sorry guys, this update took longer than expected, i'm still unsure about continuing the story so pleaseee let me know what you think.

this isn't proofread, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.

i don't own gossip girl! enjoy!

Chapter One: Bring Me Along

I need you to believe that's it coming in
like the waters moving, I want you always
bring me along, take me anywhere

[Bring Me Along, Pepper]

Blair realized she had dozed off on Chuck's shoulder when she felt him lightly shaking her leg in an effort to wake her up. She slowly lifted her head off Chuck's shoulder and looked around to figure out where the limo had stopped. She looked out the window and recognized the Bass jet in the distance from the many summers that the non-judging breakfast club had traveled on it together. She turned her head to look at Chuck, who still hadn't said anything since they had gotten into the limo. His eyes still looked devastated and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. She racked her brain looking for something to say, worried that she might say something to scare him off. But then again, he hadn't run when she told him she loved him. If that didn't scare him off, she wasn't sure what could. It didn't make her any less uncertain.

Chuck noticed her hesitation and leaned forward and placed a soft kiss low on her cheek, just at her jaw line. He wanted to thank her for coming with him. He couldn't say what she was probably dying to hear, he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to get away from everything, but he didn't want to be alone. And really the only person he would ever want with him was the girl sitting next to him, holding his hand.

He turned towards the door and opened it before stepping out onto the black pavement. He adjusted his disheveled suit before turning back and extending his hand to help Blair out of the car. Once they had gotten out of the car, Chuck began moving towards the airplane and he felt Blair step into stride next to him. He still couldn't believe she had come with him, that she was willing to come with him.

Blair was still somewhat apprehensive about the situation she found herself in. She was following Chuck Bass onto an airplane going to an unknown destination for an undisclosed amount of time. Her uneasiness was immediately erased when she felt Chuck's hand reach out and slip into hers as they made their way across the tarmac. She looked down at their joined hands and smiled. She felt an immediate sense of calm wash over her as she realized how happy she was that she was with Chuck, the man she loved, and that was all that mattered.

When they boarded the jet, Chuck walked Blair over to the sofa and had her sit down.

"I'll be right back," he said quietly as he headed towards the cockpit.

Blair tried to relax as she waited for Chuck to return. She removed her jacket and stood up of the couch and went to explore the jet. It had changed since she had last been in it; the interior had definitely been remodeled and upgraded. The couch she had been sitting on was upholstered with white leather, as was the longer couch on the opposite wall and the two recliner chairs. There were many pillows of various shapes and sizes scattered throughout the many seats, most of which were brown or beige. Towards the front of the plane, there was a bar and a small kitchen. There was a TV that was mounted up on a wall towards the back of the plane. When she walked past the TV and into the back section of the plane, she found the bathroom as well as a door that she knew led to a bedroom. She was about to explore the bedroom further when she heard Chuck coming out of the cockpit.

He sat down silently on the longer couch and adjusted his body so that he was lying down. He was beyond exhausted, Blair could tell by the way he shut his eyes and folded his arms up above his head. She made her way over to the couch and sat down next to his chest and reached out to lightly brush the hair out of his face. She waited for him to say something, anything that would give her an idea as to what would happen next.

"The jet won't be ready to leave until the morning," he finally mumbled, opening his eyes to look at her.

"Oh…well maybe that's a good thing," Blair offered calmly.

Chuck felt his heart clench at her words. She had finally realized what a big mistake she had made following him into the limo. She didn't really want to run away with him. She was about to jump at the first opportunity to leave him.

"You don't want to come with me," he stated softly, unable to hide the hurt in his voice.

"What?" Blair asked genuinely confused. Where was he getting that from?

"You know what? You're right, you should go. You'll just be slowing me down anyways," he bit out, before standing up and heading towards the bar to pour himself a glass of scotch.

Blair immediately stood up and followed him after getting over the initial shock of what he was suggesting. How could he think she was going to give up on him so easily? She had told him she would stand by him through anything, and she meant it. She knew he was just playing indifferent to hurt her, but she wasn't going to let it work.

"No, Chuck. That's not what I was saying. I want to come with you. Wherever you need to go, I want to come with you," she insisted. "And I know you want me to come with you," she added when he still wasn't reacting.

Chuck closed his eyes and looked away, not wanting to show how much her last statement was true. He hated being so damn vulnerable.

"Look, I'm just saying that this will give me time to maybe pack a few things. Don't you think we should maybe get some fresh clothes?" Blair continued calmly when she realized he was finally listening to her explanation.

"I suppose," Chuck said as he put down the bottle of scotch he had gotten out. "I just…I don't…" he mumbled, not able to get the words out. He cursed himself for appearing so weak, but he really didn't want to go home, even if it was just to pick up some clothes.

"What? Chuck, talk to me, tell me what's wrong," Blair pleaded as she walked up to him and grabbed at his tie that was hanging loosely around his neck. She knew nothing would ever get accomplished if he couldn't talk to her, confide in her what he was feeling. She wouldn't be able to help him heal if he didn't let her know how.

Chuck looked down into Blair's eyes and immediately felt a sense of calm. He still couldn't shake the feeling that she might change her mind and run far away from him, and he really didn't want that to happen. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed her. When she was around, the pain of everything seemed somewhat less.

"I can't go back there," he admitted looking down at the floor.

Blair let out a sigh of relief, glad that they were finally getting somewhere. He was telling her how he felt.

"Of course, I understand. It's after four, I'm sure the reception is over by now. How about I call Serena and she'll help me get some of your stuff together. I'll go home, get my stuff, swing by and grab yours and meet you back here tonight. We'll be completely ready to leave first thing tomorrow," she explained her plan in great detail in hopes it would make him feel better about the fact that she would be leaving him for a couple of hours.

"And also, I should probably talk to my mother. She's getting married tonight, and I want to see her before I disappear," she added.

Chuck felt extremely uneasy at the fact that she was leaving. Even though she said she'd be back, he was still convinced she would change her mind and never come back.

Blair sensed his apprehension and lifted her hands to either side of his face, forcing him to look straight into her eyes.

"I promise Chuck, I'll be back. I'm coming with you, just let me take care of a few things first," she said as calmly and reassuringly as she possibly could.

Chuck took a deep breath and nodded his head, showing Blair he understood and accepted what she was saying.

"Can you get something for me from 1812?" he asked her calmly.

"Yeah, of course, anything," she responded as she moved her hands down to his shoulders.

"In the back of my closet, there's a safe. The combination is 7-20-67…my mother's birthday. There's a small black safety deposit box," he explained slowly.

"I'll get it," Blair reassured him as she leaned up to give him a kiss on his cheek. She didn't even think to ask what might be in it. If Chuck needed it, she would get it, no matter what it was.

Blair walked back around the bar and over to the couch to get her coat. She put it on and walked towards the door of the jet before turning back to Chuck.

"I'll be right back, call me if you need anything else," she said as she turned to open the door of the jet.

She paused again before stepping out onto the staircase and debated whether or not to add something else, something important, and something true.

"I love you," she finally said not expecting any sort of response, before turning and exiting the plane. She felt the need to reiterate the fact, to give him the confidence that she was coming straight back to him.

***

On the limo ride back into the city, Blair called Serena and asked her to meet her at the Palace in an hour. She didn't go into details, just that she needed help with something. First, she needed to stop at home and pack her things, as well as face Eleanor. She wasn't completely worried at her reaction. She knew that her mother's happiness due to Cyrus would surely keep her in good spirits, making what Blair had to tell her go much more smoothly. And she knew Cyrus would understand, always the one supporting true love.

When Blair stepped out of the elevator in her penthouse, she immediately ran into her mother.

"Blair, there you are! Where have you been, you need to get into your dress!" Eleanor exclaimed as she rushed over towards holding Blair's gold dress still on the hanger.

"Actually, mother, I need to talk to you about something," Blair replied calmly while grabbing the dress.

"Blair, darling, can it wait until after the wedding, I'm kind of busy," Eleanor said rushing towards the kitchen.

"Mom, it's about the wedding. I can't go," Blair started to explain laying her dress on the kitchen counter.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Eleanor asked finally turning around to listen to her daughter.

"It's Chuck, he's hurting and he needs me, we're leaving for a while on his jet, I just wanted to come by and grab some things and let you know," Blair explained as she watched her mother's face go from confusion to shock to hurt to anger.

"You expect me to just let you run away with Charles Bass? Forget it Blair, you will stay here for the wedding. Now go get dressed," Eleanor stated firmly.

"Mother, I'm going with him. I really am sorry about missing the wedding, but this is something I need to do," Blair retorted, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"I will not let you run away with Chuck Bass. I will not do it, that boy is no good for you."

"You don't know anything about him, mother!" Blair shouted, finally getting angry. "I love him, and he needs me."

"You love him?!" Eleanor shouted back, before sighing and sitting down at one of the stools in the kitchen. She put her hand up to her forehead and leaned over on her elbow.

"Well I suppose I always knew this was bound to happen," she said much more calmly.

Blair walked over to where her mother was sitting and sat in the stool next to her. "What are you talking about mom?"

"I always knew the day would come where you would be involved with Charles," she responded.

"Really? What do you mean?"

"Blair darling, don't sound so surprised. That boy spent more time here than Nathaniel ever did, and he was your boyfriend!" she laughed.

Blair laughed sadly and looked down at her folded hands resting on the counter.

"You and Charles were always the best of friends, and I always knew he carried a torch for you, even when you were little," Eleanor continued.

"He needs me mom; he's really hurting right now. I know I can help him, and I can't do it unless I go with him," Blair said again.

Eleanor sighed and nodded. "It is really awful about his father. Bart wasn't my favorite person in the world, but it's always awful when a boy loses his father. Are you sure you want to do this? Charles is in a lot of pain and he may hurt you because of it, even if he doesn't mean it."

"I have to do this, I love him. I will do whatever it takes to make him better," Blair said.

"Alright, you can go. Just be careful," Eleanor said getting out of her stool and reaching out to hug Blair.

"I will mom, and I'll call you soon," Blair replied sweetly, returning the hug.

Blair got out of her chair and headed towards her room.

"Oh and mom, you look gorgeous. Have an amazing wedding," Blair called before leaving the kitchen.

***

An hour later, Blair finally arrived at the Palace after she had packed what she hoped would be enough clothes for her trip. She had no idea where they were going, so she packed some of everything, for every type of weather.

Blair made her way to Chuck's suite to pick up his request while sending a quick text to Serena letting her know she'd be up soon. She entered his suite and made his way to the closet that was now mostly empty. She found the safe he described and successfully entered the combination. Underneath several file folders and large stacks of cash, Blair found the small safety deposit box and put it straight into her bag. She could have decided to keep snooping and try and figure out what was in the box, but she hoped Chuck would tell her in time.

After leaving his suite, she got back in the elevator and made her way to the penthouse. The elevator doors opened and Blair found Serena there waiting for her.

"B, are you going to tell me now what's going on?" Serena asked with folded arms, tapping her foot impatiently.

"I'm leaving town for a while, with Chuck, and I came by to pack his clothes," Blair replied as she walked straight passed Serena and made her way to Chuck's room.

"Woah, woah, slow down B. Where's Chuck?"

"He's on his jet waiting for me, we're leaving first thing in the morning," Blair explained as she went through Chuck's drawers pulling out various items of clothing and setting them on the bed.

"And where are you going?" Serena asked in frustration.

"I don't know, S, wherever he wants to go."

"Blair, stop—just stop for a second," Serena said grabbing her by the arms. "This is crazy, B! You can't just run away with him."

"Why not, S? He's hurting and he needs me and I love him. I have to go with him," Blair said as she broke free from Serena's grasp and resumed packing.

"What if he hurts you, B? You saw how he acted at the funeral, he's not in his right mind right now."

"Exactly, and I intend to help him get back into his right mind. S, I can help him, I know I can. He feels like he's lost everything and I need to be there to show him that I'll always be there for him, that he'll always have me."

"B, I'm just worried about you."

"And I'm worried about Chuck. You should understand why I need to do this."

Serena sighed, still unsure about what her best friend was about to do. But she knew there was nothing she could say to stop her so she might as well support her.

"Alright, let me help you pack," she said sweetly, before heading to Chuck's bathroom to get his toothbrush.

"Thanks, S," Blair said softly, glad that she had someone else on her side.

***

When they finished packing, Serena helped Blair get everything into the limo.

"Okay, so please call me every few days so I know you aren't dead somewhere," Serena requested as she pulled Blair into a hug.

"Of course I will S. And don't worry, I should be back just as winter vacation is over," she assured her friend.

"Should be? Why does that worry me?" Serena asked as Blair got in the car and shut the door.

"Quit worrying, S! I'll be fine I promise. Oh and let Lily know that Chuck will be with me? I'm sure she's worrying about him too," Blair said through the open window.

"Of course. Be safe, B."

"I will, bye, S," Blair said as she shut the window and told the driver to take her back to the airport.

Blair waved Serena goodbye as the limo drove off before sitting back in her seat. She leaned her head back against the leather and took a deep breath. There was no turning back now; she was on her way to run away with Chuck Bass. She knew that the journey would be long and probably stress-filled but she was ready to face anything that came her way. She was just glad he was willing to bring her along.

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