After he returned from Chicago, Chuck isolated himself more than ever. When Blair had left him the first time he had mostly cut himself off from the world, but he still occasionally spent time with his step-family or went out to get a drink with his best friend. But ever since he got back from Chicago, he only split his time between the office and his suite. He rarely ventured anywhere else unless it was for business. There were too many prying eyes and desperate women at the bars and he no longer desired to spend time with the Vander Woodsens or Nate.

On his flight back from the Windy City, one of his P.I.s called him to let him know that Blair had quit her job, so he wasn't surprised when two weeks later he received word that she had moved back to New York. He knew that Serena and Nate were wary of his reaction to the news and they were ready for him to make some sort of move, but he remained faithful to his promise. He didn't try to contact her. He didn't go to her apartment. And he never went out anymore, so she didn't have to worry about running into him.

But she found herself wishing they would come into contact somehow. She knew it was naïve and weak and pathetic, but she missed him. She hadn't admitted it to him, but she accepted his pathetic attempt at an apology and she still loved him. Despite everything he had done to her, she still loved him. And she believed him when he had said that he loved her too. This was the exact reason why she had left; why she had needed to avoid him. She would always give in to him. She couldn't stop caring about him, no matter how hard she tried.

A few days after she moved back to New York, she talked to Serena about it, about her inability to walk away; her inability to forget him. Blair told her all about his visit, his apology, and his promise to stay away. The blonde's response surprised her. She said she wasn't shocked by his speech. She said that he hadn't been the same since Blair left. She said that he had actually become quite the hermit since she left; that he tried to avoid social settings, especially when there would be a lot of single women present. She said that he got a wistful look on his face when her name was mentioned; that he obviously regretted his actions in their relationship.

Blair was shocked. Not because she hadn't believed Chuck when he said the same things, but because Serena was actually defending him. Serena had always been one of the biggest supporters of her relationship with Chuck, but she knew how much he had hurt Blair, so if she believed he had changed, then he probably had.

After she left Serena's, Blair found herself outside his suite. She didn't know how she got there, and she wasn't even sure why she was there, but before she could process what she was doing, she knocked on his door. He opened the door with disbelief clear on his face. He tried to cover it up with a cool exterior, but Blair had always been able to read him like a book.

Before he could say or do anything she stepped around him into the apartment. She walked right in, placed her purse on the table and took her coat off. He had closed the door, but he was just standing in the entryway completely speechless. She turned to him with her shoulders slumped dejectedly, "I don't know why I'm here, so don't even ask. I just got finished talking to Serena and the only place I wanted to come was here."

"Blair, I-, I don't know what to say." He kept his distance with a blank look on his face. He had no clue why she was there, and he didn't want to get his hopes up. He thought she had wanted space. He thought she didn't want to see him, yet here she was, in his suite.

"I don't either, Chuck." She said exasperatedly, "All I know is that ever since you came to my apartment in Chicago and ever since I've been back here in New York, all I've wanted is to see you. I know you said you would stay away, and I know that it is for the best, but I just can't stay away. Because despite everything you've done and all the lies you've told me, I still love you, you Basstard."

"Blair." Chuck took a hesitant step towards her. When she didn't immediately recoil he took a few more steps until he was able to place his hands on her arms. Her eyes were focused on the ground, but he stooped down to try and meet her gaze, "Blair," She finally looked up to meet his eyes, "Are you happier when you are with me?" He asked slowly, "Without the other women and my emotional distance; are you happy?"

Blair looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "Chuck, I-"

"Just answer me honestly. I'm not the Chuck I was when you left. I've changed; though I think Serena made you realize that. If you can say that you are really happy when you are with me, then we can make this work. I know you were happy with me once, and I know that I hurt you. I know it's selfish of me to ask you to risk your heart yet again on me, but I am selfish, Blair, and I want to be with you. If you feel just the slightest bit better when you are with me, then why can't we try again?"

She was again looking at the ground as she slowly shook her head. "You're wrong." She lifted her head with a hint of a smile to look right at his devastated face. "Serena didn't convince me; you did, when you came to Chicago."

He stared at her in shock. He had thought she was going to say he had only caused her pain and misery, which he had most of the time. But when he wasn't messing up their relationship, when he wasn't stomping on her heart, her time with him had been the best time of her life. "Chuck, I think you're ready; I think we're ready. We can do this; we can make this work. I just spent two years trying to move on and forget you, but it didn't work. I moved halfway across the country, and yet seeing you for just a few hours brought back all the same feelings I had the last time we were together. I know I could never be with anyone else, but I don't think I could handle it if you hurt me again-"

"I won't" He pleaded earnestly.

"I know you won't. I can see it in your eyes. I've always known you better than anyone, Bass." She said with a chuckle as she moved closer to him. She put her hands on her shoulders and raised her face to his as she bit her lip nervously, "So what would you say to me moving back in here?"

"I'd say everything is right were you left it, Princess." He whispered against her lips.

She pulled back before he was able to kiss her and searched his face, "You kept all my stuff? After all this time?"

He smirked at her, "I couldn't bear to throw anything away. It was all I had left of you." He ducked his head in embarrassment, "I guess I figured that as long as I kept your stuff around, you weren't really gone for good. You would come back, at least to pack up the rest of your things."

She rested her forehead against his with a small smirk, "Well you were right, I did come back. But I'm not going to pack up; I think I'll just leave everything here, if that's alright." He let out a soft laugh as she moved her mouth closer to his and continued, "Maybe I'll do some unpacking too; I picked up a few things in Chicago."

Before he could answer, she kissed him. It was the most fulfilling kiss he had ever experienced. It was like they had never been apart, they still moved perfectly in sync; knowing exactly what to do, where to touch, how to make each other feel the most pleasure. Sure, they had had blissful times as a couple before, but this time it was different; they both could feel it. They were finally ready, finally mature enough to be together and make it work. They had always known that their love was forever, and now they sure that they could spend that forever together.