Inevitable

Author's Note: I wrote this because I absolutely hate the journey the writers are taking Chuck and Blair on this season. I know that their relationship is rocky but enough is enough! I didn't like how 4x04 ended so this is how I wish their conversation at the end of the episode went.

Disclaimer: I do not own GossipGirl – if I did Chuck and Blair would be planning their wedding by now.

She could see him as she made her way down the stairs. She had no idea what to say to him or if she even had anything left to say, but he spoke first.

"I know what you did Blair. It's despicable even for you." He spoke with such venom in his voice that she was frozen, "Do you hate me so much you can't stand to see me happy?"

'Of course I don't hate you, I still love you' Blair thought to herself. But would she tell him that, no, her pride wouldn't let her.

"No," was all she got out before he continued. "So why did you drive the person I care most about out of town?"

This was all too much for Blair. Was Chuck really so blind that he couldn't see he was still the center of her universe and always would be? She also couldn't believe that Eva left so easily.

"Eva left?" she asked, "Chuck, I never meant to," but she was cut off once again.

"Make her leave me? Of course you did." Did Chuck really mean to wound Blair this much or was it just an added bonus?

"I need to know why," Chuck said as his expression softened, "Is it possible you still love me?"

"How could I still love you after what you did?" she responded, trying to keep her emotions in check. 'But I still do,' she added bitterly to herself.

"So you did it just to hurt me," he reasoned as his face became stone again, "Eva made me into someone I was proud to be. You just brought back my worst self. This means war Blair."

"Chuck," she started, war was the last thing she wanted with the man she loved.

"Me versus you. No limits," he said and then turned his back on her to walk away.

As soon as his back was to her, Blair regained herself and was furious. No one walks away from Blair Waldorf before she gives the command to go. So she did the only thing she could, she took off her stiletto and threw it at him, proud of her aim when the spike hit him square between the shoulder blades.

"You crazy bitch!" he screamed as he turned around only to see her brandishing the other shoe. "Emotional pain isn't enough, now you have to cause me physical pain as well?"

"You stupid bastard, I never wanted to hurt you!" she screamed back, "I only wanted you to be happy, pardon me for hoping that I was the only one who could do that!"

Before she knew it his lips were crashing down onto hers and he was carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. As soon as they reached the landing, they were undressing each other and leaving a trail of clothes to her bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed they were having passionate, angry sex against the wall before making their way to the bed where they continued having sex, once passionately with the anger abating and then once more, tender but full of passion.

'How could I be here again?' Blair thought to herself as she lay there praying that Chuck was finally asleep so she could untangle herself from him.

All she wanted was a shower and a glass of gin. Blair was never one to drink other than socially, but she needed to numb herself now.

When she heard his slow, steady breathing she extricated herself from his limbs, grabbed a robe, and quietly made her way to the guest shower before locking the door, afraid he would follow her.

XOXO

All things considering, Blair felt much better after her shower. However, she would never be able to fully wash Chuck Bass off of her.

She sat in the living room with a glass of gin when she saw him walking towards her in only his silk boxers. As much as she wanted to, she wasn't going to talk first, or even acknowledge him.

He helped himself to a glass of scotch and sat next to her on the chaise, looking at her.

After a few tense minutes of silence, he spoke, "Where do we go from here Blair?"

Nothing, she didn't say a word or glance his way, she just continued to stare vacantly in front of her.

"Are you even going to look at me? Because I'm not leaving anytime soon," he said as he put down his glass.

"You do," she told him, deep in her thoughts.

"I what?" Chuck asked quietly, very confused.

"Have the power to destroy me," she said, still not meeting his eyes, "in Paris when I said you didn't have the power to destroy me, I lied."

"Blair," he said quietly feeling like a total fool, "please look at me." When she didn't he touched her chin and brought her gaze to meet his.

"I can't be here again, Chuck," she told him while the tears streamed down her face. His heart broke; he made her cry, again.

"Shh, please don't cry," he pleaded as he pulled her to him and wiped away the tears.

"I'm so sorry, for everything I've done to you," he was close to tears himself when she looked at him and sighed.

"Chuck, you know I love you," she said looking him in the eyes and trying not to tremble. "I want nothing more than to be with you again but I can't put myself through that, I won't survive losing you again. These past three years of ups and downs with you have taken their toll on me. I know I've been responsible for half of them but I was always the one who tried, the one who opened up first."

"I'm here, Blair," he told her from the bottom of his heart, "I love you and I'm not going anywhere."

"You've said that before, and then you left. And I fell for it, more than once, so many times I've lost count."

Chuck didn't know what to say so he pulled her closer and kissed the side of her head.

"I can't lose you," he said with a cracking voice, "I know I fucked up royally," she scoffed at that as he continued, "but we are here now, and I'm not letting you get away this time."

And to prove his point, he squeezed her closer to him, "I love you."

"Chuck, I can't do this now. I'm tired and going to bed," she tried to get up but his grip was too strong, "Come with me. We'll talk in the morning."

Chuck thought his heart was going to explode; she was giving him a chance. Very gently, he stood up with her in his arms and carried her to bed, not ready to lose contact with her. When they got there, she went to her closet and put on one of her longer nightgowns before climbing into bed.

The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was Chuck spooning behind her, kissing her neck.

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