A/N: Here is the conclusion to my spoiler plot-bunny. :D I hope you enjoy this. And, for those of you who don't know, I'm living in Denial Land when it comes to certain details about Chuck's Season Finale screw-ups. So, I've written this to coincide with my beliefs about what happened after the credits rolled. :D Don't hate me.

I'm W A R N I N G you now... this was inspired by spoilers. I actually added another to the list and moved it to the bottom AN because I needed to use the idea. Not particularly spoilery if you know a few details, but if you don't, PRESS THE BACK BUTTON NOW. I'm not kidding. Not trying to be mean, but I don't want to hear how you didn't know that this included spoilers.

SERIOUSLY... SEASON TWO SPOILERS ARE AHEAD.

Now, without further ado...

Knowing What You Need

Chapter 2

Blair was staring at her dark phone in utter disbelief; the jerk hung up on her! "How dare he?!" Throwing the offending object down on her bed and watching as it bounced, it only took her a second to decide that yelling at him would be so much more satisfying in person. If she'd known he was here, it's what she would've done in the first place.

Ripping her robe off the hook and pulling it on over her nightgown, she stomped down the hall and into his room. There was no way she was going to let him get away with cutting her off; he owed her way too much for what he'd put her though.

Opening the door and lighting the darkness inside his summer lair, she could easily make out his shape lying on the bed. He didn't stir when she entered, but that didn't stop her; she didn't see how it was possible for him to be asleep again so soon. He didn't deserve sleep, as far as she was concerned; if he was trying to ruin her chance to move on, she would ruin his attempts to sleep. It was only right.

She'd come to finish their argument, so after closing the door she declared, "Tell me why you aren't out smarming some slut out of her bikini." She walked over to the side of the bed that he was sleeping on and stared angrily down at his form with her hands on her hips, "And don't think I'm leaving until I get some answers."

"No more interrogation tonight, Blair." She heard him sigh, "You can yell at me in the morning."

She spoke, her tone hushed and furious, "You can't tell me when to yell at you, you cretin! After what you pulled this afternoon, I have every right to ask whatever questions I want and yell about the answers."

"Then why aren't you yelling?" He knew why and his snicker was proof; she didn't want to wake anyone else in the house. Yelling may be her purpose here, but she was going to try and maintain a decent volume for as long as she could without resorting to murder. Even then, she wasn't making promises not to kill him.

Irked at him for trying to de-rail her by being clever, she slapped his shoulder, "You're avoiding the issue… Again."

"Just…" he sighed, "Give me a minute, okay?" She heard him take something from his bedside table and the lights came up to a dim glow; one that might be romantic any other time. Placing the remote back down, he slowly rose from his bed and stood to face her in all of his boxer-clad glory. "Now," he met her eyes, "Finish your ranting, so that I can get back to sleep."

"I'm not ranting," she poked him in the chest, hopefully showing him that his state of undress wasn't affecting her; that was a detail he did not need to know. "You hung up on me, Chuck. I just want to get my explanations so that I can get on with my life."

He rolled his eyes, "What was I supposedly explaining when I allegedly hung up?"

"You were about to tell me why you were in bed before dawn and I'm…" Hands still on her hips, she raised her eyebrows in expectation and added, "Still waiting, Bass."

Running his hand though his unfortunately adorable bed-hair, he asked dejectedly, "Maybe I'd be more willing to answer if I knew why it was so damn important, Blair."

"You know why." Spitting the answer in his face, she barely resisted the urge to slap him. Was he going to make her say it? How could she have ever believed this twisted person cared about her?

His voice was soft as he replied, "Pretend that I don't and remind me." She could feel her anger starting to dissipate when she saw how serious his demeanor was; he must have some secret he was keeping, something he was ashamed to admit. He wanted her to give him a reason to share it.

It was obvious now that he wasn't toying with her, but that didn't make it any easier to re-live the past. "It's important because…" she looked to the ceiling to blink back the tears that she couldn't let fall before meeting his gaze again, "Because if you didn't do it to sleep around, you abandoning me on the helipad doesn't make sense anymore. You breaking up with me… by text message… isn't something that I can trivialize, if that's not the case." Breathing deeply she turned her gaze to the floor and continued, "Because if it wasn't you who screwed everything up, it must have been me; that's just the way it is."

Blair felt a hand on the left side of her face and a rebel tear slipped down her cheek at the repentantly tender touch. "The reason," he answered gently, "Has everything to do with you… just not in the way you think." Using his thumb, he wiped the tear from its place next to her lips before he continued slowly, "It was brought to my attention that I couldn't be Chuck Bass and be with you… so I decided to let go before someone got hurt."

A cynical smirk lifted the right corner of her mouth, "So, I was right… sort of." But was it worth letting him see her cry to learn that? No; and it was never so unsatisfying to be proven right.

"Everything should've, mostly, worked out for me…" Dropping his hands to his sides, he scoffed, "Except that, no matter how hard I tried to be Chuck Bass… it didn't work."

Now she was confused; that didn't tell her anything and she earned her answers. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "It didn't work?"

Chuck rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and sighed in frustration. "No, it…" he turned his eyes down towards the floor and then back up to meet hers, "Didn't work."

The realization of what he was trying not to say made her jaw drop. "Oh. My. Gosh… you can't…" she let her voice trail off and then started to giggle uncontrollably.

"This would be why I wouldn't tell you."

"This," She squealed happily, "Is called Karma!" The giddiness made her want to jump up and down; it was so good to know he'd been thwarted. It almost made the pain she'd gone through worth it! "You broke my heart and I've hated you all summer for it… and, in retaliation, Karma broke…" She flicked her eyes downward quickly then met his stormy gaze with a wide smile, "Chuck. Bass."

He looked livid and spoke through gritted teeth, "But, I've figured it out…" He grasped her hips quickly, pulled them flush with hers, and she could feel the addendum coming at her before he even began to speak; "It's not that it never works… it just doesn't work for anyone but Blair Waldorf." His gaze filled with regret and the hands holding her hips moved up her sides, grazed lightly along the sides her breasts, and completed the journey to cup her face. "It seems as if my anatomy prefers you to anyone else; even after I'd lost you due to my foolish ego."

Sure the words weren't as poetic as she'd like but the sentiment was the same: he was sorry, even if he hadn't said it in so many words. His eyes could never lie to her and they held the heart that mattered behind any words.

The same seductive enchantment that had compelled her respond to his kiss in town earlier was pulling her heart towards him again, like a magnet to a steel building. She could give in to her heart; to forgive him would be so easy when he'd been so open, but there was one thing she needed to know first. Bringing her hands up to rest delicately on his chest, she whispered timidly, "There's been no one else?"

Chuck's eyes stayed on hers, steady and un-blinking as he replied soberly, "No… not since you."

Sliding her hands up from his chest and into his downy soft hair, she pressed her lips to his gently, tenderly reveling in the feel of his lips on hers. Earlier they'd kissed so feverishly; stolen kisses didn't leave time to savor sensations, so she took her time to caress his lips with her own as she waited for him to respond to her peace offering.

After a moment of slow burning kisses, just feeling out each other's mouths to refresh the dim memories, he pulled away and looked into her eyes with a smirk, "What about Mr. Perfect?"

"I guess he can collect his check and go," she smiled at him innocently, twirling her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "His mission's accomplished."

Putting his forehead to hers and heaving a sigh that sounded an awful lot like relief, he smiled, "Yeah, that's what I thought." They started to drift towards the bed and he asked, "So, you up for this?"

She pulled her robe down over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, "Depends on what this you're talking about." Reaching down, she pulled the hem of her nightgown over her head and threw it at him. "Because I'm so ready for this." Watching him gulp at her topless display, she giggled; it'd been way too long.

He laughed, "No, I know you're ready for that." Pulling her close and reveling in her skin against his he asked seriously, "I mean, are you ready to really try this? I'm still Chuck Bass."

"Oh, I hope you are," her hands slid down his back and found the waist of his boxers, pushing them down. "I never needed you to be someone else, Chuck," she looked into his eyes, "I just need Chuck Bass without the womanizing and the jealous scheming." Running her hands back around him she smiled, "Although, I have to admit, green does look good on you."

"I wasn't jealous…" her underwear dropped to join his on the floor, "You can't envy what's yours." He lowered his mouth to hers and she could feel his heart in the kiss, so she let the ownership comment slide. Letting him take him back them toward the bed, they fell into it and rediscovered each other.

It's basic human instinct to show the one you love how much you cherish them.

Especially when you finally admit to yourself that they're what you needed.

When Nate opened his best friend's door to pull him out of his misery, the one that Nate wasn't supposed to know anything about, and found that Chuck wasn't alone, his jaw dropped. He grabbed Serena's arm as she walked past him to show her what he saw and her jaw dropped as well.

Their stubborn best friends were covered in sheets and wrapped around each other. They looked as if World War III had finally been called on account of love in the middle of the night.

Everyone else had figured the cause out months ago.

Closing the door quietly, Nate and Serena grinned and laughed. There'd been tense silences and murderous looks since Blair arrived; Chuck had gone through scotch like water.

Everyone could start to actually enjoy what was left of summer, now that Chuck and Blair had called a truce. Nate just hoped they'd remember to lock the door next time. No matter how relieved he was that the battle was over, no one else needed to see that.

The Ex-Girlfriend and the Best Friend deserved their privacy.

And each other.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed my little foray into the Season Two CB reconciliation. If you can let me know what you thought, I can let you know what I thought about what you thought. :D Oh, and I'll love you forever, if that's any incentive.

SPOILERS THAT ARE INCLUDED:
- The first few episodes of the season take place in the Hamptons.
- Blair is being wooed by another guy.
- I basically got inspired by this from seeing a picture of Blair being kissed on the cheek.
- Blair does have blond highlights and was wearing ballet flats in the picture I saw.
- Used an idea from an episode side about Chuck being unable to "perform."