Okay, so I know I shouldn't be starting another story while I'm working on Win A Date with Nate Archibald, but this idea came to me, and I wanted to try it out. I am taking a slight break from my other story as I am having trouble keeping my inspiration for it. I will finish it--but right now I have a lot of inspiration for this new story.
This new story takes place as an alternate ending to 2x13 and it will be a multi-chaptered Chuck & Blair fic. I got the title from an amazing Dierks Bentley song. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue.
I do not own Gossip Girl.
Enjoy :)
My Love Will Follow You
Prologue
To say the day had gone horribly so far would be an understatement. Chuck Bass would probably consider it one of the worst days of his life. After being forced out of his suite that morning by Blair and Nathanial and having to endure the forced looks of pity that everyone at the funeral service and after party had given him, all Chuck Bass wanted to do was get away. He had almost succeeded in his task as he fled the hotel and headed straight for his limo. But of course, Blair Waldorf caught up to him.
"Chuck! Stop!" he heard her call as she chased him down the sidewalk.
He stopped and slowly turned towards the brunette goddess that somehow seemed to have a complete hold on him.
"Don't go," she pleaded. "Or if you have to leave, let me come with you."
"I appreciate your concern," he bit out as he opened the door to his limo, trying again to get away. He hoped she would take the hint that he just wanted to disappear and that she would just let him do it.
"No, you don't," she retorted firmly.
Who was he kidding; this was Blair Waldorf he was talking to.
"You don't appreciate anything today. But I don't care. Whatever you're going through, I want to be there for you," she pled sincerely. Some part of him deep down wanted to let her. Part of him wanted to let his guard down and let Blair comfort him and help him to get rid of the burning that he felt in his chest, the overall pain he was experiencing throughout his entire body. But that would make him look weak. And Chuck Bass was not weak.
"We've talked about this. You are not my girlfriend," he spit at her in an attempt to get her to go away so he could continue on his mission.
She wasn't standing down.
"But I am me, and you are you," she reached for his hand and he for a moment allowed his hand to hold hers back. "We're Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you've ever done, the darkest thought you've ever had, I will stand by you through anything."
He was confused. He couldn't understand why someone so beautiful and so perfect would waste her time defending him. He was worthless and pathetic and even his dead father hated him.
"And why would you do that?" he asked somewhat harshly, not anywhere near prepared for her response.
"Because I love you," she stated with a strange mix of fear and confidence all in one.
His heart immediately constricted, he couldn't believe the words that he had so long wanted to hear had come out of her mouth. He knew his face was showing all sorts of emotions, and closed his eyes in an attempt to mask them.
Blair Waldorf just admitted that she loved him. Blair Waldorf loved him, Chuck Bass. He wanted nothing more but to kiss Blair and hold her and never let go. He wanted to tell her he loved her too and that he had always loved her. But the pain in his body was too strong; he couldn't bring himself to utter the words that had been true for so long. He needed to get away. But he didn't want to lose her either. Maybe if he had time to heal, he would be able to give Blair what she had just given him. And if what she said was true, she would wait for him to do so. She would come with him if he needed to leave.
So he did the only thing he could think of to do. He turned away from her and climbed into his limo, and left the door open. He wanted her to climb in and run away with him, but he couldn't ask her to do it. The ball was in her court now, all he could do was wait and hope that she would slide in next to him.
*****
Blair Waldorf couldn't believe what she had just done. She had finally admitted to Chuck Bass that she loved him. After all the games and the lies and the hurt they had gone through, she finally said the words that both of them were so afraid to say.
She knew she made the right decision in doing so. He was in pain, she could tell by looking in his eyes and the general way he carried himself. She had never seen him like this before. He was very unlike himself and it made her heart hurt. She hated to see him in such disarray and she needed to do everything in her power to help him.
So she opened her heart to him, and hoped that it would prove to him that she was there for him and that she would do anything for him.
After uttering the three most important words of her life, all she could do was wait for his reaction. She was both nervous and excited. She was afraid of what cruel thing he might throw back at her to get her to leave him alone, but she also hoped that he might show her that he felt the same way. She knew he did, and she knew he probably wouldn't be able to say it back right away, but she hoped for just some verification that he understood what she was telling him and that he would let her in.
She felt her heart stop when he turned away from her, and felt tears burn in her eyes and threaten to fall. She watched him get into the car and expected him to shut the door and have the limp drive away. But he didn't, he left the door open. She couldn't believe what was happening. He was asking her to come with him. To where, she didn't know, but that wasn't the point. He was asking her to come with him, to be there for him, to stand by him. She let out a sigh of relief and quickly climbed into the limo after him.
She slid into the seat that was all too familiar and shut the door behind her. She immediately turned her head to look at Chuck, who was looking at her with a look that consisted of shock, confusion, and…hope? He didn't say anything; he just reached his hand out into the space between them and looked into her eyes. She gave him a reassuring smile and reached her hand out to join his. He squeezed hers slightly and then turned to look out the window. She squeezed his hand back and watched him as he stared out the window lost in his thoughts.
The limo had started moving and she had no idea where it was going. She knew it was probably taking them somewhere far away, but she didn't care. She was with Chuck and he was letting her in, slowly, but surely. She slowly scooted over in her seat to move closer to Chuck. She moved their entwined hands into her lap and leaned her head to rest on his shoulder. He shifted slightly, as if to make her more comfortable, so she picked her head up and placed a light kiss on his cheek in appreciation. She put her head back onto his shoulder and let herself relax in the moment.
In that moment, she promised herself that she would do everything she could to help Chuck through this. She would love him and show him that she loved him. She understood his need to get away, and she would follow and support him anywhere they went. As long as they were together, as long as he let her in, nothing else mattered. She would make him better, she was sure of it.
Okay so please let me know what you think so far and whether or not you think I should continue. Feel free to leave ideas too :)
