Story: "French Kiss"

Author: edwestwick (Ana)

Pairing: Chuck/Blair

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gossip Girl o movie French Kiss.

Summary: After being left por her boyfriend Blair Waldorf goes to France to get him back. But what will happen when she meets not really honest guy who will not leave her alone? Based on the movie 'French kiss'.

Hi guys. I finished 'Don't leave me behind' and here's my new idea. It's based on movie 'French kiss' but many things will be different as I couldn't make a planter from Chuck bajo :) And sorry for that first chapter is mostly Nair (I hate them too) but it's necessary to build up the action. One más thing: I absolutely amor France if someone thought otherwise after lectura :]
So in this fic: Jenny is Nate's sister and Carter is Chuck's brother (ok I know how it sounds but I didn't want to make up new characters). Let me know what tu think about first chapter.


Twenty four years old Blair Waldorf fell with a sigh on her seat. Really it's impossible that she can do it. And all of this because of her fiancé. But she loves him. She loves him so she will do it and he better appreciate it and come back to her after she will be there. And to think few days hace everything was perfect.

She was unpacking her suitcase as Nate was packing his things. He is an important politician and his grandfather wants him to go to Paris for a week and she really wanted to go but there is no way she is getting on this plane. Really they are just not for her. After she came here from USA to live in Canada with her boyfriend she hadn't leave the country.

'You can still get the money back on my ticket.'

'Money's not the issue Blair. What I wanted is for tu to come with me to exper...'

He didn't get to end his thought as we heard someone outside.

'What? Is that them?'

She went to look through the window of their bedroom and there they were. Anne and Howard Archibald with Nate's younger sister Jenny. She really liked her as she always wanted to have a brother o a sister. However Nate didn't share her thoughts.

'God I don't want to see my family tonight.'

'You never want to see them.' He never liked his family and started talking with his grandfather just two tears ago. She never understood it as they seemed nice but when she would ask he'd never tell her. He really didn't tell her anything important if she thinks about it.

'That's true. Had tu known that since we're engaged, they don't even knock anymore?'

'They amor you. They care about you. tu know in my family, all tu just get is unsigned birthday card.' Well that's true. Her mother is never around and her father turned out to be gay and now lives with his lover Roman in France. That's one of the reasons she hate France and people there so much.

'Blair, come to Paris with me. Look, I'll give tu 10 mg of Valium. We'll be there before tu know it.' Sure if it was that easy. Can't he just go alone and she will stay here and plan their wedding, which is going to be perfect. She just shook her head and gave him her best 'sorry' smile. He of course got irritated since he can never understand anything.

'God. How can tu not want to go to Paris? You're a fashion designer! Isn't it like the perfect city for you?' Her mother works in it too and she goes there all the time so she would most likely meet her and that's definitely not good idea. They hadn't spoken for months and the thought about running into her father is even worst. They división, split up when she was in High School and now they call for navidad at most.

'Natie, the French. They hate us. They smoke. They have a relationship to dairy products which I don't understand.' And her parents are here. But still they are disgusting for sure.

'A week in Paris with the man tu love?'

'All día meetings.'

'Midnight strolls?'

'Late nights in office.' Because really that's the way politician's life goes, especially on 'important trips'.

'The Eiffel Tower.'

'The Eiffel Tower.' She really really wanted to see it but she never had a chance as she was there only once to visit her dad when they were still good and she was going to go siguiente time but well, there wasn't any siguiente time. 'I'd amor to see the Eiffel Tower.'

'Ok, then.' He dicho starting to pack her bag again. 'Great.'

'Nate. I'm not supposed to leave the country until my immigration interview.'

'You can make something up. They'll never know. Say your cousin Bridget fell in the Seine.' Sure genius she thought.

'They'll find out I don't have a cousin Bridget and deport me.' She never does anything illegal, well maybe one time. 'It's like the one time I smoked pot. I didn't want to do it in the first place. I had a horrible time. Then Tom's brother called the police and we got arrested. The one time I ever did anything illegal.'

They had lunch with Nate's parents and Jen and she found out that the most perfect house is on sale! Sure they were rich but THAT rich to afford house like that. But it was her dream house since she was ten and first time thought of her perfect life with Natie. So she took him this evening and showed him it. He was confused of course but just wait till she'll tell him!

'Why are we looking at a house we can't afford?'

'Nate. There's something I have to tell you.' He will be so happy! They will have perfect life after their perfect wedding. Because really what is wrong with perfection? 'Since I turned fifteen I've been putting money I got from my dad aside, every week my adult life, into a savings account.' Okay maybe it was crazy but it really is her dream life.

'What are tu talking about?'

'We have now 800 782.' She dicho with a smile.

'Why didn't tu tell me this before?'

'I wanted it to be a surprise.' Who wouldn't want surprise like that?

'It's a surprise. It's a big surprise.' He dicho with big eyes. She thought he should look más excited but he will be probably after they'll mover in after their honeymoon.

'So, with a little help from your parents, we could probably afford this.' She really doesn’t count on her own anymore.

'My whole life is passing before my eyes and we don't even have children yet.' Her brows furrowed at his not so happy tone so he just kissed her like he always did. He doesn't like fighting and if his grandfather thinks Blair is perfect for his wife and he loved her when they were teens and he thinks she was different so why not go with it?

He left then and every time she wanted to talk about the house and the wedding he just dicho 'I know. I promise you, tomorrow. I gotta go. amor you. Bye.'' and hung up.

She was in the room with Jenny watching some movie and taking about her future. She had to tell someone about it and if her fiancé won't listen, his sister will do for now.

'So I talked to the broker and I told her we are ready to put in an offer as soon as I talk to Natie.'

'You guys are crazy. I'm never gonna buy a house o anything else worth anything.' Jenny told her flipping through her fashion magazine. She loved designing too and Blair promised her a spot in her company after she will end school.

'Why not?' What's better than this?

'You think tu own something like that and it winds up owning you. It becomes your entire life, then someone forgets to put out their cigarette and it all burns to the ground.'

Her phone called then. She quickly rushed to it since Nate should call her and sure enough it was his name on the screen.

'Honey, hello.' She greeted happily.

'Blair.' He sounded like he was drunk but it couldn't be! Her Nate never gets drunk like that, guess these French basstards already got him.

'Yeah, it's me, Natie. Are tu all right? Is something wrong?'

'No. Yeah. Something's happened.'

'What? What's wrong?'

'Blair. I'm just so happy. tu know, I'm just so happy and so... fucked up. I fucked up, definitely. But it's destiny, Blairrr. That's what it is.' He stuttered in the phone. Ok, he definitely IS drunk.

'What are tu saying? What's destiny?' She can tell him what is. Them together living in her perfect house.

'Destiny? Yeah. OK. Well, I met this woman. This apparition, this goddesse.'

'Goddesse?' what the hell?

'It's French for goddess. And so is she, Blair. She's French. I've never ever felt this way before. Like I could do anything. I could rule the world, climb the highest mountain. I could walk into a men's room and pee, even with some big guy in line behind me.' What?! No! This is impossible she thought feeling tears on her cheeks.

'What? What are tu saying? Nate... Are you...' He can't! He can't just leave me now! We're getting married in few months! I have dress almost done, she thought.

'I'm not coming back. I'm in love... Love, like in a sonnet. o in a movie. o like a... Like... love. I'm sorry, Blair. I'm so sorry.' She blinked and felt más tear drops making their way down her face. He hung up then.

'Natie...' She whispered and felt Jenny hugging her.

And that's how she got here today, sitting with beating faster than ever corazón and holding her asiento tightly. She gulped when she heard flight assistant start speaking.

'Welcome to Air Canada, nonstop service to Paris. Our flying time is an estimated seven hours, twenty minutes. Ensure your asiento cinturón, correa is fastened and that your chair back is in the upright position. We'll be taking off shortly. We hope tu have a pleasant flight.'

She heard some man yelling at the assistant in French and flourishes his ticket in front of her eyes. She wanted to yell too when the women pointed at the asiento siguiente to her. He had dark short hair and dark eyes. She would say he's handsome but he still probably is French. She decided to whisper song from the course that is suppose to calm her down... only a little changed version.

'I hate Paris in the springtime I hate Paris in the fall I hate Paris in the summer when it sizzles I hate Paris in the winter when it drizzles I hate Paris Oh why, oh why do I hate Paris? Because my amor is there... With his slut girlfriend!' When she ended he was already in his asiento looking at her amusement. She looked at him and he smirked. Ughh why all man have to be so infuriating? And he thinks he can just smirk at her! He doesn’t even know her! And that's the reason she decided to politely get him off her.

'This is my first time flying. I'm just kinda nervous.' She dicho with her prepared for occasions like this fake smile. He just stared at her with laughing eyes so she decided to stop with manners. They were useless with idiots like this one. Though he does have amazing eyes. Wait what? She meant he has most idiotic eyes ever.

'Do tu speak any English? Did your mother ever teach tu about staring?' She snapped.

'What do tu think? The plane is going to crash and we are all on the ground dead? I promise you, if it happens, tu won't feel a thing.' He dicho his irritating smirk widening.

'You're French, aren't you?' She asked with disgust though it was obvious as he acted just like all of these French assholes. Not that she knew any but they are like this one for sure. He chuckled.

'Chuck Bass. I'm curious. How have tu got around your whole life? Do tu stay in your house with the doors locked?' He raised his eyebrows amused. God could he be any más of a jerk?

'I get around as nature intended... in a car.' Like every normal human. He nodded his head trying not to laugh. They heard the women talking again. She spoke in French so she unfortunately had to ask Chuck.

'What did she say? That sounded serious.' God don't let it be! I can't die until I get this French slut.

'The pilot says there is a crack in the engine, but not to worry he'll take off anyway.' He replayed with a polite smile. Her mouth opened and her eyes widened, in any other situation she would never let herself look like that but she was dying! She knew it was bad idea. Then she heard the assistant speak again.

'Please remember that the use of cellular phones and other electronic devices is forbidden during takeoff.'

She looked at him in disbelieve. 'I don't know what they taught tu in France, but rude and interesting are not the same.' She dicho with a glare and yelled when they started moving. No, she can't leave now!

They heard the pilot speaking now. 'Folks, we're about third in line for takeoff. So just relax. We should be in the air in just a couple of minutes.' Relax?! Is he French too for God's sake?

'I've almost got the stone cottage going, so could tu please stop looking at me?!' She snapped at him again. Why had he sit here?

'Is incredible.' He dicho with a smirk. Can't he get it off his face?

'What? What?... What?!' Can't he shut up?

'Your every muscle in your body is tense. Even the lids of your eyes. Your nostrils are closing up. How do tu do that? Me, I amor to fly. Especially this moment. The plane getting ready to charge the runway. The engines screaming. The pressure building. The force of it slams tu back in the seat. And then... tu are in the air. Everything else is behind you... There's only one other place in life where I feel this kind of exhilaration.' He ended his speech with his disgusting smirk.

'Oh well, where is that?' She asked bored. He raised his eyebrows again.

'It is...'

'Oh no no no. No. Don't tell me. Just let me guess.' She cut him off. She wasn't going to listen to his heinous stories now.

He just shrugged and the pilot dicho what she was so afraid of. 'Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff.'

It was going to be long flight for sure she thought and it didn't even started yet.

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