what you want until you end up alone and me hurting." Blair stated angrily.

"I just don't think we're good for each other right now." Chuck said honestly.

It took a whole minute before Blair could finally get her strength back to answer him.

"Get out!" she yelled from the bottom of her lungs.

"Blair, I just want you to be happy. You just said yourself that you don't think I can make you happy. Can't you see it?" Chuck yelled right back.

A silence filled the room and the dark mood made it almost unbearable.

"And you think this makes me happy?" Blair cried and turned away from him.

"I think I can decide this much better right now. And yes, I think you'd be much more happy without me." Chuck exclaimed before he left.


A/N

Don't hate me just yet. This story has another two chapters. Hope you'll stuck with it!

Please review.

And now for the anonymous reviewer who wrote this:

-He didn't get shot around victrola.. It was in Prague.

Annnnnddd

-if the bullet went through his lung he'd be dead.

-it wud be impossible for Serena to get into Columbia, buhcuz they stopped accepting applications which is the reason Blair couldn't go at first.

-the Empire IS IN THE UPPER EAST SIDE! :

youu need to get your facts straight.

First off: Read the A/N in the first chapter. I stated that I'll change the storyline quite a bit, so no, in this story he didn't get shot in Prague nor did he went there.

Second. It's NOT true that someone would die from a shot in the lung immediately. There are people who live with a half of a lung when they need to get remove one half (cancer, embolic etc.)

Third. Serena did get into Brown. Just so you know, that's an Ivy League school (Yes, Ivy league means really really good school! LOL)

Four. No, the Empire is at the West Side. At 63th WEST to be specific. How can someone NOT know that?

So maybe YOU should get your facts straight. *shakes head*

To the other readers: No, I'm usually not that mad over reviews with negative critic BUT I hate wannabe fault-finders. I love constructive critics but please based on facts, not false intentions like above.^^