Getting Away From It All

A/N: Hello my lovely readers!!! I hope I replied to all of your reviews and if I didn't I am so sorry and I will make sure to do it this time! This could contain spoilers, so if you haven't seen the latest Gossip Girl episode I encourage you to just go on straight to the chapter. So after seeing tonight's episode I seriously have fallen in love with Chuck more and more! Dan was so annoying (even though I still love him) I mean seriously you can not try and take down a Bass. Now I must say my guilty pleasure is the Van Der Basses. I LOVE THEM! I use to be a HUGE Rufus/Lily fan, but come on who doesn't secretly love Bart? I LOVED the ending scene with Bart and Chuck. I cried, it was just great and Chuck's line "I'll clear my calendar," best line!! Blair was HILARIOUS this episode. Now my only complaint is that there was no Chuck/Blair action. Depressing. It's okay though even though that's the only reason I love Mondays, but it's okay. Haha! Ok so onto the chapter, it's actually my longest one yet. Now it may seem a little out there, but it comes full circle. No worries. Haha! I hope you all had an amazing Gossip Girl day! Oh and by the way the lyrics that I have used for this chapter I think describe Chuck and Blair so well. Ok enough of me! Please review and I hope you enjoy!

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Cause nobody wants to go it on the their own.

And everyone wants to know they're not alone.

Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere.

There's gotta be someone for me out there.

You can't give up!

When you are lookin' for a diamond in the rough.

Because you never know when it might show up.

Make sure you're holdin' on.

Because it could be the one, the one you're waiting on.

-Nickleback

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He walked into his house, well his and Blair's house. The house hadn't been his for two weeks now. The move had been good; they packed up all of her stuff in less than two hours and were out of there. They now had a system and their system was good in their opinions. She did the cleaning and cooking, he made the money and her money, he made sure became her spending money. She had disagreed with him at first about this, but then let him have his way.

He could smell food coming from the kitchen. It was Thursday, the day she didn't have to work and he could come home to find a good meal on the table. Back when he lived alone it was your typical bachelor pad house, now it had a feminine touch. Blair had made sure to add some of her things and some new things. When Serena and Dan had come in to make sure the hotel was reserved for their wedding, Serena and Blair had gone furniture shopping, much to his displeasure.

He walked into the kitchen to find Blair putting the finishing touches on something he had never seen. Pasta? Rigatoni? Whatever it was it smelled good.

"Hey."

"Oh my gosh, you scared the hell out of me," she said while sucking on her now bleeding thumb. Yep, definitely crazed it.

"Sorry, let me get a band-aid."

It had been two weeks since she had moved in with Chuck. At the beginning she was dreading it. She thought it could possibly be one of the worst decisions she had ever made; she was proven wrong though. He had even given her the best guest room he had to offer. She was thankful for that.

When Serena and Dan had come in that Saturday she had been surprised by how down to earth they were. Serena was probably one of the nicest people she had ever met; she could now call Serena a friend. Chuck had seemed at ease with them, which she was glad to see. Usually when he had come to the bar he had always been uptight, but not once while they were here had he been uptight.

"Here, sorry I didn't mean to scare you," he said while wrapping the band-aid around her tiny finger.

"Your fine," she answered while feeling a shiver from his touch.

Their eyes locked like they had been doing a lot these past couple of days. At the bar she would love to stare at him and take in his features. His bone structure was amazing and it took all of her not to stare, every time she was in a room with him.

"What's for dinner," he took his eyes away from her praying he didn't seem to cold.

She was stunning in every way possible. Him and Dan had talked about her a lot while she was out of the room. Dan had told him that she was definitely a keeper and too keep all eyes on her. So he did, he had kept all eyes on her for the past two weeks and in his mind he was falling for her more and more everyday.

"Um, this family pasta recipe," she said while gaining all of her composure back to full strength.

"Can't wait to try it," he answered smiling at her.

They sat down in their usual spots. What amazed Blair about his place was the view. The dining room was set in-between the kitchen and the large living room. The whole backside of his place was all glass though, it over looked most of New York and she could always look out which she loved.

She took a bite of the pasta. Oh my God. Yuck. In her mind she was usually a good cook, but this was a different story. It had been in the oven to long was her conclusion. She then had a bright idea, have fun with Chuck.

"Do you like it?" She questioned with a smirk.

"Very tasty."

Where is a dog when you need it? This food what she called pasta tasted like shit. Up until now she had been the best cook. This had changed his perspective.

"I think it's my best batch yet!"

"Yea, very good. Your best meal," he said while lying through his teeth.

She then burst out laughing. He was being such a good friend. So Chuck Bass like. "Chuck, you can be honest with me. This is worst thing ever, admit it."

"You wanted to see if I would play along didn't you Waldorf?" He questioned.

"Yep," she answered while nodding.

He had to laugh as well. They both laughed at each other for a while before Blair decided to throw the pasta into the garbage. She didn't know what they were going to have now, but she knew she better start thinking because it was getting late. She then glanced over her shoulder to see Chuck with a phonebook in hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling in a pizza."

"Meat-"

"Busters. My favorite." He said while finishing Blair's sentence.

"Mine too."

She learned something new about Chuck everyday. At first she had learned that he only wore black socks in the wintertime because he thought white clashed. Now she learned that his favorite pizza was hers. Yes, she was definitely falling for Chuck Bass.

"It will be here in twenty minutes."

"Whatever shall we do," she asked while leaning on the counter.

"Change into your pajamas," she raised an eyebrow, "not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter. Change and then I challenge you to a game of I Never." He said while pouring two shot glasses.

"Your on Bass." She yelled while running to her room.

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They were now laying on the ground stuffed from too much pizza and wine. They had the television on because they knew a storm was supposed to hit later that night. It had been a fun night and Blair didn't want the night to be over. The 'I Never' game had gone on about twenty minutes before they both got extremely bored. They had decided just talking was the route they were going to go.

"I'm going to go back to school," she admitted to him.

He looked up from the ground surprised. He knew she had gone to school in California, but he never knew what her degree was in. When people would look at Blair they would probably see a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life, he could always see so much more.

"What are you going back for?"

"I am going to try law. I figure since you let me have my money for spending, I could spend it on some classes. I always thought arguing was fun when I was little. Why not put it toward good use?"

In California she had gone into fashion because that was what her mother wanted her to do. At first it had been great she had enjoyed it. Then her mother wanted her to start her own line and that's when it stopped being enjoyable, that's also when her mother sent her on her own. She never understood why her mother wanted her to be something she wasn't and that's why she got the bartending job. She knew, in her mind, if her mother ever found out she would be mad and that was her goal.

"Good for you. I wish I could try something new sometimes," he said lowly.

"You could Chuck. I mean your one of the smartest people I know," she said honestly.

"Tell that to my father."

She didn't know much about his father. All she knew was that Bart Bass was one of the most well known names in New York. Blair had no idea what Chuck even did. All she could come up with is that it had something to do with selling things.

"I would if I could," she said sitting up to look at him.

He looked at her. They had both changed into their pajamas before the pizza had come. Blair was now in a tiny tank top and shorts. He would have definitely been cold by now, but he couldn't find one imperfection with her. Her hair was a mess from being on the floor and she still could capture your attention.

She couldn't help, but she felt much safer in his house. She had always hated where she had lived and now she didn't even worry because she knew she had Chuck. She had loved when she saw him coming out in his nightwear. She had always wondered what the 'great' Chuck Bass wore at night. Now she knew, a plain white t-shirt, that showed off his great fore arms, and flannel pants. Very Sexy.

They both heard the loud clap of thunder that made them break eye contact. Blair was the first to look away because she noticed the lights flickering. Chuck had noticed it to and immediately got up and went to the back of the house. He needed to get a flashlight before the lights went completely out.

Darkness.

Shit. Of course it needs batteries.

"Blair. Where are you?"

"In the kitchen trying to find candles," she yelled. I hate the dark.

He found his way around the house until he knew he was in the kitchen by smelling Blair's Chanel perfume. He found the drawer where he knew he had batteries. He put the batteries and to his luck it didn't work. Shit.

"Chuck? Did you put the batteries in?" She questioned after five minutes.

"What do you think? The damn thing doesn't work. Piece of shit." He said annoyed and angry. "I'm going to bed it's past eleven anyways."

"Oh okay," she said while looking down even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Night, Chuck."

"Night, Blair. All be in my room if you need anything."

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It was now three in the morning and she was still awake. The power was a goner. It hadn't been on since their moment on the floor, if you could even call it a moment. She was now tossing and turning. She hated the dark; ever since she was a little girl she had been scared. Darota, her maid, back when she was younger had always stayed by her bed until the storm had passed. Even though she knew it was silly, she had never truly gotten over her dark fear. Note to self: work on darkness fear.

So here she was contemplating. She didn't want to disturb him because she knew he probably had a big meeting like he always did, but she needed her sleep too. He had said himself if she needed anything to come to his room.

"All be in my room if you need anything." That line had replayed over and over in her head for what seemed like a century. This was one of the many reasons Chuck Bass meant a lot to her. Not only because he was keeping a roof over her head, but for little things he would say or do for her. That's when she decided to get up. She knew when he said something he meant it. He wasn't like most guys that would say something and turn around and do another.

When she finally made it to his door, which was on the other side of the house, she quickly stopped before knocking. Do I say Hey, Chuck I'm scared move over? Yep, I will go with that. In the middle of her thought process the door abruptly opened. She was welcomed by a very pissed off looking Chuck.

He had been in a pretty good sleep before he heard a door squeak loudly. One thing he had complained to the previous owner about was the doors. They squeaked even if you thought you were quietly opening them. He had been curious to see what it was so he decided to get up. That's when he was met with Blair's figure.

"Hi. Um," she tried to form a sentence, but nothing was coming out at all.

"Get in," he said while opening the door so she could slip under his arm.

She walked in wishing she could of gotten a good look at his bedroom. Another reason to hate storms and the dark. To her surprise he had the same layout as the kitchen, living room, and dining room, a huge window that went down the whole side of his room. Her room fortunately didn't have this feature. She loved looking out the window on sunny days, but now that it was storming it was a completely different story.

He could tell from her form that she had stopped before climbing onto the bed. He then remembered that she had revealed to him her fear about the dark and storms.

"You can have my side," he said while walking to the side that was by the window.

"Thanks," she said while smiling. She settled into his bed. It was much more comfortable than hers and she welcomed the change. She turned over so she didn't have the view of the sky. Once she got settled she could feel her body relax into his bed.

"Get some sleep," he whispered.

He turned over to her side. He watched her until he could tell she was asleep. He saw her shiver a little and knew she shouldn't be wearing those shorts in the middle of November. He pulled the covers up on her and on himself and settled into his own spot.

He finally gave away to sleep, never knowing till the morning that his arm had crept around her to protect her. It was the best sleep they had in years, in each other's arms, right where they belonged.