Title: Feelings of Betrayal

Word Count: Roughly 15,266

Rating: PG-13 for language and mature themes

Warnings/Spoilers: All of season 1 and minor season 2

Summary: Their fingers intertwined, and all Chuck was he never wanted to be without her again.

Official Disclaimer: All Gossip Girl plots and characters belong to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz and the CW. I do not own the company or the people. The characters in this story are not mine.

Author's Note: Guysssss!! This is it! The last chapter. I, for one, am very sad. As, I'm sure you can see. (lol). No, but really, I wanted to get this chapter up so you guys can see how it ends. I'm sad to be done with this, but I have lots of other ideas for one-shots and a Blair-centric fic soon. I also want to do a Chuck-centric one, all though it might not happen for a few months. But I have NO ideas for that that haven't been done before, so if you have any, feel free to tell me in a review or PM me :) So, anyway, this is the end of 'Feelings of Betrayal.' It's very OOC. Hope you can handle the fluff :)

Blair grabbed the glass knob, turned it, and flung open the glossy white-painted door only to see Chuck standing outside, face pale and hair disheveled, exactly three red roses in his hands.

"Blair…" Chuck's voice trailed off as he looked down at her, seeing a mixture of surprise and sadness in her dark eyes.

"Chuck." Blair didn't utter Chuck's name in an angry growl like she would have before. She just simply said it, her eyes searching him, waiting for him to do something, to make a move.

They stood looking at each other for a long moment, and then Chuck stepped forever and wrapped his arms around Blair, enveloping her into a hug. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear. Blair didn't say anything, just rested her head on his shoulder and remembered how good it felt to be in his arms.

Finally they pulled apart and Chuck held out the roses, all perfectly trimmed to be exactly the same length by the florist. He knew Blair was obsessive about things like that, and he wanted to get everything perfect.

With a small smile, Blair took them. Chuck looked down and then raised only his eyes to gauge her reaction. "These are to replace the ones I was going to give you on the plane," he said softly, not even worrying about how fucking lovey-dovey and romantic he sounded. He didn't give a shit anymore.

Blair looked down at the beautiful roses in her hands. Chuck knew her well enough to get the red ones. Nate had always gotten her pink, and she'd hated it, because red was supposed to mean true love. Pink meant nothing to her, besides, well…pink. "Why three?" she asked, unable to hold back her smile. She couldn't control the amazing rush of feelings surging through her every time she looked at him.

Chuck shrugged a little, embarrassed. "I don't know. A whole bouquet seemed too corny, and one just seemed like not enough." He raised one corner of his mouth in a little crooked smile that Blair just couldn't help smiling back at as she pictured him standing in flower shop, debating on how many roses would be "enough." That was just so un-Chuck-like, and completely adorable.

Blair reached out to take Chuck's hand, and his entire stomach felt like it was full of fluttering. Butterflies. She led him over to her bed and they sat down on her folded silk duvet at the end. Chuck cautiously reached out an arm and put it around her shoulders. He half expected her to slap him or push him out of the way, but instead she scooted closer to him, her soft brown curls brushing his cheek.

Chuck looked down at her outfit to realize how fucking gorgeous she looked. She was already all tan, and her dress barely covered her thighs. But unlike with any other girl, he didn't have the urge to immediately rip it off. Well, he did, but he could think of better things to do. Like just sit and hold Blair like he always used to before things got so messed up.

"Chuck?" Blair twisted her head to look up at him, and his heart jumped "Why…why did you do…it?" She swallowed hard. "I thought maybe things would be different this time."

Chuck sighed, his heart starting to beat too fast. He hoped Blair couldn't hear it almost pounding out of his chest. "It's just…my dad had to pick that moment to give me a speech on growing up and responsibility and faithfulness, and I just…don't want that."

Blair lifted her head and looked at him, surprised and a little hurt. But she'd thought that he wanted to be with her. Only her.

Chuck hurried to fix his mistake. "No, Blair, it's not like that. I want to be with you. I…I always have."

He had to take a deep breath after the words left his mouth. He was trying not to be so fucking mushy, but the puppy-dog look in Blair's doe eyes made him feel way more romantic than he'd ever own up to, even to her.

"But I don't want to change who I am. I mean, giving up all the women, the drugs, you know, the partying…fine. Whatever. You mean way more to me than any of those things ever would. It's just…you know…" He struggled to find the right words to admit something he never would have said out loud to anyone else, not even Nathaniel. He'd hardly admitted it to himself.

"You know…" Chuck repeated. "With everything…" He tried to regain is composure, despite being embarrassed out of his mind. "Look, Blair, my father always wants me to do this and that and be more like him, all buttoned-up and all business all the time." Chuck looked down at his shoes, still resting on Blair's soft white rug. "He never really believes in me about anything. Who I am is basically all I've got to…to keep from becoming like him."

He paused again before continuing. "I wasn't thinking at all. My whole head was…fucking messed up." He gave a shaky sigh, running his free hand through his already messy hair. "All I wanted to do was prove him wrong, and Blair, you have to believe me."

Chuck's tone of voice made him sound like he was…begging? No. Chuck Bass didn't beg…unless he needed something. Badly. In this case, Blair's forgiveness was at the top of his list.

"After it, I realized I couldn't stop thinking. And only about you." Chuck's voice cracked as he neared the end of his impromptu speech. "What I did…it was the biggest mistake of my life. And you know I've made some pretty big mistakes." He smiled wryly. "In some ways, I thought it would be better. You know, after all the stuff you've been through with Nate. I didn't want to let you down more. But I feel damn stupid about it now, because I did the same thing he did." Chuck looked at Blair through half-closed eyes, the pain in them hard to conceal.

Blair pressed her face into the fabric of his white suit jacket (Hey, she thought strangely and randomly, we kind of match). Her voice was muffled as she spoke. "Nate was supposed to my prince," she said, almost shaking her head at how stupid that sounded, how wrong she'd been. "He was the one I was always supposed to be with. I was supposed to get his mother's family ring. We were supposed to get married, and have kids, and live happily ever after." She sniffled. "I guess that's what kept me going back to him, even after everything. Even after…us."

Chuck smirked, feeling some of his energy rushing back to him. "You mean, that amazing night in the limo when my hands were all over your-"

"Chuck!" Blair looked up at him with a mixture of angry shock and relieved surprise in her eyes. He snorted and the two of them broke into laughter. It felt good to laugh, like they were letting everything out.

When the laughter died down, Blair became serious again. "I think I was sort of delusional." She bit her lip and looked up at Chuck, expecting him to start laughing again. But he just continued to watch her, understanding in his normally cold brown eyes. "I didn't realize how much it…hurt you."

Blair suddenly felt nervous as she looked at him. There was something dancing in her stomach. Could it be…butterflies? For Chuck Bass? Never. But she couldn't deny the tingling through her whole body as she murmured, "I'm sorry," and he laced the fingers of his free hand with hers before gazing back up at her, his face serious now.

"Blair, I won't be like that. I'm not going to plan our wedding while we're still in high school. I'm not going to force a ring on you. I'm not going to beg you to be with me because my parents need your family's support." He sighed. "But I can't be like that either. I can't promise that my father is going to love the idea of us together. I can't promise that no one at school will talk." His words caught in his throat as he said them, but it was best that Blair knew what she was getting herself into. "I can't promise to be that perfect guy." He lowered his voice. "But I can promise, and I will, that I will never, ever hurt you again."

Blair stared at him. His eyes were filled with sincerity. She'd never seen him look so innocent and hopeful, and as she looked at him, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Chuck was immediately worried. "Did I do something wrong?"

Blair shook her head and continued to sob into his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her tightly as she cried. If it was anyone else, he would have no idea what to do with tears, but he'd been faced with a crying Blair so many times that he knew it was just best to sit there and let her let it out.

Blair finally looked back up at him. Tears were still running down her cheeks, and she sniffed and wiped them off with the back of her hand. "You may not be perfect, Bass," she said, her eyes glistening, "But you're perfect for me."

Chuck's heart (Heart? No, you know I'm just joking, C) all but melted. Yes, he was using the most fucking cheesy expression he'd ever heard, but he couldn't help it. That was how he felt. He'd never been so happy in his entire life.

With Blair still wrapped in his arms, he reached up a hand to wipe the tears off her cheeks. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed the top of her head. Placing his lips on top of her glossy curls, he noticed something.

"Hey, that's the headband I gave you for Christmas, isn't it?" Chuck lightly touched the silky fabric covering it with his thumb.

Blair couldn't keep the smile off her face. He remembered!

Chuck leaned in close to her. "You know what the card should have said?" he asked softly.

Blair looked up at him questioningly as he held his breath.

"I love you," he whispered.

Now it was Blair's turn to melt. How long had she waited to hear those words from Nate? And here she was, sitting with Chuck, the last person in the world she ever would have expected to say them. What she was about to say next…she really meant it, with all of her heart.

"I love you too."

Spotted: C and B, busy kissing and making up at his Hamptons house. We're glad to have you two back together…who else would cause all the drama and scandal here on the Upper East Side? XOXO, Gossip Girl.

Author's Note: Just imagine a kiss after that last line. And another kiss. And then another one. And then...we all know what comes afterward :) Okay, I know it's silly, but I love, love, love CB fluff. It's just so...fluffy. And there's not nearly enough of it :( I guess that's what makes them Chuck and Blair, though. lol again. Anyway. Thank you guys so much for reading this. ILY for it. :D :D :D :D :D Yay! Again, thanks for reading and reviewing and everything. I never thought I'd get such a good response on my first fanfic. :D