A/N: As promised, here is the last chapter. It was meant to be part of the last one but I separated it so read it in synch with the last one if you want. Finally ending this fic. I hope its not disappointing.

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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Thanks for all of the reviews and support for this fic and also Desperate Housewives who helped inspire it.

"I bought it."

Blair turned around in her room, looking at him carefully at her doorway.

"What?" she asked gently.

"Your mother made the permanent move to Paris," Chuck explained. "And then you just... left. So I bought the building."

"You knew I would be back," Blair assumed.

"I took a chance," Chuck shrugged. "I kept it just as you left it."

"I see," Blair replied.

"Do you want me to leave?" he finally asked as she took a seat on her bed.

"No," she shook her head, her soft curls framing her face. "I want you to sit next to me."

Chuck approached cautiously, never underestimating the things that she did to him. He took a seat next to her, taking in her profile.

"I didn't run from you," she said quietly, staring at a point on the other side of the room. "I ran from the idea that you can never have a happy marriage on the Upper East Side. I wanted to come back after I heard about... the accident. But I didn't think you wanted me to."

He was silent for a long time. She couldn't bare to look at him, not wanting to be more of a disappointment. He spoke up finally.

"I wasn't asking anything from you," he replied.

"I know," she said, finally turning her head towards him. "But I wanted you to. And that scared me more than anything."

"You would have gladly taken the Vanderbilt ring," he reminded her coldly.

"Because it would have been a society marriage."

"And... us?" he pressed.

"I have never loved anyone like I love you," she said, nearing him slowly. And only took him a second to take in what she was saying before her back hit the mattress as he ripped at her hindering garments.

He was just thankful that she wasn't pushing him away like he was so afraid he would have to face happening for the rest of his life.

Instead, his heart just jumped as she rid him of his pants.

He usually liked basking in the afterglow. He remembered a time when he was with all those other girls. There were the chatty ones that really ruined his high. But when Blair used to do it, he just listened. She would say things that he had never really heard before.

She would tell him she loved him.

Every time her soft breath would brush against his shoulder with her words of love. It was only then when they weren't afraid. They didn't hide their feelings from each other. He loved the way she would love at him.

Now, her silence bothered him. He rolled on his side, facing her slick back. He thought back when he used to trace patterns between the freckles on it. He was apprehensive to touching her now, however. He wanted to. He wanted to keep touching her.

She was too silent now. He didn't want her to kick him out, even though he was technically the one who bought the place. He opted for speaking instead.

"Its yours if you want it."

"What?" she asked, her back still turned.

"The building," he said. "If you're... staying. You can have it."

"What?" she asked, rolling onto her back. He liked that she was actually smiling at least. "You're going to sell me my penthouse?"

"Think of it more as... joint custody."

At least he could still make her laugh.

"I didn't realize we were divorced," Blair rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you want," he smirked.

"I know what I want," Blair said, sitting up away from him. "I just don't know if I should trust those impulses anymore."

Chuck reached down for his jacket, retrieving the box. He took out the chain and quickly looped it around her neck, clasping it. Her head dipped, examining the ring at the base of her throat.

"Someday," he said, "I don't really want to return to that penthouse. I shared it with some soul-sucking harpy. I wouldn't want that to be us."

"This belonged to your mother," Blair whispered, reading the inscription. He knew they were treading carefully around the "us" topic.

"It doesn't mean anything," he promised. "I just don't want you walking off again."

"It means something," she said, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck. "Just don't go romancing my minions again."

"Does that mean you're staying?" he asked smugly. Blair leaned back against the pillows, her smile sultry.

"We'll see."

Heiress to Waldorf Fortune Back to Stay on the Upper East Side

After her long hiatus, Blair Waldorf has been confirmed to have a permanent stay. Back in the residency of former Waldorfs such as Eleanor Waldorf of Waldorf Designs, the young heiress has been spotted all over Manhatten with a new accessory. Not to mention the CEO of Bass Industries constantly seen on her arm, a certain diamond ring as been present around her neck since her move into the Waldorf penthouse. Does this have anything to do with the cancelled nuptuals between said CEO and Penelope Shafai, recently having been related to a scandal with her father's junior partner? And does this new rock around Miss Waldorf's neck tie her permanently to the young own of Bass? Only time will tell.