Chapter One: Paparazzi

I'm your biggest fan,

I'll follow you until you love me

Papa –papa razzi…

"Miss Blair, Prince ring ten times for you this morning..." Dorota said walking into Blair's bedroom carrying a tray with breakfast.

"Ugh." Blair groaned loudly and rolled her eyes. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that you were still in Paris, like we practised." Dorota said smiling uneasily as she placed the tray onto Blair's bedside table. "But he said that he has already visited Mrs Eleanor and Mr Cyrus…as well as Mr Harold and Mr Ramon… and they got their stories…mixed up." Dorota said flinching.

"What are you saying, Dorota?" Blair snapped impatiently. "How hard is it for them to say what we rehearsed?... that I have left France for a break along the relaxing Mediterranean Islands of Greece?"

"He knows you are back in New York and he is on his way back from Paris, Miss Blair." She said grimacing quickly as she made a speedy dash for the door.

"DOROTA!" Blair said snapped, quickly pulling off her bed covers and jumping to her feet. "Who caved? Was it Cyrus? I bet it was him…"

"It was apparently Mr Ramon who gave away this lie…he was very sorry afterwards though-"

"That stupid French floozy!" Blair growled as she started to pace her bedroom floor. "Did you at least try to tell him that I wasn't back in New York?"

"He would not listen to Dorota…" she said shamefully dropping her head low. "He said that gossip girl knew you attended Mr Chuck's therapy session yesterday and now he is on his way over here."

"Dorota…I'm not ready to talk to him."

"Does this mean that wedding is off?" she asked excitedly.

"No, it just means that I have some serious decisions to make."

"But, if you even doubt that Prince is not right for you, Miss Blair, it means that he is not for you-"

"Get my limo ready, I'm going to see Chuck."

Dorota squealed excitedly and Blair rolled her eyes. "Now, Dorota. I need to figure out what I want before Louis is back."

Dorota nodded and hurried away quickly. Blair made her way into her walk-in wardrobe and decided on a floral Channel dress, before matching it with crème Louboutins. Knowing that she had very little time to figure out what she wanted before Louis return; she decided to quickly brush and pin back some of her hair, instead of having Dorota style it for her. She quickly applied a little blush, eye liner, mascara and lip gloss, before pulling her bedroom door shut behind her.

"Dorota, is the limo ready?" she called as she descended the marble stair case to the first floor of her penthouse apartment. "Dorota…what ?" she said covering her eyes as she came face to face with about twenty or so photographers.

"Miss Blair, they won't leave." She said trying to hold the fort.

"Miss Waldorf, Emma Richards, E news! Is it true that you might call off your wedding to the Prince?" a skinny blonde reporter, accompanied by a camera man asked, as she tried to move past Dorota.

"What are you all doing here?" Blair snapped avoiding the question, she was beginning to shake slightly out of fear of the big crowd of paparazzi she was faced before.

"Miss Waldorf, People magazine…is it true that you attended Mr Bass' therapy session yesterday and are considering a reconciliation?"

"I am not answering any questions and you all have a minute to leave before security gets here and arrests you all for trespassing and invasion of privacy!"

The elevator door sounded and two stocky, well-built men came forward.

"Ah, that's them…" Blair said pointing out her security back up. "Have a good day everyone…and if you ever come into my house again, like this…I will be seeing you in court. You have been warned. Now beat it. John, James…thank you for coming…will you please see these people out?" Blair said pointing to the bunch of paparazzi that had taken over her whole first floor.

"Move along now, and there will be no problems." John said as James ushered some of the press into the lift swiftly.

Blair walked into her kitchen quickly, with Dorota close on her tail.

"Miss Blair, I think you should not go to the Empire right now. Maybe you should ring Mr Chuck to meet you somewhere…Dorota feels like more press waiting for you at the Empire. They would be expecting you to go there."

"I was thinking the same thing." Blair said, having a sip of champagne to calm her nerves.

"Then what should we do? This is not the first time press come into house looking for you. Dorota has security on speed dial number one…they come all the time when you are out, but I manage to get them to leave without you finding out…I never wanted to scare you, Miss Blair."

"I was scared." Blair said sipping some more champagne. "I think I need to get away from here for a couple of days, until things die down. Once they hear that Louis is back, they will be focussing their attention on him. Plus I don't want to see him until I resolve all my issues."

"So where will you go? Greek Islands?" Dorota asked, widening her eyes.

"No, Louis will come looking for me there. I have to go somewhere he would never dream to find me…"

"Poland?"

"What? No. Dorota, I can barely understand your English…how would I ever survive a couple of days there…" Blair said rolling her eyes. "I've got it!" she said napping her fingers. "Pack some of my things Dorota and get my emergency bag…I'm going somewhere they will least expect to find me."

Author's note:

I hope you enjoyed chapter one and hope it wasn't too boring…it was needed to pan out the rest of the story, which hopefully will be much more interesting.

This story is my predictions as to what will happen on GG over episodes 10-13 (Blair's wedding) though I know I am waaaaay off, this is something I've kind of being working with.

Anyways, here is a sneak peak of…

Chapter Two: Humphrey's Humble Abode…

"Blair? What are you doing here?" Dan asked as he pulled open the door to the loft. "What's with the bags, Waldorf?"

"I need a place to crash." She said walking over her bags and into the loft quickly. "Can you get my bags? I had to carry them up all those stairs by myself! Ugh,can you believe your lift is not working?"

"It's always like that." He said dryly, as she bent down to pick up her stuff. "So, what's going on? Why are you here?"