Hey hey! Just a word upfront:

1) This story takes place right after the Gossip Girl season one final and after the conclusion of the Twilight series so if I did my math right; Blair and Jacob are both seventeen. But don't kill me if I got it wrong I'm by no means a Twilight expert.

2) Jacob did NOT imprint on Nessie because I don't care how pure the whole imprint thing is, it creeped me out.

3) Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter one: Oh Wilderness!

'I'm standing in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere with a broken Jimmy Choo tell me, how am I being melodramatic?' –Blair Waldorf

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'I can do this,' Blair Waldorf muttered clutching the steering wheel of the pick-up truck with sheer determination; sure she didn't have a driver's licence, but honestly how hard could it be to drive this thing? Even cabbies could drive for God's sake, and Lord knows they're not exactly the brightest crayons in the box.

'Foot on the clutch, turn the key, release the handbrake and gently press on in the gas pedal,' Blair muttered recalling the short but frustration filled driving lesson Roman had given her yesterday though now she wished she'd paid more attention since she couldn't remember for the life of her which one was the gas pedal. 'Left or right?' she mused biting her lip in concentration before slowly nodding. 'Right, definitely right.'

She released the clutch and pressed down on the gas pedal; the car jerked a few times before finally coming to a very abrupt halt.

'Oh come on!' she shrieked slapping the steering wheel in frustration; why was absolutely EVERYTHING boycotting her?

After Chuck's painful and not to mention embarrassing snub, she'd hoped that her father would just let her wallow in self-pity in beautiful sunny France not drag her into this humid hellhole named Forks because apparently the countryside and its disgusting bugs, terrible climate and idiotic townies would do her much more good than locking herself away in a perfectly comfortable villa where everything her heart could possibly desire was in her perfectly manicured grasp! So here she was in the middle of the woods, where her father had bought a charming little chalet, all alone because her father and his boyfriend were out hiking (since when did gay men hike anyway?) sitting in a black pick-up-truck that wouldn't even move! How was she going to get to Port Angeles, which had the clothes shops that Forks lacked, if this thing wouldn't take her there?

'I can do this,' she said through gritted teeth starting the car again, this time releasing the clutch and pressing the gas pedal much more gradually and surely enough the truck actually started moving: Praise the Lord there was a way out of this hellhole…though it was going to take her forever since it took a lot of concentration to actually keep the truck on the dirt track and she was afraid to go any faster than 15 miles an hour through this wilderness. 'I am Blair Waldorf, I am the Queen Bee, I can drive a car, I will survive,' she muttered gripping the steering wheel just a bit tighter and for a minute it seemed like her luck was finally changing…that was until she came face to face with a herd of deer that had decided that it was a good idea to just stop and lounge in the middle of the road.

Startled she pressed her foot down on the accelerator, in her alarm mistaking it for the brake, and instinctively turned the steering wheel causing her to swing off the dirt road and right into a tree; the car slammed into it and the airbag slammed into her.

'This is not happening,' Blair muttered after the initial shock had worn off as she patted herself in search of injury before finally checking her face in the rear-view mirror; everything seemed okay and she hoped she could say the same thing about the car. She struggled with her seatbelt, her hands still shaking from the adrenaline that was undoubtedly coursing through her body, before pushing open the door and climbing out of the vehicle, the heels of her dainty white Choos sinking into the mucky forest ground. She clumsily waddled towards the front of the car and cringed: the front of the car was squashed into the sturdy tree that hadn't even budged under the impact.

'Oh sweet heaven,' she stated rubbing brow; she could feel the onset of a severe migraine. How was she going to navigate herself out of this mess? Her cell phone didn't even have reception in this place! And for God's sake she was Blair Waldorf, not some boy scout; the most primitive place she'd ever been in was Brooklyn for crying out loud and sure Brooklyn may have drug dealers and brooding artists but this place had bears, she couldn't handle bears right now!

'Calm down,' she ordered herself raking a hand through her somewhat dishevelled dark auburn hair, 'you can do this, just walk back to the house and wait for daddy and everything will be all right.' And clumsily but surely she wobbled back down the dirt road hoping she could get home before any of the local wildlife decided that she looked appetizing.

She'd been walking for a good five minutes when she heard a loud ominous crack that sent her sprawling onto the dirty forest ground. 'This is just fantastic!' she growled sitting up to asses the damage; she was covered in dirt, she'd scraped both her knees and her palms, there was hole in the skirt of her dress and the crack she'd heard had apparently been the delicate heel of her Choo his dying breath…

If Gossip Girl could see her now…

She got up and dusted off her dress as she balanced around on one foot; there was no way in hell she could fix her shoe here, and she couldn't exactly walk on one heeled and one heelless shoe, now could she? And she simply refused to walk around barefoot with all the bugs creeping around.

'Are you all right?' a voice questioned somewhat hesitantly.

Blair turned around so fast she hurt her neck; standing in front of her was an incredibly bulky boy, native judging from the russet colour of his skin and what was even more peculiar; despite the rather cool 63 degrees he was shirtless. How country of him…

'Do I look all right to you?' she snapped a bit more catty than she had intended; after all she didn't want him to leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere just because she couldn't snap out of her Blair-Waldorf-bitch-mode.

'Uhm-, what happened to your shoe?' the boy blurted out starring at her oddly.

'I broke my heel off,' she said waving it around, 'and I fell.'

'Well they're not exactly hiking shoes are they?'

'I wasn't hiking,' Blair muttered through gritted teeth; did she look like a hiker? She was wearing Stella McCartney for crying out loud…

'Than what are you doing here?' he questioned still looking at her in that strange sort of way that was starting to unnerve her.

'I had a bit of a car accident.'

The boy raised an eyebrow. 'A car accident? Here?'

Was that disbelief? She was insulted…

'Let's just say the local wildlife along with the rest of the world is boycotting me.'

'Isn't that a bit melodramatic?'

'I'm standing in the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere with a broken Jimmy Choo tell me, how am I being melodramatic?' Blair snapped glaring at him.

'Does that tone mean you don't want my help?' the boy asked seemingly unfazed by her apparent bitchiness.

She scowled; he knew-, he knew he was the one in control here; she hated not being the one in control…though it seemed like lately she wasn't in control of anything anymore.

'I'll take that as a yes,' he stated stalking over to her. 'I'm Jacob by the way,' he added sticking out his hand for her to shake.

'Blair Waldorf,' she said putting her dainty little hand in his much larger one; was it her imagination working overtime or did he seem apprehensive to let go?

'Well Blair Waldorf,' Jacob said slowly, as if he was trying out her name, 'a friend of mine lives nearby, I'm sure she wouldn't mind borrowing you more appropriate shoes. We'll work at getting you home after that.'

'Thanks,' she mumbled; the word always sounded foreign coming from her.

He offered her his arm - his incredibly warm arm, did he have a fever? - so she could balance herself, which she gratefully took, before carefully guiding her down the path.

'So,' he started trying to break the uneasy silence, 'not from around here are you?'

'What brilliant powers of deduction you posses,' Blair said sarcastically, though she sounded more amused than unkind.

'Than, where are you from?'

'New York,' Blair said quietly, ignoring the sudden pang she felt in her chest.

'Oh,' Jacob mumbled noting her apprehension. 'So-, how old are you?'

'What does that have to do with anything?'

'Curiosity,' Jacob said innocently, though she was far from convinced.

'Fine I'm seventeen,' Blair said slightly cringing at the still painful memories of her seventeenth birthday party, 'what about you?' she added trying to steer the conversation in his direction.

'Same.'

Blair frowned as she looked up at his bulky frame. 'You've got to be kidding me.'

Jacob gave her a confused look.

'Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You don't exactly look like your average seventeen- year-old.'

He just shrugged it off as Blair studied him carefully; if you looked past his large hulk-ish frame and focused on his face, quite a handsome face at that, he did look somewhat younger than she first had estimated him to be.

'Something wrong?' Jacob said noticing the intent look she'd been giving him.

But before she could even so much as generate a credible, though false response, she lost her delicate balance and would have had yet another close encounter with the forest floor if Jacob hadn't grabbed her.

'Thank you,' she breathed as he placed her back on her feet.

'No problem,' he said smiling brightly, showing off his perfect white teeth as he slung an arm around her delicate shoulders in an effort to actually keep her on her feet.

'What?' Blair asked suspiciously; his smile was just a bit too amused for her liking.

'You just remind me of someone I know-, well used to,' he answered quietly.

'Oh?' she questioned: did that mean there were actually interesting people in this place?

'There's Emily's house,' Jacob stated resolutely ignoring her question as he motioned towards a charming looking little house, 'I'm sure you'll like her, everyone likes Emily, she's great.'

Blair fought the urge to roll her eyes; there were Serena's everywhere apparently. What would this one look like? Tall? Probably. Slim? Doubtlessly. Gorgeous? Duh…

Jacob shoved open the door, not bothering to knock; the house, though somewhat dated and country-ish breathed a cosiness even Blair wouldn't insult and did she smell cookies?

'You can take of your shoes you know,' Jacob said interrupting her thoughts.

Blair just nodded before kicking off her ruined pumps and no matter how unfashionable it might be she relished in the comfortableness of walking barefoot.

'Emily?' Jacob shouted kicking off his own shoes.

'In the kitchen!' a very melodious, pleasant, voice called back; great this Serena was not only a domestic goddess à la Martha Steward but also some sort of nightingale.

She followed Jacob into the kitchen only to see a casually dressed woman sitting at a large kitchen table, flipping through a magazine; she seemed to be of average height, enviably thin with a perfect complexion and gorgeous dark hair that complemented her striking features, definitely the Quileute Serena.

'You're early,' Emily said looking up, noticing Blair for the first time, 'who is this?'

'This is Blair, she had a bit of a hiking accident,' Jacob said an amused smile playing at his lips.

'I told you; I do not hike,' Blaire hissed shooting him an insulted glare which only caused his crooked smile to grow wider.

'Hey Blair, I'm Emily,' she said getting up to offer her a dainty hand, Blair's pleasant smile didn't even falter when she saw the large scar that marred her exquisite features; that was something she hadn't been expecting from Quileute Serena…

'Nice to meet you,' Blair said her eyes firmly fixed on Emily's; she was Blair Waldorf, she didn't gawk at something as unfortunate as a scare.

'Did you fall?' Emily said taking in her probably bedraggled appearance; she'd almost forgotten about that she probably looked terrible.

Blair nodded. 'I'm not exactly familiar with woods,' she said scrunching up her nose in obvious disdain.

Emily let out a hearty laugh. 'God you must hate it here than.'

'You should've seen her shoes,' Jacob muttered munching on a cookie. 'It's a miracle she didn't break her ankle. Can you borrow her something more appropriate?'

'Of course,' Emily said smiling brightly, 'I'll be right back,' she added giving Jacob a questioning look before darting out of the room.

'Impressive,' Jacob said flopping down on the kitchen counter.

'Beg your pardon?' Blair said raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.

'Most people stare at first.'

'It's just a scar,' Blair said with a dismissive waive of the hand. 'I'm not some insolent hick you know.'

Jacob gave her an odd sort of smile, an admiring smile?

'Sam will love you,' he stated somewhat absently.

'Sam?'

'Emily's fiancé, he hates it when people stare.'

'Understandable, I mean it's not even that bad,' she said rolling her eyes.

'Found something!' Emily's cheery voice stated as she waltzed into the room carrying not only a pair of black ballet flats but also a fresh change of clothes. 'Thought you might like some clean clothes, you seem like the immaculate type. The bathroom's upstairs first door on your left,' she added ushering her out the door throwing Jacob curious glances.

What the frak was going on here? Blair thought as she walked into the tiny yet neat bathroom. She took off her damaged dress and slipped into the top and skirt Emily had given her; the top was an exquisite navy blue while the a-line skirt was white with a flower motif that matched the colour of the top. She couldn't help but adore the woman downstairs even more. She put on the ballet flats that were only slightly too large before finally going back downstairs her torn dress in hand.

'Thank you, I feel so much better now,' Blair said genuinely as she darted back into the kitchen vaguely noting the frown marring Jacob's face.

'Shame about your dress though,' Emily said pursing her lips. 'Why don't you leave it here and I'll try to fix it for you?'

Blair squealed with joy resisting the urge to just hug the woman. 'Thank you!' she said; she'd probably used the phrase more today than she had done in the past year.

'It's nothing,' Emily said taking the dress off her hands and folding it neatly before placing it on the kitchen counter. 'Any friend of Jake's is a friend of mine,' before ushering Blair onto a chair. 'So where are you from?'

'New York.'

'New York?' Emily repeated eyes wide looking somewhat-, concerned?

Blair just nodded. 'I'm here on vacation with my dad and his partner,' she added staying intentionally vague on the subject Roman to avoid scandalous reactions from the locals; this was a small town after all...

'What about your boyfriend?' Emily asked trying to sound casual but failing miserably as Jacob shot her an annoyed glare; what was she up to?

'No boyfriend,' Blair muttered ignoring the pang she felt in her chest as she tried to banish the thoughts of Nate's painful indifference and Chuck's selfish betrayals to a dark corner of her mind.

'Sam's back,' Jacob stated, 'Paul and-, Embry are with him? I thought it was Jared's turn?'

Blair frowned; she didn't hear anything…

'He's helping out at Kim's brother's birthday party,' Emily stated.

Jacob made a whipping sound earning him a glare from Emily.

'What? She has him trailing behind her like a pet Chihuahua!'

'He's in love Jacob, you remember what that feels like,' Emily said quietly before giving Blair a fleeting look, 'and if you don't I'm sure you'll be reminded sooner rather than latter.'

Jacob just scowled as the front door opened and the booming voices of several guys could be heard.

'We're in here!' Emily called over the noise, as she got up with a distinct spring in her step.

Three guys-, well men was actually a better term entered and Blair could barely keep her jaw from dropping; they were huge and shirtless and well-, wow, exactly like Jacob…

'Sam!' Emily said embracing the tallest of the three as the other two stared at Blair inquisitively. She just raised an eyebrow in retort giving them her patented what-are-you-starring-at-look.

'Who is this?' the bolder one of the two said grabbing Sam's attention, while the other boy looked away shyly.

'This is Blair!' Emily said happily as she beamed up at her positively gigantic fiancé. 'Jacob brought her over. Blair this is my fiancé, Sam, and that's Paul and Embry.'

'Pleasure,' Blair said smiling sweetly.

'It sure is,' Paul muttered giving her still aching legs an appreciative look.

'Hey Paul, how's Rachel? You know your girlfriend and my sister,' Jacob snapped giving Paul an angry glare.

Paul just rolled his eyes. 'Territorial much?'

'Sam,' Emily said ending the banter with a single motherly look, 'why don't you show the boys that job you want help with in the yard,' she added giving Sam a meaningful look.

Blair had to suppress an eye roll; Emily might be a real sweetheart but she obviously didn't have a clue on how to be subtle.

Sam, catching his fiancée's not so subtle hint, just nodded. 'C'mon guys,' he said in his deep baritone before leading the others out the door: curious, very curious…

'Are they related?' Blair asked. 'They all kind of look alike.'

That sounded much more polite than the; "my god they all look like the hulk, are they clones?" which had been playing on repeat in her head.

Emily smiled, as if enjoying a personal little joke. 'No, they're not related. The do act like it though; you should hear them, most of the time they sound like squabbling twelve year old, especially when food is involved!'

Blair smiled but before she could subtly pry a bit more the phone rang.

'Do you mind?' Emily said hesitant to leave her.

'Not at all,' Blair said sweetly before her new found, dare she say, friend waltzed out the door. Blair tapped her fingers as she stared out the window; the boys were no where to be seen. She had an inkling they were talking about her, but the reason why they needed to talk about her was still a little hazy.

'Look at the pretty girl Quil!' A squeaky child's voice announced loudly.

Blair's head snapped up; standing in the doorway was yet another bulky boy, the difference being this one was holding an especially adorable little girl clad in a frilly pink dress.

'Who are you?' the boy - Quil or something? - asked glaring at her distrustfully.

'I'm Blair, and you are?' she asked raising a perfectly arched eyebrow in a threatening sort of way.

'Quil,' he said, well snapped was more like it really.

'I'm Claire!' the tiny girl in his arms stated happily, her wide eyes fixed on Blair.

'Pleasure,' she retorted giving the girl a sweet smile; ah, too be young and adorable…

'Why are you here?' Quil interrogated edging slightly closer.

Snappy snappy, aren't we?

'My car broke down and-,' she stopped mid sentence when she noticed him inhaling deeply. 'Did you just sniff me?' she questioned narrowing her eyes at him evilly; oh great she was stuck in the middle-of-pervert-town.

'I-, uhm-, well I wasn't-, I mean I wouldn't say that I was doing that per se-,' he stumbled raking a hand through his messy hair in an embarrassed sort of way.

'Quil is funny!' the little girl exclaimed giggling as Quil was still trying to mumble something that sounded at least like a semi-coherent excuse.

'Are you even allowed to be around kids, Pee-wee Herman?' Blair sneered eying him distrustfully; she was about one sniff away from snatching Claire away from him.

'What?' he exclaimed wide-eyed. 'I'm not a-, I don't-, oh my god!' he exclaimed his face distorted in evident disgust as Claire giggled in blissful innocence. 'I would never! Oh I-,'

Blair just watched him stutter, her eyebrows raised in healthy scepticism.

'EMILY!' Quil roared looking about ready to rip his hair out.

Almost immediately Emily came storming into the room: 'What's wrong? Did something happen to Claire? Claire, sweetie, are you okay?' she rambled taking little Claire out of Quil's arms to give the little toddler a thorough inspection.

'Look at pretty lady auntie Em!' Claire said pointing a chubby little finger at Blair while Emily continued her search for any sign of bodily harm.

'Yes, really pretty,' Emily said dismissively before turning her attention to Quil. 'She looks fine Quil, what's wrong?'

'The pretty lady, that's what's wrong!' Quil mumbled shooting Blair an accusing look.

Blair just give him an innocent look, as if to say; who me? Doe-eyes really did come in handy at times, nobody accused Bambi.

'Blair?' Emily said disbelievingly. 'What did Blair do?'

'She insinuated I was some sort of-,' he covered Claire's ears, 'deviant.'

Emily frowned before her face lit up in recognition and she burst out in a loud very hearty laugh. 'Oh my god!' she blurted out in between fits of giggles.

'I'm glad you think it's funny,' Quil grumbled narrowing his eyes at the tiny evil brunette who looked positively saintly, he knew better…

'Blair,' Emily said when the laughs died down a bit, 'Quil might be a bit weird but not weird like that, he's more of a much abused babysitter.'

'Than why was he sniffing me?' Blair said tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the table.

Emily glared at Quil. 'You sniffed her?'

Quil shrugged. 'I had to make sure she wasn't-, a-, you know,' he said in a conspiratorial whisper.

This boy was getting weirder by the minute.

'Well she's not,' Emily hissed, 'Jacob brought her over.'

Did they forget she was sitting right there?

'So?'

Emily gave him a pinning look before rolling her eyes. 'Outside, now, the boys need your help.'

Quil frowned but did as told nonetheless.

'Don't worry about him,' Emily said sheepishly raking a hand through her hair. 'He's kind of like the village idiot, with emphasize on idiot.'

Blair gave her tight smile; refusing to have the matter brushed off so easily. 'So exactly what are you-knows and why do they require a sniff-search?' she questioned feigning casualness.

Emily froze before focusing her gaze on Clair's curious little fingers which were entangling themselves with her necklace. 'The guys are kind of like a-, a neighbourhood watch. They try to keep drugs and stuff out of the rez; they take it really seriously. So they're kind of suspicious of out-of-towners.'

'You're saying he was sniffing me for drugs?' Blair said not even making an effort to keep the disbelief from her voice; like anyone could ever mistake a Waldorf a drug mule!

'Yeah,' Emily said with a shrug as she disentangled Claire's fingers from her necklace, 'you know pot and stuff.'

Blair could hardly prevent herself from raising a sceptical eyebrow. 'Sure,' she drawled. 'So what are they doing out there?'

Call her sadistic but she really wanted to see Emily squirm her way out of that one.

'Sam wants the boys to help him built a shed.'

'You need five people to build a shed?'

'It's going to be a really big shed,' Emily said barely able to suppress a giggle.

T.B.C

So that was chapter one, I hope you enjoyed! Drop me a line if you please ^^

Love,

ZanZan