Title: Love Story

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic, Gossip Girl or any of its characters.

A/N O M F G! The finale left me with a broken heart! =( Chuck slept with Jenny! Chuck almost proposed to Blair! Chuck got shot! WTF! As you guys can probably tell, I'm a tad upset after the finale. Not that it wasn't good - it was a crazy episode! Lots of crazy drama! But CHUCK BASS AND JENNY HUMPHREY? WHY? Anyways, it'll be a long summer until September...so I might as well just stick to writing fairytale fluff about Chuck and Blair. Well enjoy this chapter - some crazy stuff happens ;) And thank you everyone for the reviews!

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Chapter 10

The Titanic glided across an unnatural sea, black and calm as a pool of oil. The ship lights mirrored perfectly in the black water; the sky brilliant with starts. A meteor traced a bright line across the heavens. It was a picture perfect night, with a flat calm and not a breath of wind.

The two entered Chuck's suite. Blair was overwhelmed by the opulence of the grand room. Like a dream, the room consisted of beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery.

"You are sure this is alright?" Blair asked nervously. "Could you imagine what would happen if anyone came to know I was here?"

Chuck smiled. "I don't care." Blair gave him a knowing grin and continued to admire the suite.

"Monet!" Blair praised a painting stacked against the wall.

"You like paintings?" Chuck inquired as Blair nodded excitedly like a child. "You cease to amaze me Blair Waldorf."

"Isn't he great? The use of colour is brilliant. A work of genius."

"An eye for art," Chuck admired walking into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe closet. Blair watched him go to the safe and start working the combination. She was fascinated as he unlocked it and pulled out two objects very secretively. "I have something to show you."

"Okay?" Blair walked towards him curiously. He showed her a large leather binder. "What's this?"

"Open it," Chuck urged. Blair laughed and slowly opened the binder, revealing an intricate sketch of herself. Blair jumped slightly and gushed over the beautiful drawing. "Where did you get this?"

"Daniel Humphrey. It's the one he made of you on the deck. I bought it off him this morning," Chuck admitted with a grin.

"I love it! Thank you," Blair beamed at the gesture.

"Oh it's not for you," Chuck laughed.

"What?" Blair pouted, taken aback by his answer.

"This is for me to keep. I have something else to give you." Chuck showed her a small velvet jewelry case.

"Chuck, no! Please not anything valuable," Blair insisted upon noticing the case. Chuck opened it, revealing a small heart-shaped ruby pendant on a silver chain.

"This is the most valuable object in my possession, Blair," Chuck spoke softly. "It was my mother's, and she gave it to me shortly before she died. She told me it was my heart, and to only give to the person I trusted my life with. That person is you, Blair." Blair gazed at wealth beyond her comprehension.

"I don't think that is the best idea. Maybe you should wait before you go around giving your heart to just anyone," Blair's lips hinted a smile.

"Everytime I'm near you, something in my stomach flutters and my heart races," Chuck confessed.

"Maybe there's something wrong with you," Blair giggled.

Chuck cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way." He clasped the necklace onto Blair's slender neck, and admired her. It looked beautiful. "Now you have my heart."

"Forever," Blair promised. Chuck caressed her cheek and looked into her radiant eyes. Slowly, he moved forward and captured her lovely bow-shaped lips with his. Blair moaned into his mouth and pulled back, looking into his sparkling eyes. "Who would have thought that this ship would change our lives so incredibly?"

"I believe its called fate. All this time I was waiting for you, Blair." Blair's heart swelled and she pulled his neck down, kissing him once again.

They heard a key in the lock, and the Blair jumped back. Chuck held his finger to his lips and took Blair's hand with a smile. He lead her silently though the bedrooms towards another door.

"Chuck?" Lily called out by the sitting room door. "Hello?" She heard a door opening and rushed to see if it was Chuck.

Outside the suite, Chuck led Blair quickly along the corridor, towards the deck foyer in laughter. They were halfway across the corridor when the sitting room door opened, revealing a livid Lily. She screamed after them and yelled at a passing steward to catch them.

"Good day, Lillian!" Chuck mocked and pulled Blair along with him even faster as the steward began to hustle after them. "Come on!" He urged Blair who gawked up at him. They broke out into a run, surprising the few ladies and gentlemen about.

"This way!" Blair shouted, stopping Chuck and pulling him past the stairs to the bank of elevators. They ran into one, shocking the hell of the operator. "Take us down. Quickly, quickly!" Blair barked orders, scaring the poor man. The operator scrambled to comply and Chuck even helped him close the steel gate. The steward approached, with Lily hot on his heels as the lift started to descend.

"Have a lovely night," Chuck winked. Lily's face turned bright red as she shouted back.

"Serena and your father will hear of this, Charles!" She held her forehead and paced back and forth in anger before turning to the steward. "Well what are you gaping at? After them!" The steward complied and jumped into another lift. He emerged from the lift and noticed the operator of the other one heading back up. He then ran around the bank of elevators and scanned the foyer. There was no sign of Chuck and Blair.

Chuck and Blair leaned against the wall in the fan room, laughing.

"I think we lost him," Blair informed Chuck.

"Lily must be having a fit." Blair nodded in agreement as she was pulled against Chuck and moved into a corner.

"What are you –"

"Shh…the steward," Chuck whispered. Blair peeked over Chuck's shoulder and noticed the steward looking around frantically. Blair chuckled quietly and looked back up at Chuck's face. She then realized their proximity. He was facing the corner covering her entirely. Every part of their bodies was touching, and Blair's breath hitched. For a moment, the two forgot that they were fleeing from the steward and got caught up in the intimate moment.

The steward noticed a couple in the corner and watched them for a moment too long before walking towards them.

"He's coming," Blair stated, watching over Chuck's shoulder.

"Come on."

Chuck and Blair raced around the corner into a blind alley. There was one door, marked 'Crew Only', and Chuck flung it open. The two entered a roaring room with no way out but a ladder going down. Chuck latched the deadbolt on the door and grinned at Blair, pointing to the ladder. A moment later they heard someone slam against the door from the outside, banging furiously.

"After you, m'lady," Chuck offered. Blair smirked and began to make her way down the ladder in her dress.

"It's the boiler room!" Blair exclaimed, looking around. Chuck came down seconds after her and looked around in amazement. It was like a vision of hell itself, with the roaring furnaces and black figures moving in the smoky glow. They ran the length of the boiler room, dodging amazed stokers, and trimmers with their wheelbarrows of coal. Chuck merely laughed and pulled Blair along with him faster as the men yelled at them in several different languages.

"Carry on! Don't mind us!" Chuck shouted over the smoke. They ran through the watertight door into another boiler room. Chuck pulled Blair through the fiercely hot alley between two boilers and they winded up in the dark, out of sight of the working crew. Watching from the shadows, the two could see the stokers working in the hellish glow, shoveling coal into the insatiable maws of the furnaces. The whole place thundered with the roar of the fires.

Chuck kissed Blair, full on the mouth, tasting the sweat trickling down from her forehead. Blair's wet eyelashes fluttered shut and stuck to her red cheeks. They kissed passionately in the steamy, pounding darkness.

"This way." Blair grinned and followed Chuck, running and laughing between rows of stacked cargo. She hugged herself against the cold after the dripping heat of the boiler room.

"It's – freezing," Blair whispered. She could see her breath fog up before her eyes.

They came upon a brand new Renault touring car, lashing down to a pallet. It looked like a royal coach from a fairy tale. Its brass trim and headlamps were nicely set off by its deep burgundy colour.

Blair climbed into the plushy upholstered backseat, acting very royal, much to Chuck's amusement. There were cut crystals bud vases on the walls back there, each containing a rose. Chuck jumped into the driver's seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and wood.

"Where to Miss?" Chuck winked.

"To the stars," Blair responded, her eyes twinkling.

"Are you nervous?"

"Au contraire, mon cher," Blair spoke with a giggle. Chuck snorts and turned to look at Blair behind him. Climbing into the backseat with her, Chuck stroked her flushed face, cherishing her. Blair sighed contently and kissed his fingertips. Slowly they moved closer and kissed sweetly before slightly pulling away. Chuck looked into her eyes and saw only himself.

"You sure?"

Blair's lips spoke for her as she captured his lips once again, answering his question.

The rear window of the Renault fogged up. Inside, Chuck and Blair lay, intertwined under a small blanket. Their faces were flushed and they looked at each other in wonder. Blair put her hand on his face, as if making sure he was real.

"You're trembling," Blair stated with a smile.

"It's okay. I'm alright," Chuck quickly answered, slightly embarrassed.

"I never took Chuck Bass to be the shy type." Chuck smirked at the comment and put his cheek against Blair's chest, playing with the ruby pendant.

"I can feel your heart beating."

Blair hugged his head to her chest, and just held on for dear life. A tear trickled down her face, and she felt scared for the first time in her life.

Blair was not a girl who got scared; she was a Waldorf. Never in her life had she been afraid of anything. However, tonight she could not shake the terrifying feeling in her gut. Fear that time was running out, and these were the only moments she had to spend with Chuck.

"Chuck – "

"Shh…" Chuck put his finger to her lips, silencing her. "Do you hear that?"

Blair listened carefully and could hear men speaking along with approaching footsteps.

The two stewards listened to the stokers who pointed in the direction of where Chuck and Blair ran to. The two moved off to the forward holds with electric torches. They spotted the Renault, with its fogged up windows, and approached it slowly. One steward whipped open the door.

"Got yer!"

The backseat was empty.

Chuck and Blair rushed to the forward well deck, fully dressed. They could barely stand, they were laughing so hard.

"That was a close one!" Blair murmured against Chuck's shoulder as he gathered her up in his arms. Their breath clouded around them in the now freezing air, but they did not even feel the cold.

"When this ship docks, we are getting off together," Chuck promised Blair, looking into her glistening eyes. "No matter where life takes us, we'll always be together."

"This is crazy," Blair laughed in excitement. "It makes no sense! But that's why I trust it!"

Chuck beamed and pulled Blair to him, kissing her intensely.

Unknowingly to the two, the Titanic sailed directly toward an iceberg in the black night. Suddenly there was a sound like the greatly amplified squeal of a skate on ice. Like a sledgehammer beating along the outside of the ship, the iceberg split the hull plates and the sea poured in. Stokers cried out in terror as icy water swept them off their feet.

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