Title: Love Story

Rating: T

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

A/N TA-DA! A new update! Please do not murder me for the long delay =) Pretty much my exams with be finished in the next two weeks and after that I can update more frequenty - YAY! For now enjoy the new chapter and some Blair and Chuck fluff unlike the show has been lately. Ugh with Chuck's mom and Jack[B]ass, I've been depressed =( And the looming break-up between Chuck and Blair - ah! Anyways, enough sad talk! Please review!!! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

"Where are we going?" Chuck laughed nervously. He was being dragged by Blair down various corridors towards the sound of rowdy music.

"You sir, have had your great share of rich, toffee-nosed parties, am I correct?" Chuck nodded. "So I'm taking you to a real party." Blair smiled devilishly and laughed before running even faster down the corridor with him trailing behind her.

The third class general room was crowded and alive with music and laughter. A band was gathered near the upright piano, honking out lively stomping music on a fiddle, accordion, and tambourine. People of all ages were dancing, drinking beer and wine, smoking, laughing, and even brawling.

Chuck was overwhelmed the presence in the room and could not help but smile and feel intrigued by the environment. Normally he would be appalled of even thinking of attending a low class party like this, but something in Blair's beautiful, doe brown eyes convinced him to come.

"Scared?" Blair laughed, twirling the hem of her violet dress. Chuck watched her in wonder. Purple was most definitely his favourite colour, and her lovely dress sent his heart fluttering wildly. Even the simple act of twirling her dress was breathtaking. The way her open curls always seemed to fall into her face, and she always was so full of expression, brought a wide smile to Chuck's face. Despite himself, he knew he was developing feelings for his beautiful mystery girl.

"No, I just don't want to catch a disease," Chuck smirked, although he was somewhat serious.

"Oh you are hilarious," Blair's words dripped in sarcasm. "Come, let's dance." Before Chuck could protest, Blair took his left hand into her right and clutched his shoulder. Chuck stared at her unsure of what to do. "C'mon, don't tell me a first class gentleman can't even dance."

"Oh, you would be surprised." Chucked suddenly grasped her waist, shocking her. It was an electrifying moment. Blair's body was tightly pressed against Chuck's in the most intimate manner, she blushed. Chuck noticed and beamed arrogantly at her burning cheeks.

"It's hot here, isn't it?" Blair said meekly, but Chuck did not look convinced. "Anyhow, do you know the steps?"

"No. Just move with me, don't think Blair." The way he said her name, made Blair weak in the knees. However, she quickly composed herself. Blair was a strong, independent woman, who men could not swoon so easily. Avoiding Chuck's piercing gaze, Blair moved her feet along with his to the colourful melody. They were a little awkward at first, but soon began to dance with the rhythm of the music. The two plunged into the fray, dancing faster as the music sped up.

"You look ridiculous!" Blair laughed spinning around in circles with Chuck. His face was beaming, unlike the day when she had first laid eyes on him. He was so sad and vulnerable, but today, he laughed and cheered as if he were the happiest man alive.

"Thank you for your kindness," Chuck smirked at her comment. Blair grinned artfully and continued dancing in elation. The two were unaware of a certain man who eyed them, hidden behind the crowd on the side of the room. He studied their every smile and secret glance carefully. Serena would have to be informed of her fiancé's disgraceful actions with a lowly commoner.

The stars blazed overhead, glittering like scattered diamonds, so bright and clear that one could easily see the Milky Way. Chuck and Blair walked along the row of lifeboats in mirth and excitement. Still giddy from the party, the two sang loudly a popular song, "Come Josephine in My Flying Machine."

"Come, oh my Josephine in my flying machine," Chuck sang raucously. "And it's up she goes! Up she goes!"

"In the air she goes. Where? There she goes!" Blair chimed along with him as they fumbled the words and broke down laughing. They has both reached the first class entrance, but did not go straight in, not wanting the night to end, even though they sun was bound to rise anytime soon. Through the doors, the sound of the ship's orchestra wafted gently. Blair grabbed a davit and leaned back, staring at the cosmos.

"It's magnificent. So grand and endless," Chuck acknowledged, leaning against the rail.

"And to think this morning I despised you and wanted to throw you overboard." Chuck eyed Blair in amusement.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I loathed you this morning as well. You were rude and improper, but now – "

"Now?" Blair mused, raising her eyebrow.

"I feel the same." Chuck smiled cunningly.

"Right," Blair glared at him. "I must admit though. You're different, not like most rich and arrogant heirs of the world."

"I beg to differ," Chuck smirked. "I'm as bad as they come." Chuck whispered to Blair seductively.

"You may think so, but remember…I have a gift!" Blair teased, pretending she was a psychic.

"Oh yes, how could I forget," Chuck smiled. He seemed to smiling a great deal lately, in fact, he could not stop.

"You see, I think it's nothing but a mask. Inside you're something else entirely." Chuck listened to her words carefully. If someone had told him that yesterday, he would have laughed in their face. Today, however, he considered the idea. Perhaps that was the reason he could not marry Serena; he need a true love. True love? Chuck did not believe in love, but the more time he spent with Blair, the more he questioned his beliefs. "Although I still believe you are disgusting and completely heinous."

"I hate you." Chuck sniggered at her comment.

"Thank you," Blair laughed, looking up at the sky. Suddenly, she frantically began pointing to the sparkling stars, yelling in delight. "Look! A shooting star!"

"My mother used to say that whenever you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven." Chuck closed his eyes, remembering how innocent and content life was when his mother was alive.

"I like that," Blair beamed. "Aren't we supposed to wish on it?" Chuck looked at her, and found that they were suddenly very close together. It would be easy to move another couple of inches and kiss her lips. "What did you wish for?" Blair suddenly asked, snapping Chuck out of his trance. After a beat, Chuck pulled back.

"Something I could never have. Goodnight, Blair." He left the rail and walked back through the first class entrance before Blair could respond. The door banged shut, and Chuck was gone, back to his world.

It was a bright and clear Sunday, April 14, 1912. The sunlight splashed across the promenade where Chuck and Serena sat, having breakfast in silence. The tension was palpable. Dorota, Serena's personal maid, poured the coffee and served croissants quickly before scurrying inside.

"I had hoped you would come to me last night, Charles," Serena spoke firmly while poking at the fruit.

"I was tired," Chuck responded, not bothering to look up at Serena. "I need a scotch."

"No doubt your exertions below decks were exhausting." Serena raised her voice, displaying her clear anger.

"I see you had you undertaker of a manservant follow me," Chuck smirked and looked up at Serena. "I am not some pet of yours, do you understand that?"

"Who was that filthy low class girl you were with? You lied to me Charles Bass. You were with a girl that night you disappeared from the party and you were with her again last night!" Serena yelled, knocking over her glass of juice. Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose, keeping control over his temper.

"Fine. I was with a girl. Who she was, is none of your business."

"My business? I am your wife, Bass!" Serena screamed throwing the china off the table like a six-year-old having a tantrum.

"Fiancée, not wife," Chuck reminded her, ignoring her screams and breaking of the china.

"Yes I am! Your wife – in practice, if not yet by law. You will honour me as your wife, and not make a fool of me! I will not be one of your whores Charles Bass!" Serena stomped towards Chuck, grabbing a hold of his collar. Chuck swiftly brushed her off.

"Do – not – touch – me." Chuck ordered angrily. "Never make the mistake of speaking to me in that manner again. Is that in any way unclear?" Serena stumbled back in fear from his sudden outburst. Chuck shook his head at her in disgust, and looked around at the broken pieces of china and scattered food all over the private deck. "Serena had an accident. I apologize, Dorota." The maid nodded slowly, and watched Chuck leave to the stateroom, while Serena stomped off in anger.

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