Five Years From Now
by: xSTARxSHiNEBABY
Summary: Five years has passed since the night he came back. Five years has passed since the night he left. Heʻs back in the city after all these years, looking for the one person heʻs always regretted leaving behind. He comes back to more that what heʻs expected. SPOILERS: ep. 2x13
Chapter 1: In Blairʻs Dreams
A/N: Hello people of ! It has been a very, very long time since Iʻve uploaded a fanfic, and this is my very FIRST one that has nothing to do with Harry Potter! I hope that you all enjoy my attempt at a GG fic. Newer chapters will be up ASAP, but I have finals (first sem. in college=OVER) and other obligations, but I promise that I will update as much as possible. I am absolutely open to constructive criticism! Thank you again for reading.
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Itʻs 6 am and the sun is just beginning to rise along the Manhattan skyline. Blair Waldorf is sitting alone in the lounge of her 3-bedroom condo. The one she had lived in for the past 4 years. The one Cyrus, bless his heart, had bought for her, his own personal gift of escape.
*Flashback*
Blair and Cyrus are standing in the foyer of the Waldorf home. Itʻs Christmas break, Cyrus & Eleanor are leaving for their honeymoon in Hawaii, Blair is spending her holidays in Europe, with her father and Roman, and also looking for him.
"An early Christmas gift for you, Blair. Youʻve been through so much, you deserve this," said Cyrus, slipping the key into Blairʻs hand as he left with Eleanor.
*End flashback*
It seemed to Blair that Cyrus had known everything that would happen to her. He knew what had happened to her, he was the one she went to when she found Chuckʻs note that morning. He was the one who helped her track Chuck down, and the one who went to get her when her quest was fruitless. He was just as much a father to her than her real one was, although he could never take his place. He was a good substitute in her fatherʻs prolonged absence. But how had he known that the condo would come in handy just a few months later?
Blair sighed, taking another sip of coffee from her cup. She could hear Dorota cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Muffins and eggs, Blairʻs favorite, but she wasnʻt feeling very hungry. All she could think about was what happened on this day 5 years ago. She dreamt about it again last night, the same dream she had every year around this time. She woke with a start, feeling like she was missing something, like she was incomplete. That feeling only strengthened when she turned over and realized that the other half of the bed was empty, as usual.
But Blair couldnʻt think about that right now. The sound of little feet pattering on the hardwood floors toward her snapped her quickly out of her daze and back into reality. Blair smiled her perfect smile, the one that only a single person in the world could see through, and looked to the arched doorway.
In a matter of seconds a little angel face was staring back at her. Blair was always amazed at how beautiful her daughter was. Her brown hair settled in loose curls around her cherub face and her hazel eyes were bright, even though there was still sleep in them. Blair saw herself in the little girls face, but she saw so much more of him, it hurt to look at her sometimes. There was no doubting who her parents were. The very scandal that changed Blairʻs entire existence.
Blair thought back to the night when everything happened. The best, and yet worst night of her life. The best because she got the most precious gift one could ever receive because of that night. The worst because she lost the only person sheʻd want to share the gift with. She remembered everything about the day clearly. Nate had said she was almost maternal with Chuck. Blair almost laughed at the irony, if only he knew...
"Morning Mama," the little girl greeted as she crawled into Blairʻs waiting arms.
"Good morning, Chayla, my love. How did you sleep?" Blair asked as she kissed her daughter on top of her head.
"Better," Chayla crinkled her nose and hid her face in her motherʻs hair, "I had the same dream again."
Blair held her daughter a little tighter. Since Chayla had started Kindergarten at Constance Billiard, she had been having dreams of a man Blair thought was Chuck. Chayla described him as a tall man with dark hair and eyes. Sometimes, Chaylaʻs dreams were scary, causing her to scream and scramble into bed with her mother. And other times her dreams were indifferent, where the man was just a background image.
"Good morning Ms. Blair, Miss Chayla. Breakfast is ready," Dorota announced walking into the room.
"Thank you, Dorota," Blair smiled at her old nanny and lifelong friend, "go eat breakfast, Chay, then weʻll get you ready for school."
"You gonna come eat too, mama?" Chayla asked, sliding off of Blairʻs lap and gripping Dorotaʻs hand.
"Yes, sweetheart. I just have to call Aunty Serena first," Blair smiled at her daughter and exchanged a look with Dorota that said she wouldnʻt be in for breakfast.