A/N: So I know that I said it would be longer but there was a good break in the storyline right here, so I had to take advantage of it. I should have another update soon.

xoxo kate

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters

Rated: T mostly for language.

Chuck had been keeping to himself all week; it was easier that way for all of them. He had continued to go to school but he had shrugged off the company of his friends, or simply sat around them without speaking. Things seemed to be better between Jenny and Nate, which was good. Nate never needed to know what had happened between them. Chuck half laughed to himself, if he and Jenny hadn't slept together and if she hadn't said what she said afterwards, he would have probably still walked around pretending like nothing was wrong. He took another swig of his scotch. This was a hardier brand than he usually kept; that was good he wanted to feel the burn. Chuck looked down noticing he had finished his glass. As he stood up he was surprised by a knock on the door. "I don't know who you are, but go home." Chuck growled.

"Mr. Bass, we have a letter addressed to you. It's stamped important." The bellman was nervous, he had seen the young Mr. Bass lately and knew that he could very well be the proverbial messenger that ends up getting shot; but he continued knowing that it could be important. "And . . . well Mr. Bass, it's from London." The door opened so fast after those words that he almost fell into the room in surprise. Sure enough there was Chuck Bass with an expectant look on his face.

"The letter?" Chuck said holding out a hand and running his other through his already disheveled hair.

The bellman recovered and pulled out the letter. "Yes, yes, here it is."

Chuck took the letter almost gently; holding it in his hands and staring at it with wonder. The bellman felt odd looking on, as though he was interrupting an intimate moment; however, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. So he looked on as Chuck ran his fingers across the top of the letter, flipped it over and traced the seal.

Suddenly Chuck looked up, as though he was just realizing that the bellman was still standing there. "You can go."

The bellman nodded before quietly leaving.

As the bellman left, Chuck shut the door. He looked back down at his letter, it was from Blair, he had known that in his heart the second the bellman had said that it was from London. Now, he knew it because it was Blair's handwriting on the envelope. Carefully as though he was afraid that he would destroy the letter if he simply tore it open, Chuck opened the envelope and pulled out Blair's letter.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Chuck,

I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be writing this and more than that, I shouldn't have sent it. It isn't fair to you for me to keep doing this, keep coming back. I should just let you move on, I promise you that I know that and if I don't hear back from you I promise that I won't write again. I can love you enough to do that.

However, I am writing to tell you that I do love you and I couldn't stop even if I tried. I've been checking Gossip Girl's website, so I know what she has been saying about us even though my cell doesn't work over here. I needed you to know that as good to me as Marcus has been since we arrived I couldn't do it; I couldn't forget you. You are the love of my life Chuck, I know that now even if I didn't know that before. I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize that it was always you and now that I know that I'm not going to give it up.

Give everyone my love.

Love always,
Blair W

Chuck didn't realize that he was crying until he tasted the salt.

Blair was officially worried. It had been two weeks since she sent her letter to Chuck. Two weeks and she was starting to think that he wasn't going to respond. Her first instinct was to send him an email; after all, mail services these day's were unreliable, who was to say that the letter didn't get lost in translation? That thought lasted only a millisecond. Blair knew that she couldn't try to contact Chuck again; she had promised in her last letter that she wouldn't. She had spent last night in Camille's room because she couldn't yet face the reality that Chuck was moving on, that he wasn't going to fight for her anymore. And with that she couldn't face Marcus.

It was almost noon when Blair made her way down stairs to the dinning room. Marcus's mother, Margaret, and sister-in-law, Kate, were both present along with Kate's children. As Blair looked at them she realized for the first time that they were actually her nieces and nephews, Marcus's sister-in-law, was actually her sister-in-law, and Marcus's mother was her mother-in-law. The children saw her first and ran over. Blair had stayed away from the family for the most part so the kids were all excited every time she was around. Mitchell the oldest was about 8, Justine 6, Garrison 4, and little Emma was 2.

"Auntie Blair, Auntie Blair, come sit by me!" Justine said taking one of her hands.

Blair smiled and nodded at the little girl. It wasn't her fault that Blair was unhappy. As she allowed herself to be led to a space at the table next to Justine her Mother-in-law spoke. "Ah, Blair, how nice that you've joined us." She was smiling but there was something about her that screamed that she didn't quite trust Blair. "It's so good that you are here, the wedding planner is on her way over and I would very much like for you to speak with her about your specifications."

For a moment Blair was taken aback, wedding planner, why on earth was a wedding planner coming over? Then she remembered, the second wedding for the Queen. It seemed that shutting herself off from everyone had done quite a bit more damage than she realized because she had no clue what was going on. So she simply nodded her head. "Of course."

"Now remember dear that this wedding is to be quite a bit larger than the last one; larger than Kate's as well and there will likely be quite a bit of press since you are the new princess." Margaret said matter-of-factly.

Justine looked up at Blair with huge doe eyes. "Can I be your flower girl this time?"

Blair smiled and tucked a bouncing blonde curl behind the girl's ear, she noticed that the girl had taken to wearing headbands ever since she had arrived. "Of course sweetie." Blair was rewarded by the huge smile that took over the little girl's face as she hugged her tightly.

Margaret's voice broke the bonding moment. "Oh and Blair, I letter arrived for you with the mail this morning."

Blair's eyes widened as she sat up. "A letter."

"Yes girl, a letter." Margaret said, a definite scowl in her voice.

"May I have it." Blair asked, almost afraid to receive it; afraid that it wasn't what she was hoping it was.

Margaret was curious to say the least. The immediate reaction that Blair showed, upon hearing that she had a letter was peculiar. Most people didn't react this way over a silly little letter. "Well of course you can." At that she motioned for a butler to bring it over, which he did on a silver tray.

Blair took the letter and placed it next to her plate. All she wanted to do was get up and run to Camille's room to read the letter; but she knew that she must keep up pretenses and eat lunch. As soon as they were finished eating and everyone excused themselves, Kate pulled Blair aside. "Don't worry about Margaret, she can be a bit much at first."

"What?" Blair asked confused.

Kate gave her a reassuring smile. "I saw how anxious you were all through lunch Blair and I just wanted you to know that I've been there too. You should have seen the horror that the woman put me through before she would let me marry her son. I hope that we become friends Blair, really I do." Kate added sweetly, "I've always wanted a sister."

Blair gave a small laugh. Kate had thought she was anxious about her mother-in-law as opposed to being anxious about the letter. It made since now. But Blair couldn't deny that her heart warmed at Kate's words of kindness. She felt that she should respond in some way. "I hope so too Kate. I hope so too."

As soon as she was away from Kate, Blair practically ran for the nearest entrance to the secret passage. She had discovered that that was always the quickest way to Camille's room. Once there she sat down on Camille's bed and carefully opened the envelope, being sure that she didn't tear the letter. Her hands were shaking and her heart was beating furiously as she unfolded the letter, Chuck's letter.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Blair,

It killed me to think that you had left without a word. I turned off my cell dreading the text that you would send but when I turned it back on, your's was the only name I looked for. I read Gossip Girl's posts now only to learn what tiny bit of information that she knows about you, hoping that that will be enough to get me through another day without you. I tried moving on when I saw that you were actually happy with Marcus but it tore me apart. Everything simply reminded me of you and afterwards I felt more guilty than you could possibly imagine. I felt as though I was cheating on you. The thought astounded me, how could it be cheating when you are married to someone else? In the end that wasn't what mattered because I realized that whether you are married or not, my heart will always belong to you and me being with anyone else is cheating.

I thought about not writing you back. I thought perhaps that if I didn't, you would eventually remember what an awful guy I am and move on with your Prince, have the fairytale you always dreamed of because regardless of how you got there I know that Marcus loves you and would give you the world; but I am selfish. I couldn't not write to you when I knew that doing so would mean that you would write back, that I would get to hear from you once more. I want to know everything that you are going through right now Blair, I want to be there for you now like I wasn't always before. I know that this doesn't sound like me, that I'm not normally this romantic or sappy but I love you; always have, always will.

Yours,
C Bass

As she read his signature, Blair allowed herself to breathe. Chuck had written back. He had written back and it wasn't to tell her not to write again because he couldn't take it or to tell her that he had moved on for real. It was to tell her that he couldn't move on either, that she was his one and only love, and that he wanted to continue hearing from her. Blair couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face because a city apart or an ocean in between she knew now, with all her being that Chuck Bass was never going to stop loving her, which was good since she seemed to be unable to forget the fact that she was very much in love with him.

Upper East Siders I think I might die of boredom from the Eurogossip. The most exciting thing that I have to report from across the pond is that B got a letter that she seemed extremely anxious about opening. The rest of her day was hugs and bonding with the new fam and discussions with the wedding planner. Yawn. And here on the UES, it's as quiet as a mouse. But you know what they say, it's always calmest before the storm. Here's hoping the storm comes sooner rather than latter.

xoxo

gossip girl

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are always appreciated.