Thus is set sometime after inglorious bastards. My first try at a Gossip Girl fic so be nice

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We found wonderland

You and I got lost in it

And life was never worse but never better

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SPOTTED: Chuck Bass at John F Kennedy airport. Guess the Bass private jet's in the shop. You now you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

SPOTTED: Blair Waldorf also at John F Kennedy. Are these two lovebirds travelling together or is this just a happy coincidence? You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

"The first class lounge is closed?!"

The shriek of a very annoyed Blair Waldorf reverberated across duty free. As she strode through the airport in her limited edition Jimmy Choos, her maid Dorota followed close behind, holding her Louis Vuitton hand luggage.

"I am sorry Miss Blair, it must be being refurbished!" Dorota suggested, in an attempt to calm Blair down.

Blair placed her head in her hands, "its bad enough that I have to fly commercial, never mind that my phones out of battery so I can't even check and see what Gossip Girls' saying about all this!"

Further down the airport, Chuck Bass was reading Gossip Girl's latest blast with a slow smirk. It was just a happy coincidence that he and Blair were both flying commercially on the same day. As much as it irritated him also that the lounge was closed, it was worth it to see Blair have a full on meltdown in front of so many camera phones.

"I'm hungry," Blair whimpered at Dorota, "But it don't want any of this… food. If you can even call it that."

"This food is all there is here, until you get on first class plane," She explained, still struggling to keep up with Blair's quick movements through the crowds.

Blair grumbled, "But that's in like an hour. I thought I'd have that time for champagne and canapé's in the first class lounge."

Dorota motioned towards the nearest fast food joint, a McDonalds which looked like no one from the Upper East side had ever stepped foot inside. "It is not so bad." Dorota said, wincing at the expression on Blair's face. She rolled her eyes and walked inside, pulling out a handkerchief and clapping it over her nose and mouth with a dramatic flourish.

Blair Waldorf in McDonalds? I thought we'd never see the day. Seraphina too far away, B? You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

Chuck laughed out loud at this blast, saving the image of Blair scowling at patrons to his phone. "Where's, um, McDonalds?" He asked the nearest person, who pointed him in the right direction. Chuck thanked the person and sauntered off in that direction.

"You there. Can I have a-" Blair squinted at the menu list behind the teen server's head with some disgust, "Premium southwest salad. No dressing."

"Grilled or crispy chicken?" The teenager asked, his voice wavering slightly with nerves.

"Grilled." Blair snapped, turning to Dorota, "I can actually feel the grease and grime in here permeating my pores."

"I'm sorry Miss Blair, we go sit outside to eat?"

"Outside? So my hair can get ruined as well as my skin? No thank you."

The server coughed slightly to get Blair's attention, "Your salad, ma'am?"

Blair stared at the salad she was being presented with. "What is that?"

"A premium southwest salad with grilled chicken and no dressing?" Squeaked the server.

There was a moments silence as Blair switched her glare between the salad and the teenager.

"I believe Blair is opposed to both the plastic container that salad is in, and the um tortilla strips."

The line of people behind Blair and Dorota parted to reveal Chuck Bass, looking very out of place in a deep purple suit and spotty bow tie. He smirked at Blair and the gobsmacked counter server.

"What are you doing here?" Blair snapped, turning back to the counter, "But he is right."

"The private jet's being refurbished and as you know the lounge is also closed. I saw your meltdown on Gossip Girl and thought I'd come for the show," Chuck said, taking the newly fixed salad and handing it to Blair.

She flashed her fakest smile at him and flicked her hair over her shoulder with her free hand. The line parted again as she strutted out of the store, holding the salad between one finger and thumb. Dorota mouthed apologies to both Chuck and the flustered server before rushing after Blair.

"No, I don't want anything," Chuck waved off the server, watching Blair walk away with a small smile. He pulled out his phone and tapped it a couple of times. Something flashed up on the screen and his smile grew wider, suddenly looking forward to this commercial flight.

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Blair sighed contently, relaxing into her comfortable first class seat. With Dorota back in economy, her champagne was served by a pretty blonde air hostess who kept her plied and satisfied.

"When does this plane set off?" She inquired, nastily, "I want to be in Paris today, not by the time I need a facelift!"

The air hostess forced a smile, "We just have one more special guest to get on the flight and then we can set off."

"Special, because of the money Bart donated to the airline in the past, flying various mail-order women to his side in New York."

Blair raised her previously relaxed head slowly, realising with dread who she'd be spending the next eight hours in adjoining areas with. Chuck grinned, handing his carry on to the pretty blonde with a wink.

"Don't I even get a hello after you were so rude to me in McDonalds?" Chuck asked with a smirk, undoing his suit jacket and settling into his seat.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "I don't know how you figured out what flight I was on or why you're so hell bent on following me today. But leave me alone!"

"Blair, this is the only first class flight going out today and where else would Blair Waldorf be going but Paris? Anyway, it's just a coincidence, I'm thinking of buying property in Paris," He explained.

Blair let out a huff of air and turned her back to look out of the window. She pretended not to notice Chuck and the air hostess getting into what seemed like a riveting conversation, instead she engrossed herself in watching the trees and buildings outside blur into one as the plane set off down the runway.

"Sorry to interrupt but do you have a phone charger?" Blair said, looking not at all sorry to tear Chuck away from the air hostess. He rolled his eyes at her forced niceties and handed over his charger. Blair quickly plugged her phone in and connected to the inflight Wi-Fi, Gossip Girl loaded quickly and she flicked through the catty posts about her exploits in commercial travel.

Spotted: Chuck Bass also going into McDonalds. Is fast food the new black? You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

Ouch. B gives C the cold shoulder next to the cold drinks. You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

Spotted: B and C on the same flight to Paris, could this be a reunion in the city of love? You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

"Did you send this Gossip Girl blast?" Blair barked at the air hostess. The blonde shrugged her shoulders with a smile, not moving from where she sat on the arm of Chuck's chair. Blair growled under her breath, perhaps a little too annoyed about the blast than she should have been.

The only other passenger in first class was an elderly man, who had been snoring under a blanket ever since they took off. This along with the incessant giggling of the insufferable air hostess was giving Blair a headache.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's available on demand," Chuck said, noticing Blair's angrily reddening expression.

She glared at him, secretly happy he was thinking of her, "Thanks."

As the familiar film rolled Blair felt herself relax a little. She lied to herself that she didn't know what was bothering her; it wasn't the snoring or even really the air hostess. Blair never liked seeing Chuck with anyone who wasn't her.

Across the cabin Chuck swirled his scotch, pretending to take an interest in the air hostess' aimless chatter. He barely even fancied her, just thought that her mere presence would annoy Blair.

"I'd like some food!" Blair's voice rose over the sounds of the cabin. The air hostess apologised to a very blasé Chuck Bass and walked over to where Blair sat.

"What can I get for you, ma'am?" She asked, looking Blair up and down.

Very slowly she traced her finger down the inflight menu, "I think I'll go for the pan fried sea bass with cherry tomatoes, thanks."

"Make that two," Chuck called over, "McDonalds didn't really work for me."

"Me neither, I'm not a fan of anything cheap," Blair directed her comment to the flight attendant, who forced out a laugh and sauntered out of the cabin.

The sound of snoring swelled over the cabin again.

"Well, we're finally alone," Chuck said, with some irony.

"Finally? Who's been waiting?" Blair scoffed, "Plus we've got snores-a-lot here."

"I'm sure he wouldn't wake up," He schmoozed, with a wink, "We could renew our subscription to the mile high club."

"Chuck! You better be kidding me here!"

He laughed at the tone in her voice, teasing Blair was so entertaining. "Well, the offer stands."

Blair sighed loudly, putting her headphones back in and turning back to her film. She didn't want to admit it but the offer was more tempting than he knew. The door to the cabin opened again to reveal the blonde whom annoyed Blair so much, holding two gold rimmed plates of sea bass.

"Just fabulous," Blair smiled, smelling the dish set before her. Such a step up from the distinctly lower class food she'd had previously. "Some more champagne?"

Chuck chuckled at the smug look on Blair's face as the air hostess poured her another glass. Her superiority complex was showing. They ate in silence, just the clink of cutlery interwoven with dull snores as their background music.

As she finished her meal Blair pulled up the blinds on her window to look out. There was nothing quite like the sight of a sunset at 25000 feet, all hues of orange and red against the billowing clouds.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Blair jumped out of her skin to find Chuck had come to stand right beside her without her noticing.

"Absolutely divine," She agreed, avoiding his slightly intense gaze.

Chuck ran a hand through his hair, "Would you care to join me for a drink in the bar?"

The best thing about flying commercially (in first class of course) was the bar cabin, where filthy rich passengers could socialise and drink together. Blair accepted his offer and followed him out of the cabin, failing to resist the urge to flash a triumphant smile at the cabin attendant.

C and B leaving the 1st class cabin together. About to re-join the mile high club, lovebirds? You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl

Blair scowled at her phone. That damn flight attendant. She sat on a high bar table, her long legs crossed seductively to show off her Jimmy Choos. And to assert dominance over every other female under 30 in the room. Chuck Bass was still hers even if he wasn't.

"A gin martini for the lady," Chuck set her drink down on the table, taking a sip of his scotch.

Blair took it with a small smile, "Thanks."

He stared at her for a long moment.

"What?" She asked, a waiver of nervousness creeping into her calm composure.

"Why was that flight attendant bothering you so much?"

Blair's eyes widened. The base of her martini glass suddenly became very interesting. "She was a stupid slut."

"So? All the women I tend to attract are of a similar disposition," He pushed, suddenly noticing his mistake, "Well, not all." He tipped his head towards Blair.

"I thought I was going to have to pour this martini down your suit for a moment there," Blair said with a slight laugh, which he joined her in.

"I wouldn't have blamed you."

They fell back into a companionable quiet. As the drinks flowed and the lights were turned down they began to talk more freely, like the friends they were before love and games got in the way.

"No way, Waldorf. You always had an edge to you, even when you had that good girl façade going on at Constance!"

"What façade?" Blair laughed, downing the last of her third martini "I'm still the picture of perfection."

"I won't disagree with you there," Chuck muttered, looking at her in a way that stopped her breath for a moment. But then it was gone again, "I still remember that night at Victrola, when you took it all off for me!"

Blair shot him a look.

"I'm not talking about that. But that was good too." He looked down, reminiscing, "It only took you breaking up with our own golden boy to unleash what already here, I'm telling you."

"If you say so," She responded, with a funny look on her face.

Chuck locked eyes with her, "Blair Waldorf gives up a fight? I never thought I'd see the day."

"Maybe I agree with you," Blair murmured, her eyes glinting.

It was almost as if the whole cabin had slowed as they stared at each other. They were trapped in another game, of who would give up first.

"You know," Chuck murmured, leaning closer to a breathless Blair, "Nathanial could never bring out this side of you."

His hand trailed up her stocking-clad thigh, savouring the way her eyes fluttered closed at the feel. Blair's hand found its way into the baby hairs at the nape of his neck as she pulled herself even closer to him. "You. It was always you." She whispered, ghosting her lips over his.

His eyes turned dark as he stared at her, "Back now. Let's go." Their hands clasped Chuck and Blair walked out of the bar cabin at impressive speed, giggling like children. They clattered back into first class, skirting past the still snoring occupant. Blair raised an eyebrow at Chuck. "You don't mind?" He asked.

"No," she shook her head, capturing her lips with his again.

Chuck waved a hand at the seething cabin attendant, "You. Get out."

She scowled, "You can't, do that, in here."

"If you want to get your impressive tip, you will leave right now." Chuck said, still rubbing a hand up and down Blair's back.

The flight attendant sighed and rolled her eyes, turning the lights down in the cabin insolently. "Don't disturb the other guests." She grumbled, leaving the cabin.

Blair and Chuck locked eyes again and within seconds they were on each other. Each devouring the other's mouth as if it was the only thing that could stop them starving. Chuck tugged at Blair's waist. She clutched onto his shirt collar. A sudden bout of turbulence left the pair stumbling down the carriage, still holding onto one another.

"I'm so glad you decided to take me up on my offer," Chuck spoke with his signature smirk growing on his face.

Blair went to swat at his smug face but instead caressed his cheek, kissing him again. "So am I."

They began to ravish each other again, taking baby steps backwards until they reached Blair's seat. She collapsed into it slightly, her shaky legs no longer able to hold her. Pressing the button which shifted the chair to lie flat he lowered himself onto her, peppering baby kisses on her neck. It was obvious this was something they'd both needed for so long. They kissed and made love repeatedly, not noticing how close they were getting to their destination.

After many hours of this they finally fell back, exhausted but happy. Covered in only a thin blanket they lay intertwined, making whispered idle chit chat as they basked in the afterglow. All of a sudden the main cabin lights came up, shocking them back to reality.

"We must be nearly in Paris," Chuck commented. He stood up quickly and started to dress.

"I see France," Blair agreed, peeking out of the window.

Chuck found the bottle of champagne Blair had been drinking and poured both of them a glass. Blair took hers gladly and knocked it back.

"What are you going to Paris for, anyway?" Chuck inquired, placing his undone bow tie around his neck.

Blair stood and fastened it for him, "Visiting mother and Cyrus. Going to do some shopping and dine at Ladureé."

"Ah, the property I'm looking at is in that area… Maybe I'll join you."

She looked at him a little sadly, "Chuck, let's not ruin this."

"Ruin what? We've proven we still work together, like this. We can rebuild!" A look of desperation which had no place in Chuck Bass' eyes appeared as he grasped her hand.

"I don't think so. I haven't forgotten, just had a momentary relapse."

Blair dropped his hand and sat back in her seat. She rested her head on her hands as she watched Paris come into focus out of the window. Chuck watched her for a moment before rubbing a hand over his face and walking back to his section.

"We will be landing momentarily, make sure you're in your seats and in an erm, upright position." The air hostess came back into the stilted atmosphere, her eyes flickering between the pair on opposite sides of the cabin. Chuck nodded at her bitterly and fell back into his seat. They both fastened their seatbelts and braced themselves for a bumpy landing, knowing once they got back on solid ground they would just be estranged ex-lovers once more. The only difference was Chuck had more resolve to win back the love of his life, and Blair had had a second taste of what made him quite so irresistible.

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You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had

And in the end in wonderland we both went mad

-Wonderland by Taylor Swift

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This is obviously left open ended so I could update this to a multi-chapter which would be alternate to the gg canon, or leave it as a standalone. Let me know what you think, if you can