Don't tell me if I'm dying
'Cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreaming
Of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know
Never leaves too soon

This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us
To all of us

-Thriving Ivory

She could feel him. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, "Waldorf you feel so good."

She rolled her eyes and gave a sharp laugh as she pushed him away and murmured, "Behave."

He smirked and simpered, "I will if you do."

"I always behave. I am every parent's wet dream. I mean look at me perfect Blair Waldorf with her perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect makeup, and perfect so called family." She laughed bitterly and in a sharp tone said, "If only they knew."

He looked at her and his eyes portrayed everything. Words were a nonessential. She knew he understood, he always did. Maybe it was because he was just as broken as her, but then again maybe it wasn't. He placed his hand on the left side of her chest. Right over her heart. They both felt her breath retract at the feel of his touch. Her lip quivered. His breath came out in low rasps. The gesture was so close. So electrifying. So intimate. Before they could do more than appreciate the feeling of the moment both their phones vibrated.

She rolled her eyes and murmured almost to herself, "Gossip Girl."

The haze of the moment was broken as they both read through the blast.

Whats this? B&C getting to know each other in more ways than one and in the rain no less. Well this certainly should be one for the ages. Inevitable some may say. Watch out B you wouldn't want to be just another number in C's little black book. What would N say? You know you love me xoxo Gossip Girl

As they scrolled down there was a picture with his arms tightly around her as they passionately kissed. The rain was everywhere and her hair was splayed across his arm and their faces were flushed and their eyes were bright. No one could deny the spark. Not even them.

Theylooked up at each other and emotions came and went in a rush. Fear, indignation, longing, lust, hope. But being Chuck and Blair they both arranged their faces into masks of indifference. But it didn't matter. They could play pretend all they wanted. But they both knew the truth.

He was the one to break the silence as he raised his eyes to meet hers and said, "Blair I-"

She raised her hand to stop him and said, "Stop. Right now I don't care. I don't care about Gossip Girl. I don't care about my reputation. I don't care about anything really. Right now all I want to do is drink. We can talk later."

He smirked and nodded in clarity of her forwardness. He understood her need for escape. It was a never-ending chase. A battle between what they wanted and what they needed people to see.

He shook his head in an attempt at a reality check and said, "Well Waldorf that is something I can definitely help you with."

With that he opened the door of the limo and gestured to a building of relentless grandeur, unseemly behavior, and utter risqué. Victrola. A place where fantasies come alive.

She raised her eyebrows in intrigue and with unrestrained sparkling eyes said, "Victrola? Hoping to get lucky again Bass?

He laughed and said, "But of course Waldorf and again is an understatement."

She rolled her eyes and took his hand before walking through the golden doors into what some may say is a fool's paradise. And maybe it was. But she didn't care.

They were sitting at the bar together. Their legs were touching underneath the table. His foot would graze her leg and her foot would touch his foot. It was a never ending dance of longing.

Three shots in and they were still going strong. The drinks were like a sedative. Going down their throats like fire. Harsh, but fulfilling.

After a while she looked at him and murmured, "Ah Bass drinking is your forte. There really is no one better."

He laughs bitterly and said, "Everyone needs a special talent."

Her eyes were hard as she said, "Drinking is not a talent, its a necessity. You just happen to excel in it, but it is not your talent. You and I both know that."

"Waldorf please just don't go there. I gave up on that dream a long time ago."

She shrugged and brought a shot of vodka to her lips and said, "That doesn't mean you stopped wanting it."

He gazed at her and just watched her. She made him question everything. He had himself figured out. He was a womanizer, a self-proclaimed asshole, and a manipulative, selfish jerk. He knew that and he had accepted it. But then she came and everything changed. Reality crashed down and he saw himself more clearly than ever before. Yes, Blair Waldorf made him question everything, even himself.

Her eyes bore into his as she questioned him once more, "Why did you really bring me here?"

His eyes met hers and his pain became her pain as he whispered, "Does there always have to be a reason?"

"With you, there always is."

He ordered another round for both of them and said, "Because you know me so well?"

She looked at him fiercely and said, "Yes."

It was such a simple word yes, but yet it meant so much. He wondered why, but then he thought maybe it was what made them Chuck and Blair. So screwed up, but yet so perfect.

He took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to come here with you again. But this time you wouldn't belong to Nate."

She breathed in deeply; she could feel his silent plea for understanding as she whispered "And if I wasn't Nate's?"

He looked deep into her eyes and felt a tremor go up his spine as he said, "Then you would be mine."

She felt as if everything had suddenly come into focus and she murmured, "Maybe I always was."

He smiled ever so slightly and said what she desperately needed to hear, "You could never just be another number."

She felt like she was on fire. Everything felt red. Everything seemed so beautiful. He wanted her. She wanted him. What was stopping them? She looked around the scene. It was cliché Chuck and Blair. Drinks, sex appeal, and broken souls. But now it was time for the second act.

She looked at him and threw heaven to hell as she said, "Come on. We have a ball to crash."

He smirked and murmured, "I thought you would never ask."

Time moved in a frenzy, but then again so did Chuck and Blair.

A/N

Hi guys so it's been a while for this story. I went on vacation really last minute so I apologize for the delay in this chapter and I had no computer access so I could not post until tonight even though it was done on Friday. Anyways what did you guys think? This chapter was one of the more dark chapters, but it had a lot of revelations to so I hope it sufficed! Also, what do you want to happen next? Please review, review, review! All feedback is wonderful.

****For those of you have been waiting for an Ashes and Wine update it will be up at the very latest the weekend