A/N: IT's SUMMER!!!! For me at least. Which means . . . More time for me to write! YaY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters

Rated: T mostly for language.

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Blair felt like she was waking up in a dream or more precisely, like she hadn't actually woken up at all. Her surroundings were whimsical almost like the inside of a Genie's lamp. As if on cue Marcus pulled back one of the curtains to the canopy and sat a tray full of breakfast food on the bed.

"Good morning beautiful." Marcus said cheerily.

Blair hadn't spoken; however, she had managed to recognize her surroundings as the honeymoon suite that Marcus's mother had decorated. She gave Marcus a week smile, knowing that a response was expected. "Thanks." She said quietly.

Marcus gave her a small smile as well, knowing that she needed time.

Blair began to look over the tray and noticed something odd; there was a key on a necklace sitting on the tray. "What's this?" She asked lifting the key.

"A wedding present." Marcus said taking a seat on the bed next to her. Blair continued looking at him curiously and he continued. "It's the key to my sister's rooms."

Blair flipped the key in her hand, running her fingers along it. "I don't understand; I thought we were the only people who could get in anyway."

"It's the only key." Marcus said almost so softly that she couldn't here.

"Oh." Blair couldn't believe he was doing this; giving her the key to his sister's rooms. After everything that he had told her last night she knew that this was a big deal. That's why she held out her hand, holding the key out to him. "I can't accept this Marcus."

Marcus smiled and took her hand closing it over the key. "Yes you can. I know that it's a lot for you to take in; all of this." Marcus said gesturing around. "As large as this house is, there isn't a place that you can call just yours and I want you to have that. You can even sleep there if you want. No one would know that you weren't sleeping here." Marcus looked down at their hands before dropping hers.

She wasn't sure what to say; so she said the only thing that she could think of. "Thank you."

Marcus nodded before standing. "I have some things I need to take care of in the House of Lords since I've been gone for quite some time. I probably won't see you again until tonight. Don't forget you have tea with my grandmother today. I'm giving you my usual driver Roland and I'm taking the new guy, so as soon as you are ready to go to Buckingham, simply call Roland."

Blair sat there eyes wide. This was the first time that she had even noticed that Marcus was dressed. He looked anywhere from five to ten years older than she was used to seeing him look, dressed in a nice suit with his hair combed back. She had never really considered this other side of Marcus. "Okay." She said quietly.

He smiled and brushed a lock of hair off her face before bending down to kiss her. Right before their lips should have met, Blair turned her face and his lips met her cheek.

"Okay." Marcus said pulling back. He looked disappointed but he didn't say so. Then he turned and walked out of the room.

After he left Blair began to eat the breakfast feast that was sitting in front of her. She could tell that Marcus had had a hand in what was on the tray because they weren't very British food items, they were actually all her favorites; berries, an omelet with mushrooms, tomatoes

, and spinach, a glass of orange juice, and she laughed as she saw a plate of biscuits and gravy because Marcus was probably the only person who knew that she adored the southern breakfast dish, other than Chuck. At that thought she started devouring the entire tray; eating everything in sight. As soon as there was nothing left on the plate she ran to the bathroom and threw up the contents of her stomach. When she looked in the mirror afterwards all she could think about was Chuck. She was never going to be able to forget; no mater how great Marcus was to her, she would only want Chuck. With that she went back to the room, grabbed the key off the tray and hurried into the passageway and to Marcus's sister's rooms. When she got there she grabbed a pin and a piece of paper from one of the desk drawers and started writing. Then she grabbed an envelope and wrote the address of the Palace on the envelope before she could change her mind. She hurried to get ready before calling Roland. "Yes, I need to make a stop to mail a letter first. Okay, I'll be out front in five minutes. Thank you."

When she reached the car Roland held out his hand. "Give me the letter Princess. I will have it mailed."

"I need it to get there as soon as possible." Blair said handing him the letter but not being able to help the slight blush at being referred to as Princess.

Roland nodded. "Of course." He then opened the door and helped her in the car. "I will take care of it as soon as I drop you off."

"Thank you." Blair said as he shut the door. She knew that she should be nervous about tea but she wasn't, even as they got closer to Buckingham. When Roland opened the door once more Blair didn't even feel anxious. "Have a nice tea and call me when you are ready to be picked up."

Dealing with the Queen was no more difficult than dealing with high school girls from Constance and at that she was a master so really there was no need to worry. So Blair smiled as she answered. "Oh, I will."

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Chuck groaned as he heard his phone buzzing; alerting him that he had a text message. The light pouring in from the windows made him wince and he quickly moved to shut the curtains. His head throbbed and his stomach churned as he stood. He stumbled over to the counter and popped three aspirin before reaching for his cell phone. A message from Gossip Girl, that was just the perfect addition to his morning or more likely afternoon.

Good afternoon UES! Sounds like B's tea with the queen went off without a hitch. As for here at home, there's still no sign of C or J and from what I can they don't want to be found. Maybe they are off grieving together?

xoxo

gossip girl

Chuck rolled his eyes as he started for the bathroom. He definitely needed a shower this morning; he was reeking alcohol. As he opened the door he heard something he wasn't expecting and looked down to find Jenny Humphrey heaving into his toilet.

"Shit" Chuck cursed as he ran a wash cloth under cold water. The events of last night came rushing back to him full force. He had slept with Jenny, at her urging, so that they could both forget. Chuck bent down and gently wiped her face. "Jen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have . . ."

At that Jenny laughed. "We." She looked into Chuck's eyes. "We shouldn't have." That's when Chuck noticed what was in her hand; her cell phone. "Nate can never know."

Chuck nodded. "Of course." He helped her to her feet. "Have you talked to him yet?"

Jenny smiled. "He filled my voicemail and my text inbox. I texted him and told him that we could go to dinner."

Chuck nodded again. "Nathaniel will always love Blair but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you. He does love you and I'm sorry that I pushed him until he said something about loving Blair yesterday. I was trying to turn the attention off of me and I didn't think about what that would mean for you guys."

"It's okay. You're going through a lot. We expected you to lash out you know. And anyway this is as much my fault as it is yours; maybe more. I mean I threw myself at you last night." Jenny said before Chuck jumped in.

"I didn't exactly turn you away either." Chuck said looking down.

Jenny gave a half smile. "Well actually you took a little convincing if I remember correctly."

"I wouldn't have if it weren't for" Chuck started and together they said. "Nate and Blair."

"I should get ready, I'm suppose to meet Nate in a few hours. Do you think you could call me a cab?" Jenny asked as she filled a glass of water and took two aspirin that Chuck handed her.

Chuck took the glass as she finished and held out her purse. "If that's what you want I will. If you don't want to go home all of Blair's old stuff is here; shampoo, make up, and clothes I mean."

"You didn't get rid of it?" Jenny asked surprised. Chuck had kept all of her stuff; that was big.

He shook his head. "I couldn't bring myself to do it. So you can use whatever you want." Chuck said gesturing.

"That would be great, thanks." Jenny said as Chuck backed out of the bathroom. "And thanks again for agreeing not to tell Nate."

Chuck gave a half hearted smirk. "I think it would be best if we both just acted as though last night never happened because as pleasurable as it might have been and even though I can't be with her, I'm still very much in love with Blair, as much as I wish I wasn't. You know I wish I'd never fallen in love with her."

At that Jenny frowned. "You don't wish that. I know you don't because as much as it hurts you right now; you'd rather be the person you are today, the person loving Blair made you than the person you were before. Do you even remember that guy? The one who tried to force me to . . . " Jenny trailed off and looked away. She looked back up surprised when she heard Chuck speak again because his voice sounded pained.

"I hate the guy I was. But it hurts so much to know what that kind of love felt like and to have lost it. Blair's fucking moved on, it's not a crime that I did the same." Chuck practically growled.

Jenny smirked. "Then why do you feel so guilty? Just think about that."

With one last look at Jenny, Chuck turned and left; feeling angry at her for saying the kinds of things that made him think, but furious at himself because what she said was true. It was exactly a week after that that Blair's letter came.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait. I promise the next chapter will be longer and it will have some CB interaction :) Reviews are always appreciated.