Author's Note: Well, guys, here's the final chapter. Thank you to all of you who have reviewed! I really appreciate it! And extra special thanks to Michelle (sunday nights) and Kendra (IAmNowACheckerboardChick). This is like, the time Chuck didn't say he loved her. Read and review! And if you guys liked this, check out "I Should Tell You", my mega, never-ending CB fic.

Disclaimer: If Gossip Girl were mine, Chuck's character would not slowly be being assassinated.

As Blair stood in the beautifully adorned room, all she wanted to do was melt into the floor. Everything was covered in shades of white silk and lace, creating a classic feel amidst the room.

It was perfect. And that's exactly what her life wasn't. Perfect.

As she watched Eleanor and Cyrus stare adoringly into each other's eyes, she just wanted to get away from here. She wanted to crawl under her covers, eat chocolate truffles, and watch Funny Face.

Why didn't anything ever work out? It was like all of the elements in the universe were working against her.

She fought for Chuck. She really did. Long and hard. She went out on a limb and said it to him first, because he needed someone. And because she felt it. More than she had with anyone. Blair knew he was slowly self destructing and needed someone to tell him they cared. And that's exactly what she did.

Too bad he threw it back in her face.

Blair tried her best to listen to Cyrus. To convince herself that he was just going through a hard time right now.

But, no matter what he was going through, he was still Chuck. He knew what saying that meant to her. And to him once upon a time as well. He knew that she did not take that lightly in the slightest.

And that's why, try as she may to convince herself otherwise, Blair couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he really didn't care. It wasn't that he was going through a hard time, or not himself, or whatever other shit people kept telling her. Maybe he truly didn't love her.

Ha. Of course he didn't. He was Chuck Bass. He was incapable of loving anyone, and she was stupid to ever think otherwise.

She silently willed herself not to cry as Eleanor and Cyrus said their vows. Why did they get the happily ever after? Why did they get to be happy? Why did they get to be in love?

She could feel her eyes flood with tears and blinked back as her vision began to fog.

Blair glanced to the side to see Serena happily grasping Aaron's hand. Blair held onto her bouquet of flowers tightly, looking down at them. They were purple…

Blair Waldorf sat at her vanity, combing her hair.

It was the day after Thanksgiving and she was going shopping with Serena in an hour.

They were planning on meeting at a restaurant on Park Avenue next door to the Waldorf-Astoria for lunch, and then shopping on Madison and maybe stopping at Bergdorf's and Bendel's if they had time.

She continued to comb through her flawless dark curls, mulling over what to wear. She was currently clad in a white silk robe.

Blair heard a soft creaking noise, causing her to immediately look toward her door. Sure enough, there stood Chuck Bass, smirk perfectly in place.

"Bass," she greeted nonchalantly, "You're back early."

"Bart had a business meeting first this morning," he drawled, "Not to mention, I didn't want you to get lonely."

"Well, fyi, I have plenty of company," Blair informed him.

"I picked these up for you at the airport," Chuck smirked, holding out a bouquet of purple flowers.

"You bought me flowers?" Blair questioned in surprise, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't act so surprised," he muttered, "I got you a birthday present, didn't I?"

"True," Blair noted, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Chuck answered, "Now, I'm curious as to how you're planning on repaying me."

"They're flowers, Chuck, not a ticket to Prague, which would be a perfect Christmas present, by the way," Blair hinted, "And anyway, I'm meeting Serena in twenty minutes and I'm still not dressed."

"I personally vote we keep it that way. Getting dressed is highly overrated," Chuck leered, pressing his soft lips to Blair's cheek.

She felt her pulse quicken ever so slightly at the small amount of contact, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

"I guess Serena won't mind if I'm a little bit late," Blair smirked.

Blair wiped her tears away, looking up to smirk at her mother and Cyrus.

She was happy for them. She was happy for them. She was happy for them.

Blair continued to repeat the mantra in her head. Just a little bit longer. Then she could disappear into her room.

She allowed her lips to twist into a small smile as Eleanor and Cyrus finished saying their vows. It was sweet. They really loved each other. She wished she and Chuck could have that. But apparently that would never happen.

She shook the thoughts from her head, forcing herself to at least try to have fun as Cyrus opened the champagne.

"To the Waldorf-Roses!" he announced as the group clinked glasses.

Blair smiled against the champagne flute as she took a sip. She someone tap her on the shoulder and glanced to the side to see Dorota standing before her.

"Miss Blair, Mr. Chuck upstairs to see you," Dorota informed her.

Blair felt her heartbeat quicken with a mix of anger and something else.

She smirked at her mother, Cyrus, Serena, and Aaron before gracefully heading upstairs.

Who did he think he was? He couldn't just reject her and then show up and expect her to forgive him just because the great Chuck Bass decided he felt like seeing her now.

She couldn't take much more of his mood swings. Honestly, this was ridiculous.

That was it. Blair would not let him walk all over her. She was going to go up there and tell him that he had no right to do this. If he didn't love her, then fine, but he had to leave her alone.

Blair entered her room and saw his pale form on her bed.

"What do you think you're doing here?" she interrogated, stepping closer and closer to him.

Finally, she stood in front of him, ready to tell him that she was done. That she was sick of the way he treated her, and if he didn't care then to just leave her alone.

But, then, he looked up and met her gaze. He looked so unbelievably broken that she couldn't bring herself to say any of what she had planned.

Instead, she pulled him into her embrace, because she didn't need to hear it anymore. He didn't need to say it, because she knew it was true. She could see it in eyes.

A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked this fic! Review please! :)