What if when Blair went to Chuck's apartment at the end of 5.11 she had something different to say?

Chuck looked up from pouring his scotch when he heard the elevator door slide open. Blair walked towards him and he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Blair, thank god. Do you know what you've been putting me through?" He walked out from behind the table, ready to embrace her, throw his arms around her petite body and never let her go. But he stopped abruptly when he saw the tears glimmering in her watery eyes.

"Chuck I…" she started, barely able to get the words out.

"No, no, no," Chuck interrupted. "No, Blair, this can't be happening. You promised we'd spend the rest of our lives together." He was close to tears now, desperately grasping for any words that would make her understand. "What the hell is going on?" he settled for harsh words and then immediately regretted it when he saw the pain in her face.

"Chuck…" she tried again. He moved closer to her, and she let out a sob. He brushed away the stray tears with his thumbs, cupping her face delicately in his hands.

"Tell me Blair," he whispered.

"I made a pact with God," she whispered, unable to look him in the eye as she continued her story. "I would marry Louis and never see you again if God would let you live." She sniffled as the silent tears poured down her cheeks. Chuck let out a sigh, and a small smile crept onto his lips.

"Oh thank god," he smiled and she looked up at him, shocked. "I thought you…I thought you didn't love me anymore. I thought that maybe, you had… reconsidered everything."

"No!" She shouted. "I love you Chuck." She pushed herself away from his arms. "But don't you see? We can never be together now!" She sunk down onto the couch and put her face in her hands as sobs racked through her body. Chuck stood still for a moment, thrown by this change in events. A pact with God? Was she really that religious now that she had to stick to her deal? He was by her side in an instant, cradling her tired body in his arms and trying desperately to get Blair to look at him. She finally peered at him, through hazy, tear-filled eyes.

"Blair," he said softly, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I was saved by modern day medicine, not your pact with God." She shook her head vigorously.

"That's what Serena said," she managed to say.

"Serena's finally got it right," Chuck said. "I love you Blair, and nothing is more important than that."

"I can't Chuck," Blair said. "I was going to come to you earlier today, and then you almost got hit by a taxi." She looked at him. "You almost died, again, because I was going to change my mind!" A new wave of tears flooded her cheeks.

"Blair, that 'almost accident' was entirely my fault. I was on my cell phone and didn't even look when crossing the street for heaven's sake!" He pushed away a strand of hair from her face, peering into her watery eyes. "Blair, please, I promise," he took a deep breath. "I promise, God does not willingly keep two people who are meant to be together apart." She was silent for a long time. Their uneven breathing was the only sound filling the room.

"You promise?" She whispered finally. He looked at her, and nodded.

"I promise." He could see a small smile forming on her lips and he didn't hesitate to add, "I promise to love you till the day I die." He leaned forward carefully, and so did Blair. He pressed his lips ever so gently against hers. They remained like that, lips touching and not moving for a while. When Chuck pulled back, he grasped her hand, kissing the palm lightly.

"I promise to be the best husband I can be." He kissed her lips. "I promise to love our baby." He kissed her lips again. "And I promise to never leave you, to love and cherish you." This time, Blair threw her arms around his neck and pressed her open lips against his. Their lips moved together in unison, tongues entwined, lips meshed together. Blair felt his hot breathe against her lips and sighed. Pulling back very slightly, Blair said,

"I promise the same things." She leaned her forehead against his. "I love you Chuck."

"I love you Blair." They smiled. Chuck scooped Blair up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

"Do you want to commemorate this night?" Chuck asked with a sly smile. She beamed at him.

"Yes. It's been way to long." They would deal with Louis and the wedding later. Now, they basked in the glow of simply being Chuck and Blair.