Title: Hearts Break, Tables Turn and lives are emptied…

Chapter: 17

Author: Ellibells

Summary: When Blair and Dan overhear the conversation between Chuck and Raina in 4x15, alternative ending. Blair flees from the room. Nothing has ever hurt more than her heart breaking. This is not a Dair fic. I have nothing against their friendship because it is simple but… a relationship…no thank you!

A/N: This is it folks, the final chapter! You have all offered me AMAZING SUPPORT throughout this rollercoaster and just as a thanks, I am texting Ed as we speak and he is going to visit you all and share the love! ;) As this story is called Tables Turn…and it was inspired by this particular song…please listen to Turning Tables by Adele & Day Too Soon by Sia

The moment Chuck had left her that morning, she resolved herself to keep occupied and stay as far away as possible from whatever he wanted. Her head was spinning and she had no idea what to do; all she knew was that she was the only piece left to be played.

Chuck walked swiftly into his penthouse, hoping Blair would have left; it would have made it much easier this way, so he could prepare for whatever he was destined to face.

He stepped into his bedroom to find his bed made, as if nothing had transpired the evening before.

Walking towards his wardrobe, he noticed something different. He noticed his shirts had been moved slightly and when he inspected further, he realised something was missing. Opening it slowly, he realised just what was innocently missing.

He stopped. Closing his eyes for a moment, wondering what this meant.

Pulling himself together, he stood up and walked out into the kitchen. He needed a drink, a large one.

Noticing Nate at the bar, he flinched. Not wanting to speak or even make eye contact with the man who had stabbed him in the back.

Truthfully, he wasn't mad at Nate, his best friend. He was mad that he lost, and someone else took his place. He didn't need Raina, he never did, but just the fact that someone won instead of him, it made him want to throw something. There was always someone better waiting in the sidelines.

When Nate and Chuck were children, he remember the conversations Nate would have with Bart, his father not batting an eyelid as he conversed with the 'Golden boy'. Chuck's effort drained.

His mind flickered to Blair. How she would always compete with Serena for her mother's affection, rarely achieving her goal. Two completely twisted people, a match.

Chuck concentrated on Nate as he stepped in front of him.

"Chuck we need to talk." He stated.

"What makes you think I have any desire to talk with you, Nathaniel?"

"You may not, but I want to explain…" he continued.

"What? The fact that you went and stabbed me in the back?" Chuck shot.

If looks could kill, Nate wouldn't stand a chance.

"It wasn't like that. You asked me to convince Raina to give you another chance and she made it clear she didn't want to give you one-"

"So you moved in the moment you had the chance. If you needed to get laid so badly Nathaniel, you could have used my little black book I kindly donated to you." Chuck interrupted.

"I really like her, Chuck. It just happened, we got talking and we connected…"

"Aw, how sweet for you", Chuck replied sarcastically.

"Do you have feelings for her?..." Nate asked curiously.

"No. but next time, why not try waiting five minutes before trying to sabotage my business deals."

Chuck began to move towards the elevator.

"You got the Empire back, what more do you want?" Nate yelled across the suite.

"Trust!" Chuck cracked. It came out of no where as he turned around, throwing his jacket against the pool table.

"What?..." Nate was totally perplexed.

"All my life I have had to compete for what I want. The one time I thought I could trust you, you threw it back in my face…." he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're one to talk. Me and Blair were broken up for twenty minute and you had already taken her virginity. Don't talk to me about trust."

"What has Blair got to do with this?"

"You tell me. I know you Chuck. I can see right through you…and I know whatever is going on with you and Blair, you are shitting yourself."

Chuck rolled his eyes and looked away. Nate knew. Why wouldn't he? He was his best friend and had been for 20 years.

"You can't control everything. Sometimes you just need to let go…" Nate said calmly.

"I am not letting go."

"I'm not saying let go of Blair. I'm saying let go of what you're holding onto…stop running away from issues that are unresolved. I know you're not a coward… Chuck Bass isn't a coward".

Chuck could say no more, all that needed to be said had been.

"This was never about Raina and we both know it. Just let it go…"

Chuck made eye contact with Nate, giving him a nod. He left.

xoxo

"Mother!" Blair chirped up as she greeted her mother from the plane.

"Blair, darling!" Eleanor announced as she gave her daughter a rare hug.

"How was Paris? I heard it's been beautiful this week…"

"Beautiful indeed it was. Did you manage to do the errand I asked?"

"Of course, do you fancy discussing your trip over dinner? I have time to spare and it would be nice to catch up", Blair asked optimistically.

"Oh, no thank you Blair, I have to get to the office and do some paper work. Maybe next time?" Eleanor suggested as she scooted into the limo.

"Yes, of course." Blair said trying to hide the twinge of disappointment in her voice.

"What's more important than work?..." she added quietly before slipping in after her mother.

xoxo

The pair didn't speak much. Just the niceties and some casual banter as the limo roamed through New York towards the Waldorf office.

Blair glared through the glass window as the limo stretched across huge buildings and blocks.

She could feel the burn in her purse as she thought about where she could be right now, what she could be preparing for.

She looked down to her phone. 18.49pm it read. Eleven minutes remained, keeping her from her destiny. Only the force of her body could keep her from going to that place.

With every blink she saw his face, heard his voice, memorized his presence.

Blair Waldorf thought she knew everything; the thing was…she never really knew anything about love. Not until now. Not until Chuck.

As she concentrated on their travel path, the streets became all too familiar and before she knew it, the limo had come to a halt.

Blair turned to Eleanor in confusion.

"Why are we stopping?" she puzzled as Eleanor turned to her daughter's attention.

"You know why." She stated as she slid over to where Blair was sat.

"I don't understand…" she had no idea why her mother knew about the time and place of Chuck's proposed rendezvous.

"Serena called me and told me that you had been acting out of character", Eleanor responded.

"But I don't want to be here…" Blair felt her heart clench; of course she wanted to be here, the only thing keeping her from running into the building was pure fear.

"Do you love him?" she asked simply.

Blair didn't speak for the moment, instead letting the answer linger on her lips.

"I have always loved him…as long I remember, but it's not that simple anymore…" Blair finally answered, feeling the tears build at the corner of her eyes and the lump forming in her throat.

"I never said love was simple, but what is keeping you from being together?" Eleanor asked, taking Blair's hands in her own.

"Everything! Our history, our path, the hurt…" Blair could no longer stop the tears that seeped from her soul.

"Forgiving someone isn't weak Blair. Being weak is running away from the truth. And Waldorf's are not weak."

"He makes me weak…it scares me how vulnerable he makes me feel, like a little girl…" she offered as she let her mother hold her hands.

"It's not wrong to be scared; it's the most natural feeling in the world. The feeling that you don't know what is going to come next?..." Eleanor guessed.

Blair nodded.

"Tell me something Blair; after all the hurt, did you ever feel as if it wasn't worth fighting for?"

"Once…I just, I-I don't know anymore…"

She cried, letting Eleanor brush away her tears.

She cupped her daughter's face, like she had done so many times when she was a little girl.

"What does your heart say?" she asked softly.

"Run to him." She muttered bluntly.

"That's your answer…" she confirmed.

Blair began to shake her head.

"Last…last year, I followed my heart and it got trampled…then I followed my head and my heart hurt…" Blair protested.

Eleanor laughed little at how confusing her daughter was being.

"And what hurt more, trying to fight it with your head or following your heart?"

"Fighting it…"

Eleanor nodded in encouragement. Blair glanced down at her phone that was sitting in her lap.

19.06pm

"I've seen you two together; how strong you are, how passionate you are…that's what love is. The way he looks at you and you him. If it's meant to be, you'll stop fighting and be strong…"

Blair swallowed hard as she took in what her mother had said before nodding, she was nodding.

"Thank you…" Blair said as she began grabbing her phone and tossing it in her purse before moving for the door handle.

Just as she was about to step out of the limo, Eleanor caught her hand. Blair turned to see her face.

"I am so proud of you, Blair…. Now go!" Eleanor gestured with her honest smile. The smile Blair only saw once in a blue moon.

Blair replicated it and made a swift exit towards the doors, looking up to read the sign.

Victrola

She inhaled deeply before entering the familiar building.

Almost running inside, she couldn't see him anywhere. She began to panic, she had got there too late.

Just when she was about to give up hope, she scanned the room and noticed a door, the door to the roof. Chuck always did have a thing for roofs.

19.10pm

She ran up the stairs as fast as her Louis Vuittons could carry her.

xoxo

Her heart was thumping as she reached the final barrier between them. She reached into her purse and felt the black box between her fingers, letting them linger for a moment before removing it with her hand.

19.12pm

She pushed the door open to find, nothing.

Her heart raced in anticipation as she looked around the roof desperately until her eyes found what she was looking for.

A sigh of relief left her.

He mustn't have heard her, so instead she walked up behind him quietly.

Just before she reached him, he turned around, feeling her presence.

The look on his face was worth a million wishes. Priceless.

"You came?" he muttered in surprise.

The moment she didn't walk through the doors at seven, his heart ached with regret, with loss.

She nodded, smiling at his expression.

"I was resolved not to…every bone in my body tried to slow me, every voice in my head screamed 'don't'" she grinned at her recollection of words. So did he.

"Blair I-" she cut him off.

"Don't. I know you are, and so am I…but I don't care anymore. The stupidest thing I ever did was fall in love with you… but it was also the best thing I ever did and I will never take it back…"

He tried to speak again, but she stopped him with her perfect index finger against his taught lips.

Before he knew what she was doing, before he could stop her, she began to kneel on the cold floor of the roof. Dropping her purse in the process.

The sun was setting and the lights of the city shone around them as Blair took her position in front of the man she had fought so hard for.

"Blair what are you doing on the floor…" he tried, puzzled at her sudden stance.

"I told you not to speak." She shot, following it up with a smirk.

She pulled the box that had been safely wrapped behind her back in view. Chuck immediately felt warmth run to his heart, the fluttering dancing in his stomach.

"I don't want your apologies, I want your promise…I want you…" she demanded more than asked.

"For some reason unbeknown to me, I am in love with you, so deeply that I lose common sense! I lose my sanity and judgment when I am with you and it scares the shit out of me. But what scares me more is living without you…"

"So…Chuck Bass, you enormously stubborn, pain in my ass, will you promise to not hurt me ever again…not let me go?" She asked solemnly, holding the box in front of her.

She hadn't realised the few tears that had strayed from her eyes as Chuck knelt in front of her, closing his hands around the black box.

"I promise."

She smiled her real honest to god smile.

As did he.

"Well what are you waiting for? Ask me! This was not how it was supposed to happen!" Blair reminded him as she let go of the box.

Chuck wanted nothing more than to grab her and just hold her, but he had a Queen to claim.

He smirked at her return, as he helped her to her feet; just how it should be.

"Blair Cornelia Waldorf; the only woman I have ever and will ever love…will you allow me to keep my promise and make me the happiest man in the world by agreeing to marry me; the man who is completely and utterly, crazily in love you?"

Blair bit her bottom lips as she dusted her tears away innocently.

"Chuck Bass is a romantic...who knew!" she whispered cheekily. "Why should I?" she smirked, waiting for his response.

He took the cue.

"Because… I'm Chuck Bass…and you're Blair Waldorf…" He grinned, opening the box as her eyes met the ring that had always been destined for her.

"I suppose I could make an exception…" she pondered as she let him take her left hand.

"Sorry, I didn't quite get that?..."

Blair shook her head. Chuck Bass always wanted the last word.

"Yes!"

He laughed as he finally slipped the band onto her finger, the perfect fit. Of course it was…

Without waiting another second, he pulled himself to his feet and took his fiancé into his arms, kissing her with every bit of life he had.

"I love you", he gasped in between kisses, making sure he was looking her in the eye.

"I love you too", she grinned as she moved her lips across his once more, whispering just as their lips touched…

"I promise…"

They held each other so what must have been a life time, what would always be a life time.

Nothing had ever felt more simple, nothing ever would. But all they knew was that this was real. They were real.

Hearts break, Tables turn and lives are emptied…only to be fixed and filled back up by the only person able.

ChuckandBlair BlairandChuck. Two lives colliding, two hearts mended…

Tables are always turning but sometimes… two lovers find their way back and the cracks can be mended…

A/N: Tadah! Oh you guys have been amazing! And of course, it was always going to be a HAPPY CHAIR ending! What do you take me for! teehee! Thank you to all the people that reviewed and supported me from the very start of this story; I hope this filled your expectations! You may disagree but I do not think an epilogue is needed unless there are requests! But all I have to say now is, thanks and I hope I see some of you reader reading my other stories in the future :D a final R&R would be lovely ;) and again, THANK YOU! x