Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

"Who keeps texting you?" Blair asked as they sat on Chuck's sofa and watched an old movie. Chuck's phone kept vibrating at random intervals although he refused to look at it. He was too busy enjoying the peace and quiet that had they finally seemed to find with being together for almost a week.

They had spent every waking hour together, and most sleeping ones. She had to go home one night after received a threatening voicemail from her mother. She mumbled something about a family night as she reluctantly left Chuck's suite, but she returned as soon as her mother left for Paris the next morning. She had asked him to go with, but he refused. He wasn't ready to face off with the parents just yet or anyone else for that matter.

Curiously Gossip Girl hadn't posted one blast regarding their relationship. Either she didn't know, which he found almost impossible considering the public spectacle he made, or she was saving it to do damage when it was most convenient for her. Either way, he dreaded the fall out. Her mother would be the least of his problems. Nate would be another matter entirely. Since their latest fight for Blair, their friendship had fallen apart yet again. He worried about what Nate's reaction would be when he found out.

Chuck finally leaned away from her to grab his phone. He was determined to turn it off, but her curiosity got the better of him. It was strange for him to be receiving texts. She received them on and off all day from Serena with updates about her whereabouts. Apparently she was on some quest to find her absent father with Carter Bazien, of all people. Chuck cringed when Blair had added that fact. He could sense Blair's worry, and he saw the response she sent Serena demanded semi-daily updates.

"It's Nathaniel," he stated in surprise as he looked at the missed messages.

"I thought you weren't speaking right now," she stated as she studied his face as he flipped from one message to another.

"I thought so too," he replied as his voice became detached. "He still thinks I'm in Europe. He wants to know where I am so that we can meet up and talk things over."

"Wasn't he supposed to be backpacking with Vanessa?" she inquired.

"I don't know," he shook his head. "He didn't inform me of his plans. I figured you'd know more than me. Up until graduation, you were his girlfriend."

"We didn't last nearly as long as you think," she smirked, "We ended at Prom. I almost told you at graduation, but it didn't seem appropriate."

"You mean you chickened out," he chuckled.

"You're one to talk," she laughed as she slapped him, "Exactly how long did it take you to confess to loving me?"

"How are we going to tell him?" Chuck asked as his eyes conveyed the nervousness he felt, "I lost him once over you, and I'm close to losing him again."

"You won't lose him," she assured him, "We'll see to it that you don't this time. He wants me to be happy. He said so the night we broke up. You make me happy. He'll understand."

"How should I respond?" Chuck inquired as he looked to her to answer.

She grabbed the phone from him and texted, "Will be in Paris in three days. Meet me there. – C."

"Paris," he asked as he lifted an eyebrow in curiosity, "Are we going on vacation?"

"I should see my father before school starts," she responded, "We can kill two birds with one stone."

"I'm more worried about being one of those birds getting killed. Nathaniel is going to murder me," he responded.

"Will you stop saying that," she requested, "I won't let things get that out of control."

"Are you saying you plan on being there?" he realized in surprise.

"Of course," she assured him, "I'm as much a part of all of this as the two of you. He needs to know that this is my choice as much as it is yours."

"When would you like to leave?" he asked as he tried to shift their conversation away from Nate. They'd be dealing with that soon enough.

"That depends on you," she replied, "Do you still have access to Bass Industries' private jet?"

"Of course," he chuckled, "I am the majority owner of the company, and when Lily thinks I'm ready I'll be taking over."

"Then when can the jet be ready?" she inquired with a sly smile.

"I walked right into that one," he laughed out loudly. She looked at him expectantly. "I'll make a few calls and find out where it currently is. If it's in New York, we can probably take off within an hour."

"Let's hope it's in New York," she responded as she crossed her fingers hopefully, "I've always wanted to become a member of the mile high club."

Chuck groaned at the thought as he stood up from the sofa and began making his calls. She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Of course, he was already a member, but the thought of him being the one to initiate her into the club was too thrilling to be ignored as he disappeared into his bedroom so that he wouldn't disturb her from watching the rest of the movie. It was one of her favorites, after all.

"Pack your bags, Waldorf, the jet can be ready in three hours," Chuck responded as he came out of his room twenty minutes later. Blair had tears in her eyes as she finished watching the end of 'My Fair Lady'. She quickly brushed them aside as she smiled cheerfully at him.

"Blair, you've seen this movie a hundred times," he laughed as he handed her a tissue to dry her eyes, "How can you still get choked up when Eliza returns to Mister Higgins in the end?"

"I'm a girl," she responded as she snatched the tissue out of his hand. She didn't give any further explanation. He didn't need one. He kissed the top of her head before he went to turn off the entertainment system.

"Come, Waldorf, you can help me pack," he replied as he pulled her to her feet and into the bedroom. He was packed in twenty minutes despite her best efforts to lure him into bed. He couldn't believe he was turning down sex at the moment, but he knew she would need a lot more time, and he didn't want to miss the helicopter to the airport. That would delay their flight, and she needed as much time as possible to pack. She always did.

True enough, an hour and a half later, they were still sitting in her bedroom as she sifted through her belongings as she tried to decide what to bring.

"Blair, what does it matter what you bring?" he groaned in boredom, "It's not like you'll be wearing it for too long." She promptly picked up a stiletto heel and threw it at him, missing him by a fraction of an inch.

"We will not be spending our entire trip in bed," she insisted. "Besides, if we spend time at my father's vineyard, he won't even let us sleep in the same room. He's old fashioned in that way."

"All the more reason to not go to the vineyard," he rolled his eyes.

"I am going to see my father," she stated forcefully, "This is not up for negotiation."

"Do you expect me to go with?" he inquired, "I mean, meeting the parents. . . that's a big step for us."

"You already know my parents," she smirked as she threw the matching stiletto to the one that she had launched moments earlier at him, this time hitting him in the shoulder when he couldn't duck fast enough.

"I know Eleanor and Harold Waldorf," he nodded, "But they only know me as Chuck Bass. Now they'll have to know me as their daughter's boyfriend. That is a whole new level of getting to know them that I don't know that I'm ready for. And what is more important, I don't know if we're ready for that. They are not going to be happy that we're together, what parent could be. I'm Chuck Bass for crying out loud. I don't meet with any parent's approval, even my own father!"

"Stop right there," she snapped, "Your father loved you, and he believed in you. He had a crappy way of showing it, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that it's true."

Chuck just shook his head. This wasn't a conversation that was worth having at this moment. It would inevitably end in an argument and they had done so well this week in avoiding them.

"Ready to go?" she asked as she zipped up the final bag while he was lost in thought.

"The question is, are you ready to go?" he inquired as he looked at the plethora of bags she had sitting at her bedroom door. Dorota was not going to be happy having to carry those down the stairs.

"Can I have the jump seat in the helicopter?" she teased.

"Absolutely not," he responded as he pulled her tight into his embrace, "You will be sitting next to me. We can get a head start on that club initiation."

"No arguments here," she moaned as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Ummm. . . ." he hummed as he pulled away, "We have to get going, or we'll miss the helicopter."

"And we wouldn't want to delay my entrance into the mile high club," she smirked as she kissed him one more time before they left.

"No, we definitely do not want that," he smirked devilishly as he kissed her hand.

TBC . . .