IMPORTANT: So I'm still super busy, my classes are drowning me in homework this semester :( but I still intend on writing. I'm trying to update at least one fanfic a week *hugs*

Remember if it's bold and italics it is just Gossip Girl narrating not a Gossip Girl blast!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters

Rated: T mostly for language.

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Well well well, seem as though B and C are done for good because they are certainly moving on; or at least one of them is. I personally thought that it would take a little longer with those two but you never know on the UES.

EARLIER THAT DAY

Blair laughed as they got out of the town car. When Marcus had said that they weren't living in Buckingham Palace Blair had almost been disappointed. Knowing the size of most homes in England she was a little worried about the size of the house. Plus she knew that she would be sharing it with Marcus's brother, his wife and children, Marcus's father, and finally Marcus's step mom with her other children. But as soon as she saw the house all fears were eliminated.

"What are you laughing about?" Marcus asked smiling. Today had gone better than he had ever hoped possible. Blair had been fun and dare he say it happy. He had taken her on a tour of Buckingham and they had goofed off. As they were leaving they even acted like tourists and tried to make the guards laugh. Something which had made his publicist and other advisors frown but the paparazzi seemed to love it. Now they had finally reached their home and Marcus was very much hoping that Blair would love it. "I know its kind of far out but you and I will also have a city house. It's not so large but it will be all our own and we can stay there as often as you like."

Marcus was babbling and after letting him do so for a minute as she tried to get her laughter under control, Blair raised hand and spoke with a smirk. "Not as large as Buckingham Palace, huh?"

Marcus grinned sheepishly. "Well in acreage it is smaller it's just kind of tall. You know Buckingham is only three floors, well our house has six, not counting the basement levels."

Blair just shook her head. "I have a feeling this tour is going to be a little longer."

"Quite." Marcus said as he extended his arm. "Plus, it will be a little more extensive. This is your home now." Marcus said the last statement cautiously, not wanting to upset Blair.

She did frown slightly and he saw her eyes crinkle but she nodded and took his arm allowing him to lead her inside.

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Jenny laughed as she spun around in a sparkly blue dress. She titled her head back and kept spinning until she stumbled right into Chuck, who was smiling as well, and together they knocked a vase off a table.

The sales lady had been glaring from nearby at the two teenagers goofing of and trying on clothes and saw this as the perfect opportunity to get rid of the two hooligans. So she marched over ready to have them removed from the store.

Chuck raised one hand. "Don't worry I'll pay for it."

The older woman arched her eyebrows severely. "Young man, are you aware of how much that vase costs?"

Chuck narrowed his eyes and laid on his trade mark smirk. "I am aware of the fact that I am Chuck Bass and therefore it doesn't matter."

The woman immediately nodded and quickly cleaned up the mess. "Yes sir, Mr. Bass." She immediately became the most gracious sales attendant ever as she internally scolded herself for not recognizing the young man. He was after all one of the richest teenagers in New York City. "If there is anything else that I can get for you just let me know."

Chuck shot Jenny an evil grin that said go with the plan before turning back to the sales lady. "Well actually, Ms. Humphrey here is looking to try on some more clothing. If you could assist her I would be greatly obliged."

The two had the sales lady running around the store for the next few hours bringing Jenny dress after dress. That on top of shoes, bags, and accessories had Jenny performing in her own personal fashion show through the dressing room. Chuck looked down at his watched and was surprised to see that it was five pm, how did it get so late? he wondered.

The sales attendant spoke just before Chuck was about to. "Mr. Bass, I'm sorry but I'm afraid it's time for us to close. Is there anything that you would like to purchase?"

Chuck looked at Jenny. "Pick what you want." He said matter-of-factly.

Jenny laughed. "Yeah right I can't afford any of this."

The sales attendant looked alarmed. The thought that she had gone through all of this and they weren't even going to buy anything made her want to quit.

Chuck smirked. "Jenny, I assure you the cost is covered. Besides, if we don't buy something I'm quite afraid that we are going to give this Ms. . . " Chuck squinted at her name tag "Smithfield here a heart attack."

"No way am I letting you spend this kind of money on me." Jenny said indignantly.

"Fine" Chuck said. He then turned to Ms. Smithfield. "We'll take the red Gouchi, the long black Channel, the short pink Dior, the Lily sundress, the shoes and bags to match all of these, oh and the sparkly blue

Monique Lhuillier." He turned to Jenny. "Anything else?"

"Chuck . . . " Jenny started.

He turned back to the sales lady. "That will be it." After a pause he added. "She'll where the Monique Lhuillier out so if you could bring it back once you've rung it up that would be perfect."

Ms. Smithfield looked like Christmas had come early. It was rare that a customer bought so much. She smiled and got to work collecting the items for purchase.

When Chuck turned back around Jenny looked furious. "I said no."

Chuck shrugged. "You've had a bad day and for me this is like dropping pennies."

"But Chuck there's no point in me having all these glamorous clothes; it's not like I have somewhere to wear them." Jenny said as the sales lady brought back the blue dress for her to wear.

At that Chuck smiled. "Well you have somewhere to wear the blue one, because we are going to go eat, then head to Victrola and do a little forgetting."

Jenny couldn't help but smile, Chuck seemed to be an expert on how to forget things. That was something that she would have to ask him about later. But for now she nodded and went and put back on the blue dress.

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Blair laughed and Marcus tried to hush her as she slipped into a secret passage way behind a panting in the hallway. "This is so very much like every movie I've ever seen." Blair whispered as she creeped behind Marcus down a small corridor. "Where does this lead anyway and why do I have to be quiet?"

Marcus turned and smiled. "You'll see."

Just then they approached something. A door in the wall. "This is why you have to be quiet." He whispered. "This isn't our final destination but I might as well show you where this one leads."

He opened the door silently and motioned her forward. In front of them lied the back of a painting with what looked like some kind of device near the top and a stepping stool at the base. Marcus walked up , stepped on the stool, and slid up the device uncovering two holes in the painting. "Eye holes?" Blair asked questioningly.

Marcus nodded and said quietly. "Take a look but don't press to hard on the painting. If you do it swings out."

Blair smiled questioningly, she could tell that he knew this from experience and had every intention of getting the story from him later; however, right now she simply stepped up to the painting and placed her eyes where the holes were. Blair nearly gasped as she realized that she was looking into what must be his father's study. She immediately slid down the eye covering and backed away. Looking above the painting she saw an air vent. "You can hear everything from the vent can't you?"

Marcus smirked. "Yep." He motioned her to follow and she did but she continued her questions.

"How many of these are there?" She asked.

Marcus didn't turn his head around but he answered. "Well there's one in the kitchen, dinning room, formal sitting area, our bedroom, the sun room, the ladies parlor, my parents room, my brother's room, the child's playroom . . . "

"Every room in the house, huh?" She said interrupting.

Marcus smiled. "Pretty much."

"And who all knows about this passageway?" Blair didn't say so but she was a little concerned by the fact that someone could potentially see into her bedroom.

Marcus saw the worried look on Blair's face even though she tried to hide it so he stopped. The smile had fallen from his features and he reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. She didn't stop him and he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. She was unresponsive but she didn't push him away. "I'm the only one alive that knows. I promise." He added reassuringly.

"How can you be sure?" Blair asked quietly.

He gave her a small smile. "I know because my grandfather showed me when I was a little boy. I was always his favorite and one day when he was up in his years, I was but eight years old, my parents wouldn't let me listen while they talked to my older brother. Grandfather thought that I deserved to know what they were talking about and he showed me the passageway. My older sister Camille, you've probably never heard of her." Marcus said quietly, "had died in a car accident while she was out with friends. She was my best friend really; when it stormed I always ran to her room and hid with her under the covers. Her room was so close to mine that I would go running up the stairs the moment lightening struck. They didn't think that I was old enough to handle it. I ran from the tunnels and vowed to never go in them again; like it was their fault that my sister had died. I remember that when I would ask about her they would say something idiotic like she's gone away to school. I remember one day when I was a little over nine and I asked when she was coming home" Marcus paused and Blair realized that he was close to tears. "I of course knew that she never was but they told me that it was boarding school and that she would be away a little while longer. I don't know what they were thinking trying to hide it from me but I screamed at them that I knew that Cammie was dead. I yelled that they were a bunch of liars and that I wished it had been them that died instead of her." Blair reached up and pulled him into a hug. He needed comforting and it felt right to offer. After a few moments he drew back and kissed her forehead. "When Grandfather died shortly after that he simply told me to use them well. Those were his exact words, 'Use them well.' Everyone else thought he was batty and had no idea what he was talking about but I knew and eventually I went back into the passageways and they have become my secret hideout over the years. Come on." He said quietly, a smile now returning to his face. "There's more."

They reached what appeared to be the end of the passage but Blair saw the faint outline of a door. Marcus opened it and stepped inside and Blair followed. She looked around completely confused. As the door shut behind her, Marcus let some sort of tapestry fall over it but Blair wasn't sure why. In front of her she saw a window, she could tell by looking out that they were on either the fourth or fifth floor. Behind her was the tapestry, to her left there was a compact yet elegant spiral staircase with a banister that must have been ideal for sliding down but to the right there was nothing but wall. She turned to Marcus. "Is the passageway the only way in here?"

Marcus looked wistful. "It is now. That wall didn't use to exist." He said gesturing to the right. Blair still looked inquisitive so he continued. "Remember what the front of the house looks like?" He asked. Blair nodded. "With the turrets on both sides." Blair nodded again and he could tell she was thinking it over. "Now think about the tour that I've taken you on, I showed you the east tower with the sunroom on the third floor, the sewing room on the fourth, and the guest apartment on the fifth and sixth, but I never showed you the west one."

Blair's eyes lit up. "We are inside of the west tower aren't we? Which means our bedroom is on the other side of this wall doesn't it?" Marcus nodded and she continued. "You have had the same bedroom your whole life and these are the stairs . . . to your sister's room." She said the answer suddenly clear in her mind.

Marcus nodded and motioned for her to follow and she started the climb up the stairs while he started talking. "My parents boarded it up after they found out I knew. They said the reminders were too painful. She was their first daughter and they loved her more than my brother and I combined." They reached the top of the stairs where there was a few feet of hallway and a door. Marcus strode forward and opened it revealing to Blair the thing he had always kept most sacred; Cammie's room.

As she walked in Blair couldn't help but gasp. The girl had had class, that was for sure and money was clearly no issue. The floor was a soft white carpet, there was a gigantic fireplace surrounded by cozy looking red chairs. A window stretched the entire length of one wall and had an extremely long window seat. In one corner was a baby grand piano and above the fireplace there was a tv that was clearly new.

"I added the tv recently." Said Marcus, before adding, "Follow me." Blair didn't know where she was following until she saw a door in the corner that she had assumed was a closet. It instead led to more stairs and soon enough they were in what must have been Camille's bedroom.

Blair looked around the room. The bed was amazing and looked so very comfortable with its huge white comforter and red pillows. There was another huge window with large curtains and bookshelves took up the space of the window seat from down stairs. There was a desk to one side of the room and above it was a collage of pictures. As Blair started to walk over, Marcus walked beside her and took her hand in his. She didn't pull away.

"She was about your age when she died." He said reaching out and touching one of the pictures.

Blair smiled a sad smile. "She was beautiful Marcus." It was the truth, Camille really was gorgeous. She had long dark hair that must have reached her waist and eyes so green that they almost looked fake.

Marcus smiled too. "I know. These pictures don't do her justice though. It's been twelve years now and they are starting to get old." He removed his hand from the wall and turned to face Blair. "You look a little like her, other than the eyes of course."

Blair glanced back at the picture and noticed that he was actually right. The two girls shared some of the same features. She looked back with a question in her eyes and Marcus answered before she had to ask. "Just a coincidence, I assure you."

Blair looked back at the photos one more time and noticed a picture of Cammie with a young boy. She turned to Marcus again smiling and pointing. "Is that you?"

He nodded. "Yes I must say it is not one of my better photos but she loved it. The accident wasn't long after that."

Blair hugged him once more. "Thank you for sharing this with me." She surprisingly meant what she said and they stayed there together holding each other for longer than she could of cared to count.

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Jenny laughed as she downed another drink. Chuck had been right Victrola was the perfect place to go to forget everything. She and Chuck had been downing drink after drink and now everything seemed hilarious to the both of them. "That sales lady's face was priceless when she thought we weren't going to buy anything!" Jenny said doubling over with laughter.

Chuck reached out a hand to steady her but it didn't do much good since he could barely keep balance himself. He laughed hysterically and loudly exclaimed. "I know. It's a good thing I had no intention of allowing that to happen or we might have been permanently banned."

Just then the song changed and Jenny shouted. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" It was Poker Face by Lady Gaga. She started dancing where they were standing and one of the waiters suggested she go up on stage. Jenny thought about it only for a moment before rushing up there.

Chuck watched at first as innocent Jenny Humphrey from Brooklyn danced upon the stage. Then her movements became more sexual and she reached her hand towards her zipper on the dress. Chuck instantly flashed back to that night at Victrola a little over a year ago where Blair Waldorf had undressed herself in front of him. He felt the cracking glass in his hand before he realized that he had squeezed the scotch glass that hard. Chuck let the glass fall from his hand to the floor but he couldn't look away as Jenny continued her dance. Blair Waldorf had invaded his mind again and he wouldn't allow it not when it was so pointless.

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Blair laughed as Marcus opened the door to their bedroom.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. My mom insisted on redecorating for you. She said that my bedroom was certainly not befitting of a pair of Newlyweds. You can redecorate however you want, I promise." Marcus said as Blair almost doubled over, she was laughing so hard.

Blair straightened up and smiled. "As nice as your mom is I am going to have to take you up on that." Blair said looking around. The room looked like Martha Stuart and the whole Trading Spaces team had thrown up all over it. Everything was lavishly overdone with a gigantic canopy bed, huge white armoires, a mirror above the bed, overly indulgent chairs and other items; not to mention there were Victorian, Asian, and Moroccan influences all in one room.

Suddenly Marcus was serious, "Thank you for today Blair. You stood up to my grandmother, listened to me whine about my sister, and you are even pretending that you don't hate me. So thank you."

Blair studied Marcus intently for a moment before saying quietly. "I don't hate you."

He stepped closer, "Since when?"

Blair shrugged. "Since today actually. You treat me better than just about anyone ever has" There was a pause and Marcus knew that the person who had treated her better was Chuck, then she continued, "Honestly I had a lot of fun today and I know that you care a lot about me . . ."

She didn't get to finish because Marcus who was now standing dangerously close interrupted. "I love you Blair. There's a difference."

Blair repeated. "I don't hate you."

He leaned in and kissed her and she kissed him back. It wasn't the sparks she had every time she kissed Chuck but it certainly didn't make her nauseous. The kiss was getting passionate when suddenly Marcus pulled back.

Out of breath he spoke in huffs. "Kissing you Blair makes something in my stomach flutter."

Blair straightened and she felt chills run up and down her spine. She felt paralyzed.

Marcus grinned not really noticing the change in Blair. "You know like butterflies. I just wanted you to know." At that he leaned back in.

All at once Blair woke up and pushed him away.

"Blair?" Marcus asked stumbling backwards. "Wh . . . what is it? Did I do something?"

She was crying heavily within seconds as the memory of her seventeenth birthday rushed back at her full force.

"You sound like a jealous boyfriend" Blair said sarcastically.

Chuck smirked. "Yeah right. You wish."

Realization dawning on her, Blair shook her head disbelievingly. "No, you wish."

Chuck scoffed. "You forget who you're talking to."

Blair cut him off. "So do you . . . Do you... 'like' me?"

"Define like." Chuck added admitting defeat.

"You have got to be kidding me." Blair said turning away.

Chuck frustratedly answered. "How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering."

"Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no." Blair responded.

As Blair came out of her flashback, Marcus was looking at her worriedly. "I'm just not ready."

Marcus nodded disappointed but understanding, then Blair added. "And please never mention butterflies again." She couldn't do this. It was betraying Chuck and the butterflies were theirs and theirs alone.

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Jenny laughed as Chuck carried her into his suite and laid her on the couch. She was way too drunk to send home so he had texted Dan and brought her here. As he laid her down he was sure she was about to pass out. He was ready to head to bed if only to sleep and dream of the thing that was tearing him apart while he was awake. He just couldn't get Blair off his mind but she didn't seem to have any trouble from what he could tell of the GG posts; not to mention he hadn't heard a word from her since she he left her at the landing pad a couple of days ago. As he started walking toward the bedroom he heard Jenny call.

"Chuck, Chuck, come here I have to tell you something." She said softly.

He turned and walked back over. "What is it Jen?"

She smiled. "Sit with me."

Chuck sat down. He was still feeling the effects of too much alcohol and he almost stumbled. Jenny reached over and placed a hand on his arm in an effort to steady him but then she didn't move it.

"Thanks for tonight. I had fun on a night that in all actuality should have been one of the worst of my life." She said laying her head on his shoulder.

Chuck was almost lost in a memory of the last ex-girlfriend of Nate's that he comforted by a trip to Victrola as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You were amazing up there."

She tilted her head up and kissed Chuck. Chuck kissed her back allowing his tongue to mingle with hers. Then all of the sudden he pulled back. "I can't Jen I'm sorry. I'm not ready."

Jenny bit her lip, looking on the verge of tears. "Please Chuck. I need to forget and quite honestly so do you. Nate and I are done and Blair's never coming back."

Chuck was about to turn away he wasn't ready for this but her words resonated with him on a level that he didn't want to admit. Blair wasn't coming back, she hadn't even called, he didn't owe her anything; then abruptly he turned around and grabbed her face pulling her into a kiss. Jenny furiously kissed him pulling him down over her. Chuck suddenly stood up and picked her up to carry her to the bedroom. Jenny leaned up and kissed him as he carried her allowing herself to forget once and for all.

Well well well, seems as though B and C are done for good because they are certainly moving on; or at least one of them is. I personally thought that it would take a little longer with those two but you never know on the UES.

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A/N: Hope you don't all hate me for this one. Reviews are always appreciated.

Xoxo

Kate