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In the taxi, the time seemed to stop. She was staring out the window, looking at the trees that were covered in little and big Christmas lights. New York City had looked all day more special than usual. The air felt colder, but it also felt so much cleaner. She into the air and wasn't suprised that no clouds were covering the night sky. Uncountable little stars were shining, some brighter than others. Still, it made her feel so empowered. Seconds were passing by, slower than ever. The taxi-driver was driving too slow. Blair was completely lost in her thoughts when she heard her maid say: "Miss Blair, I don't think I ever met someone who loves you more than Mr. Chuck, I'm so happy for you!" Blair smiled and asked her with a lot of excitement: "You knew about this, didn't you? And Serena? And everyone else?" Before Dorota could answer, the taxi-driver stopped the car and told them they were arrived at their destination. "Don't ask me questions now. There's plenty of time left for that after this. Come on, don't let Mr. Chuck wait any longer". Blair stepped out of the taxi and waved. It was time. She stared up at the tall, magnificent building. The building that was the center of the skyline. The building with the love of her life on. The man who was waiting for her. For her love.

She rushed to the elevator. Only a young couple and a mom with her son were with her in the elevator that brought her up to the 102th floor. She felt the air in her ears and around her shift as the elevator sped upwards. She looked down at herself and she adjusted the way her skirt was sitting. Blair took a large, deep breath. She never imagined that she would be standing here, she never thought after Paris, after the I don't love you anymore, after everything, that Chuck would ever like her again as a lover. But were they really lovers now? They were so much more than that. Soulmates, together by heart, by soul. The old Blair Waldorf would have said that she was a fool for love. Especially the love from Chuck Bass, the biggest womanizer, the biggest asshole she knew. The old Blair would have said that a woman couldn't be powerful if she gave her heart away. The new Blair knew better. Maybe all those stories her mother told her about boys and heartbreak were not always right. Her mother always told her that she had to follow her head, not her heart. But what was a woman without a heart? She knew Chuck loved her not because she was beautiful or had an amazing body. He loved her because she was as powerful, maybe even more powerful than himself and because she wasn't afraid of his love. The old Chuck would have said that he didn't love girls. But unconscious, he still loved. And for the world he might have been the womanizer, the man with no heart. But she knew Chuck Bass was a romantic, a hopeless lover. And the only thing that mattered, is that she knew it.

The letter that he had left on the stage at Victrola was not just his declaration of love for her, it was the thing that kept him alive. After he was shot and was laying on the dirty pavement of the dangerous boroughs of Prague, he thought about her. Only about her. Her smile, her laugh, her touch, her lips. All the memories that were laying underneath the surface of his heart, all the memories that he hid all summer from everybody, came back like birds fly back home after the winter was over. The moment he felt his heartbeat going down in speed, he promised himself that he would write one day a letter to Blair. All the months with Eva were long in the past, long forgotten. It had been nice, but then he realized only his mind was loving her, not his heart.

The elevator was still going upwards. The mom with her son were laughing at each other and the little boy, turned to look at Blair. She smiled back. Her happiness was so visible on her face and the hope and the love in the small lift was detectable by even the most cold-hearted person in the world. The young couple were holding hands and waiting anxiously on the elevator to reach the final destination. Blair put her mid-length beautiful brown curled hair behind her ears as she looked at her watch. It was 11.57 p.m. Almost midnight. Almost the 31th of december. The last day of the year would become the best. The year had been with a lot of up and downs, a lot of heartbreak and a lot of love. A lot of suprises and confusion, a lot of hate and loyalty. Her cell-phone rang. She didn't even look at it. Nothing was as important as this.

Finally after what felt like 9 years had passed, the elevator doors opened. She let the other people step out first. She slowly placed a foot on the floor. Her heart was almost jumping out of her chest. She felt that weird feeling in her stomach again. That feeling she had been feeling all day. Like little butterflies were flying all around in her body. She loved that feeling. It was crowed with people from all over the world as usual.

But even in that crowd she could see him standing. He was standing outside, with a bouquet of peonies, the same bouquet as he had been holding that morning. The look on his face was unsure, tensed but at the same time he looked happy, if that made sense. She looked on her watch. 11:59 p.m. This was it. It was then or never. She stepped with confident big steps to him, but it didn't take her long to start running toward him.

If two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back.

Chuck was staring at the skyline of the city when he suddenly felt 2 hands, 2 soft hands that had touched him so many times covering his eyes. He heard her laugh a little bit and then they turned to each other. The clock struck midnight. He took her trembeling hands in his and looked into her eyes. She looked in his and felt her heart beat faster and faster. I'm unable to describe the feeling they were both feeling. "You love me." It was all she could whisper.

He smiled and whispered back: "I was hoping you figured that out by now. You, Blair Waldorf, are the-". Before he could finish his sentence, she placed her hands on his cheeks and stood on the tips of her toes to bring his lips to hers. The moment they touched, she felt like fireworks were exploding inside of her. All she could think about was how perfect they matched. Their lips melted into each other like it was made to be. It was made to be. They both smiled and their teeth touched each other. Somewhere in the background she heard a soft, beautiful sound, a song playing. When they had to pull away, only because they needed air.

"You have no idea, for how long I wanted to do that." She said with stars twinkling in her eyes. He smiled and asked her: "So, I assume you made your decision?" She took both of his hands again in hers and all she said was: "Dance with me. Right here, right now." He placed her hands on her small back and pushed her against him. She laid her arms around his neck and whispered in the crook of his neck that she loved him too. They slowly danced and swayed to the music only the 2 lovers could hear.

She reached up to kiss him again, but he stopped her. "Blair. You should know that every word I wrote was true. You are everything I ever wanted. I'm so sorry about everything and Ev-". He was cut off by Blair again. "Shut up and kiss me." He laughed again and did what he was told to do. They hugged each other and she laid her head on his shoulder. She saw the mom with her son looking at them. The little boy smiled again.

She didn't want to let him go, but her arms started to feel numb and her feet began to hurt. They let go of each other and he took her hand again. "I know a lot has happened today. But we'll have plenty of time to talk about everything. I mean.. if you want to go home with me.." She rolled her eyes at him and smiled. "Hmm.. Maybe I need to think about that again." Blair joked and they turned together to the skyline. They watched the stars together and the lights of their city of love. She turned again to him. He took one hand and stepped back. Blair was well-aware of his intentions right now. She had seen numerous movies about proposals. But she wasn't in a movie right now. She was standing on the Empire State Building with this man kneeling in front of her. Her eyes widened and the tears that had been hiding behind her eyes finally fell from them. He was holding a little box from Harry Winston. "I know we are still very young and I know we are not perfect. But that doesn't hold me back from anything. I know what I want. And one day, I want you to be Blair Waldorf-Bass.

I want you to walk down the aisle to me. I want to wake every morning of my life, seeing you laying next to me. I'm not going to ask you to say yes to me right here, right now. But I'm Chuck Bass and you are Blair Waldorf. And I know I never want to let go of you again. Never again. So Blair Cornelia Waldorf, will you stay with me?"

A group of people were staring with anticipation at Blair. Blair felt like she was going to black out. This had been the best day of her life. The perfect ring with the little diamond was in Chuck's hands, waiting to be worn. Chuck smiled at her and looked at her with that look again. That look only he could give her. The look only she could understand. Her head was saying: "No, no! You are way too young! You can't be-" Her heart cut her mind of and the words were immedialtely out of her mouth. "Yes" she breathed.

Chuck carefully placed the promise ring around her finger and people were cheering all around them. Chuck looked more happy than she ever saw him and when their lips touched each other even the city lights and the stars were shining brighter than ever before, like they were encouraging the love between the 2 lovers.

Up next:

Chapter 6: For Forever

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