A/N: So... last chapter. I know that its really short, but its the end so forgive me. And things might seem to be solved sort ofquickly and easily, but I always figured that was Blair and Chuck. They fight passionately and all of a sudden they just make up. (I am of course refering to when Chuck found out that Blair slept with Jack, he left and then automatically forgave her.) So if you think this is really OOC, too bad, because this is how it is. So I hope you like it and its not too melodramatic or sappy or anything. I really loved writing it. Oh, and if you haven't seen Reality Bites, you definitely should check it out because it is .ing. There. My shameless pushing of awesome 90's movies is over.


"All I wanted to say was that I love you." He said it smoothly like he had been saying it all his life.

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All week she had started at men with expensive suits that had bright colors and argyle. None of them were him. She should be furious at the way he spoke to her. All she could think of was how she wanted so badly to be with him again.

She got a call to the hotel room's phone. The one that no one ever called at.

"Hello?" she asked. "Hello?" Silence. "Chuck?" she said to the dial tone.

"Where is he?" Blair demanded as she walked into the bar. Nate looked up at her.

"Blair... I don't--"

"Tell me," Blair said with conviction. "I just need to know if he's okay."

"I don't know," Nate sighed. "He said about some deal in Beijing."

"He's gone?" Blair asked softly. "When is he coming back?" Nate didn't have an answer. Maybe there wasn't one. "I'm not supposed to know that."

She didn't care about what he wanted anymore. There was a time when he told her not to go looking for him. She didn't care anymore. She was coming for him and she didn't give a damn whether he wanted her to or not. She was outside the door, calling the car service when she froze.

There he was. Standing in a (conservative) suit, bag in hand, standing outside in front of the limo.

"Hey," he said vaguely.

"Hi..." she said, approaching him cautiously.

"I was in Beijing today," he mused. "It was a deal my father never finished. And they were talking about him..."

"Chuck, I'm so sorry--"

"No," he interrupted. "Its okay."


"Blair," he said, walking towards her just as slowly. "I have a lifetime of regret. You have no idea how much I wish I could just go back and change everything. Change every horrible thing I've said to you. Maybe even go back to that morning we finally woke up together and just...stayed with you. I wanted to. But I can't. I am a horrible person. I just thought I would come here and... talk to you."

Chuck really wasn't one for big speeches (despite ones that he dictated at his father's wedding.) Maybe he was changing that. Maybe he was just changing. For her.

"All I wanted to say was that I love you." He said it smoothly like he had been saying it all his life. "Just thought I should let you know, so you wouldn't think that you were mistaken or anything." That was when he noticed the bags in her hand. "So where are you going?"

"I was looking for you, you jerk," she smiled through euphoric tears.

"Why?" he asked in legitamite confusion.

"Because I love you, you Basstard," she smiled. And there was that smug smirk again. She dropped her bags and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him pull her in. She liked his lips against hers. That's where they were supposed to be.