Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

Blair's alarm went off too early the next morning and threw her completely for a loop. She was totally disoriented as to where she was and couldn't figure out how to making the annoying buzzing stop. She began pushing every button there was but ringing continued. She quickly gave up and yanked the cord from the wall outlet. She sighed in relief as she sunk back against the familiarly scented pillows, a wonderful mixture of her sweet perfume mixed with Chuck's spicy cologne.

She did a quick internal inventory to conclude that she had a massive headache, a dry mouth and a stinging pain in her hand, but everything else appeared to be in working order. She didn't even remember how she had got home the previous evening. She vaguely remembered ordering the fourth round of cosmos for her and her friends, but she had a sneaking suspicion that they hadn't stopped there.

She rolled towards Chuck's side of the bed hoping to either find him sleeping next to her or chuckling in amusement at her uncoordinated fight with her alarm, but not only wasn't he there, his side of the bed hadn't been slept in. Had he been out all night with Nate? If he had, she was going to be beyond pissed. Late night Chuck was a dangerous Chuck, even with only one functioning arm. She'd make sure to yell at him as soon as her hangover subsided.

She stumbled into the bathroom with the intent of finding something in the medicine cabinet to alleviate her headache. She froze at the sight of the toilet. She couldn't even remember if she had consumed so much alcohol that it made her sick. What was she going to tell her therapist? Her mother? Chuck? Surely they'd give her a pass considering the amount of alcohol in her system, but still.

She had tears in her eyes as she tried to find a pain killer for her headache. Through her search, she kept knocking various bottles onto the counter and into the sink. Each time one rattled it caused the throbbing in her head to hurt a little worse and tears to come a little quicker. She desperately needed Chuck at that moment.

"Do you need a hand?" Chuck inquired as she appeared to finally give up her search and slump against the counter. He had himself propped up against the bathroom door frame. He was still livid with what happened last night, but he knew that she had to be miserably hung over.

"CHUCK!" she gasped as she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.

He held her tightly as he tried to soothe away her tears. Even through the anger, his concern for her well being was his top priority.

"How's your head?" Chuck asked as he kissed her temple softly, "You were pretty drunk when you came home last night."

She didn't respond to his question, instead Blair began to rain kisses along his jaw and neck line as she nuzzled against him. He knew immediately where her actions were heading. He had to stop her immediately.

"Not going to happen," Chuck snarled as he stepped away from her as she tried to kiss his lips. Blair looked at him in confusion. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she saw the faint red outline on his face. She reached out and found that her hand fit the mold perfectly.

"Chuck, I'm so sorry!" Blair gasped, "Did I do that?"

"Yes, you did," he confirmed, his voice cold and angry.

"Why did I . . ." she started to speak, but she realized quickly it didn't matter. He was angry and justifiably so. What the hell had she been thinking? "Never mind, are you okay? Do you need ice or anything?"

"While the concern is touching," he responded sarcastically as he light brushed her hand away, "It doesn't change the fact that you slapped me . . . without reason."

"I'm so sorry," she repeated. Her voice was full of remorse and sorrow. The tears from moments earlier returned with greater intensity.

"You come home drunk as hell, stumbling all over the place after three in the morning, practically throwing yourself at me, and when I refused you hauled off and hit me," he shouted. He didn't care at that moment that his yelling was causing her more pain. He was angry and even worse . . . he was scared.

He remembered how she fell apart the previous year after being rejected by Yale, and he was worried that she was spiraling out of control again. Ironically, it was the acceptance by that very same school that had been the cause. They had to deal with this once and for all.

"This isn't you," Chuck growled, "This isn't the Blair I love. What is happening to you? First the bulimia and now this. Finding comfort at the bottom of a bottle is not the answer. Trust me, I know. Whatever it is, talk to me . . . let me help you through this."

"I'm so confused," Blair proclaimed as she slumped to the floor as she began to sob.

Chuck's heart broke at the sight before him. Blair curled herself into a tight ball on her side as she sobbed until she was gasping for air. He knelt down next to her and curled himself against her as best he could, fighting the pain of laying against his injured shoulder so he could wrap his good arm around her.

"I don't know what to do," Blair stated as she finally regained some sense of composure, "Yale was my dream all of my life. It was my sole purpose for eighteen years. Everything that I did was in pursuit of that singular goal. When that fell apart . . . well, you were there . . . you know what happened. I put my life back together . . . with your help . . . and found a new reason for living, us.

"When Yale changed their mind and sent me that moronic letter, it felt like I had to choose between what I once was and what I now am. I feel like I'm being ripped in two."

"If you want to go to Yale, we'll figure it all out," he reassured her yet again, "I don't want you giving up your dream for me."

"But it was my old dream from my old life. I'm not that person anymore. When you and I finally got together, I felt whole. I know you don't like me saying that, but it's true. Knowing that you love me freed me from what I felt I had to be. I didn't have to be Queen B. I didn't have to be perfect. You know every side of me, inside and out. You've seen me at my best and my worst, and yet you loved me anyways," she explained.

"I've always loved you," he assured her as he kissed her cheek softly, "Even before I knew what being in love meant, I knew I loved you."

"Help me," she requested as she looked to him with pleading eyes.

"How?" he inquired as he brushed a few stray hairs away from her face. He'd been struggling with how to do that very thing for almost a month now. "Whatever you need, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you. You know that."

"Be with me," she stated as she rolled towards him, bumping against him accidentally, "Make love to me."

"Blair," he groaned more from his want for her than in actual pain.

"I don't care what the doctor says. We both need this," she insisted as she rolled him onto his back as she straddled him. She hissed as she felt the growing bulge in his pants press against her.

"God, you drive me crazy," he growled as his head slammed against the cold marble tile as she rolled her hips against his. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his lust for her took complete control of his body. "Blair, can we relocate to a more comfortable location." He was conceding to her wish but the cold floor of their bathroom was not a suitable place for them in that moment.

"Bed, now," she commanded as she rolled off him and hauled him to his feet and pulled him to their bed.

"I'm going to need a little help here," Chuck smirked as he looked towards the boxers he was wearing. Blair laughed as she quickly yanked his shorts down before removing the lingerie she was still wearing from the previous evening.

"Lay back," she cooed, "Let me do all the work. I would hate for you to further injure yourself."

"Be gentle," he whispered as he laid back as she climbed over him. There was no foreplay as she sunk down on him.

"Yes," she moaned as she reveled at the sensation of him inside of her, "You are never allowed to do anything that takes you out of commission for this long ever again. One week without you is more than I can stand."

"I guess you'll need to come with me on my business trip to Japan in a few months," he chuckled, "I'll be gone for ten days."

"I will definitely be there," she nodded as she began riding him.

"Jesus, Blair," he panted as she rode him frantically. He could feel her ready to fall over the ledge but she was holding back. She wasn't going to fall until he was with her for the ride.

He willed himself to relax back against the soft comforter and allow her to overtake all of his senses. The way she felt against his skin, the sights of her as she rode them both to their peak, the taste of her tongue as it swept into his mouth as she mimicked what he was doing inside of her, the smell of their combined arousal, but most importantly the sounds she was making. He could go permanently go deaf, but the sound would forever echo is his heart.

"Chuck," she called out, her voice desperate with her need for him, "Please."

"I'm there, Baby," he assured her. He knew instantly what she was asking for. She was looking for permission to jump off the cliff. "Let go. I'm right behind you."

She growled as her release came and as promised he was with her the entire way. As she fell against him completely spent, he tried to ignore the pain that was caused by her added weight against his upper body, but a low hiss escaped his lips. Her eyes went wide as she quickly rolled herself off of him.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she tucked her head against his shoulder as she tried to capture her breath.

"Blair, you have nothing to be sorry for," he assured her as he gulped for air, "That was incredible."

"We are a perfect fit," she proclaimed as she laced her fingers into his free hand as she studied the way they fit together.

"No arguments from me," he nodded as he kissed her forehead.

"We're always going to be like this, right?" she inquired as she looked into his eyes with eager anticipation as to what his answer was most likely going to be.

"I'll always crave you like I crave nothing else. You are air to me, Blair. I need you to stay alive," he assured her.

"I feel better," she announced, and he knew she wasn't just talking about recovering from her hangover. She was feeling better about herself. He could see in her eyes that the confidence that she had been missing for well over a month was returning. He didn't understand what exactly had changed as a result of them making love this time as opposed to the other times since she had relapsed, but most definitely something had. "I'll never be completely free from my bulimia, but I'm in a better place now."

"And Yale?" he prompted as he ran his fingers through her tangled hair. She would cringe if she looked in the mirror as her hair was mussed from sleep, but still beautiful . . . still Blair.

"They can stuff their acceptance letter where the sun doesn't shine," she smirked, "I certainly don't need them."

"What should we do with the letter?" he inquired.

"It got tossed a long time ago, didn't it?" she frowned.

"Check the top drawer of my nightstand," he prompted her.

She threw herself across his body as she opened the drawer. He moaned softly at the feel of her skin against his. When she had the drawer open, she found a wrinkled up piece of paper laying on top. She didn't even have to think about it. She slid off the bed and turned on their fireplace while throwing the paper into the blaze.

When she turned back towards him after the paper had completely disintegrated, she had a familiar smirk on her face. He loved that smirk. It was her way of telling him that he'd better get himself ready for round two.

"Insatiable," he laughed as she climbed over him once more, "Just the way I like you."

"Enjoy this while you can, Chuck Bass," she teased, "Because when you are fully recovered, I expect you to start pulling your own weight once more."

"With pleasure," he smirked as their lips collided together. Their tongues began to duel for control, neither willing to concede victory.

"I love you, Bass," she mumbled against his lips.

"I love you, Waldorf," he responded.

After they had finished making love for the second time, Blair drifted off to sleep tucked in securely at his side. He knew he should have been tired, but he wasn't. He was relieved and happy. She'd been there for him through the pain when he mourned for this father. It had been his turn to see her through her pain, and he had succeeded.

For possibly the first time, he felt like he was really going to be able to sustain their relationship for the long haul. Love and passion could only get them so far. Granted they had more passion than most, but in the back of his mind he knew that although he'd always crave only her, the passion could eventually die down.

Blair had been right the day they had finally gotten together when she proclaimed that their relationship would need to be about more than just sex. He understood now what she meant. They needed to be partners in life. They had to be there for each other through all of life's ups and downs. That worried him more than the monogamy. He wasn't good with with his own ups and downs. He didn't know how he'd ever manage to see her through hers. Now he'd proven to himself that he could do it.

He was surprised when he pulled himself out of his thoughts to see that she was staring into his eyes. She had a lazy smile on her face.

"Thank you," she responded sincerely as she began tracing random patterns along his chest.

"For what?" he inquired as he covered her hand with his, stilling her motions.

"For helping me through this. I know it wasn't easy for you," she replied.

"I'm just happy that you're feeling better," he proclaimed.

"And I am better," she assured him as she leaned in to kiss him, "Because of you."

He smiled at her warmly as she drifted off to sleep again. He joined her in her slumber this time. The outside world fell away as she slept in his arms with a genuine smile on her face.

The End.

This just felt like the natural end to the story. I have a few ideas that I'm playing around with in my head that may or may not result in anything. I'm open for ideas. Any requests?