Chuck stood in the corner, on the side of the building. It was pitch black out. He had been there so many times before. The most obvious one to his mind was when he had been watching Nate and Blair make out. Blair had looked at him and gone back to beijar his best friend. He wasn't even angry in that moment. He was just so hurt. He finally couldn't watch anymore. He had turned and walked away.

There was another time when Chuck had been smoking and Blair passed him by. He shook his head. The end of that scene was filled with even mais pain. Blair had caused him so much pain, yet for all he put himself through...he thought he was not easily hurt por people. Ever. But Blair did something to him. She was his equal. Therefore, completely capable of evoking any emotion desired from him.

Chuck sighed, and dropped his cigarete on the ground. He had been smoking. He did that when he needed to release some energy, some angst. Blair certainly did that to him. She caused him a great deal of anxiety.

The last few weeks had been so terrible and so wonderful at the same time. Very bittersweet. They had fought. They had been incredibly witty. They had had looks. Looks of love, looks of desire. They had made out...oh and how incredible it had been. Serena had told him he wasn't over Blair and he decided to spite her por attempting to make amor to every woman in the vicinity. It hadn't worked. They didn't have that Blair quality. No woman had what he wanted anymore, except for Blair--the one girl he couldn't seem to get out of his head, out of his system. And quite frankly, he didn't want to. He was crazy about her and the one thing that he couldn't stop beating himself up about...was that he couldn't tell her he loved her. Blair had changed his complete outlook and he knew he couldn't live without her. But was he capable of love? He sure wanted to be. He wanted Blair in his arms. He wanted her eyes prowling over his the way he craved to put his lips on hers. He wanted--

His cell phone rang. Interrupting his thoughts.

It was Blair. She wanted to meet him at her place. He chuckled. What could she want now? It wasn't that he had given up on winning Blair back. But she sure seemed happy with this Marcus guy and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Is that love? He sighed again. He didn't know. But he didn't know how to get Blair back without having in his pocket a speech of love. He couldn't honestly tell her he didn't know if he loved her. That was almost worse than not saying it! He scratched the back of his neck, sent a reply to Blair and stuffed his phone in his pocket. He'd better go see what she wanted. Truthfully though, he just wanted to see her. To hear her voice, to chuckle at her wit, to smile at her beautiful face, a face that had been completely crazy about him before he abandoned her. He shook his head. What an idiot he had been.

Chuck pulled out his phone and called for his limo, which was there within minutes. He slid inside the vehicle and was instantly brought back to that one-night stand with Blair. Though it had been anything but a one-night stand. She was the only one that could've done that to him. He knew it. And even though he hadn't made amor to her that dia of the blackout, he could feel the jealousy crawling all over him and through him when he saw her kiss Marcus again. He wanted her to be happy. But it was so clearly obvious some part of her wanted to be with him when she hadn't resisted beijar him in the dark. He had hurt her so much, too much, but if she was true to herself he knew she wanted to be with him, just as much as he wanted to be with her. Maybe she loved him. Maybe that's why she wanted him to say it. Chuck sighed once again, fully aggravated with himself as he stepped outside of the limo when it came to a stop.

He stepped inside the Waldorf residence. The ride up the elevator was anything but amusing. The lame música reminded him much of the música at the Palace, and far too much that had gone on there. When he exited the premises, Dorota was standing in the foyer, dusting off some flores and end tables. She smiled when she saw him.

"Mr. Chuck, Ms. Blair is waiting for you upstairs."

He nodded, thanked her and headed up the stairs, trying not to be so rushed, going up the steps. But he couldn't help it. He was going insane. Blair hadn't asked to see him since that night after her "royal" party to impress Marcus. God, she had looked beautiful in her pajamas and he couldn't help but gaze deeply into her eyes as she exited the room, victorious. She was so hot when she won at things. He couldn't help but admire her. Chuck's coração was pounding and he wiped his hands on his pants briefly to remove the sweat.

The door was open. He walked in slowly, knocking lightly on the open door.

Blair turned to look at him. She was wearing a beautifully adorned dress and she smiled at him when she entered, but he could see there were dried tears on her porcelana face. He grew concerned.

"Hey Chuck," she sniffled. "I didn't think you'd show."

He smirked. "I thought you knew me better than that por now."

She smiled and went to sit on her bed. She leaned back and let her hair flow across her shoulders. "Well forgive me if 'in your dreams' doesn't convince me," she teased.

He walked towards her and leaned on her dresser. "God, it's good to see you again, Blair."

She blinked away a smile, but it still came out. "You saw me at school this morning, Chuck," she said, reaching out her hand to take his own.

He recoiled after a moment. "What are you doing, Blair?"

She stood up and sighed, now taking both of his hands in her own. "I broke up with Marcus."

Now he was really confused. His eyebrows furrowed.

She smiled again. "It was hard, but--"

"Is that why you were crying?" he asked tenderly.

She looked up. "yeah," she said. "it was my dream," she looked away.

He put his hand up to her face. He wiped away a silent tear that had joined the others.

She looked at him.

"Get him back, Blair. I can't stand to see you like this."

She blinked away the tears, but they kept coming. She sat on her cama again and he sat with her.

"What is it now?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Oh god, Chuck," she turned to look at him. He looked so sincere. "Can you honestly be this way around me and still not amor me?"

He couldn't move. He didn't even know the answer to the question.

She sighed and looked away. She got up and paced. He watched her. After some time, he asked, "Do you want me to leave?"

She stopped pacing and looked at him. She went to him on her knees and held his hands in her own. "No, Chuck. Please don't leave."

They both just existed in time. Staring at each other. They didn't know what else to do, and they so desperately wanted to be with each other. Blair finally looked down at their hands, which were now playing with each other softly. She let a smile shine on her face once again. She looked at Chuck.

"I was being dishonest...with Marcus....for so long."

Chuck sat and listened intently.

"That's why I broke up with him. He's a sweet, amazing guy and I want what he was, but there's no way I can be with him honestly if....if...." she sighed.

"If what?" Chuck asked.

"If I'm still not over you."

She stood up and he stood with her. "Chuck, I asked you to come over because I want to be with you. I have to be with you. I'm sick of trying to live my life without you, without you beijar me..."

He smirked.

"without you smiling at me..."

He grew serious.

"without you looking at me, oh god, Chuck, I miss when you look at me and honestly can't look anywhere else."

She sniffled.

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh,"

"No, I have to finish," she smiled, bringing down his finger to rest in her hand.

He focused in on her.

"I don't know if you amor me or not, Chuck, and that really is all I need to here."

He sighed, once again disappointed in himself.

"But..." she said, bringing his gaze back to her. "I know you like me an awful lot. I know you're crazy about me..." she smiled.

And he looked at her like he wanted to kiss her badly, because everything she was saying was so completely accurate.

"And you know, every guy I've dated wasn't in amor with me when we started dating. And even though you and I have already had some history....I think we can begin again. And I know, when you amor me, you'll tell me."

He just looked on at her, in disbelief of what she said. He let go of her hands and crossed the room. "I just...I don't know if I can let you get hurt again," he said.

She turned to him with concern. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"What if I can't make you happy? What if I can't actually amor you? I mean, am I even capable of love?" He forced a hand through his hair.

"Oh Chuck..." she walked progressivo, para a frente and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his hands clasp around her waist. She pulled her head back to look into his eyes. "What was it when you came together with Nate and I to help Serena in her hora of distress? What was it when you bought me
that beautiful colar on my birthday when everything was falling apart? What was it when you bailed Nate out of that awful card game and then again tried to help him with his financial issues as of late?" She placed her hand on his chin and pulled him forward. She pecked his lips tenderly.

He gasped. "Oh god, Blair" he breathed.

"I believe you are quite capable of love, Chuck Bass," she smiled and kissed him again. This time he kissed her quite eagerly and tears actually flowed from his deep brown eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, pulling away with a hint of a giggle.

"Nothing," he smirked, and then he kissed her.

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The seguinte morning, Blair woke up, wrapped in Chuck's body on her bed. She danced her fingers across his chest and up to his nose. He grabbed it and kissed her fingertip. Blair smiled. "So, do we have a deal?"

He looked at her and smiled. They kissed tenderly for a few moments. "Absolutely." He sighed and leaned back against the pillows. He could never remember being this happy...not with Nate...not with Serena...not with any woman or any success. He knew now. He loved this girl.
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A/N: Thoughts???