Blair's eyes fluttered open as a soft ding echoed throughout the plane. The flight attendance's voice immediately followed with instructions for landing. Blair adjusted herself in her seat while carefully trying not to wake a sleeping Chuck. She smiled softly as she ran her hand through his dark brown locks. Her wedding band and engagement ring sparkled.

"Nice rock." Stated Jack Bass.

Blair rolled her eyes as she made eye contact with the smug Uncle. "Nice broken nose. I think a broken arm will go really well with it." She retorted. She glared at him before returning her attention to Chuck. She hated to wake him, but they were about to land in New York soon.

She continued to stroke his head gently, "Chuck?" She cooed. "We're going to land soon."

Blair watched attentively as Chuck's eyes opened slowly. The dark circles underneath his eyes were still relevant. He rubbed his tired eyes slowly before getting up. Blair watched as he paused midway and let out a painful groan.

"Wow," stated Chuck hoarsely while he rubbed his forehead vigorously.

Blair frowned as she saw his state. She reached out and rubbed his back. "Bad headache?" she asked. Chuck barely mumbled a yes before placing his head on her lap once again.

The flight attendant made her way down the aisle toward Chuck and Blair. "Mr. Bass. You're going to need to get into your seat with your seatbelt. We'll be arriving in New York in about fifteen minutes." The older woman smiled gently at Blair before walking towards the front of the private jet.

Chuck's jaw tensed as he grabbed the bridge of his nose. Blair stroked his face softly. "It'll be okay. We'll be home soon. I'll get you some aspirin as soon as we arrive at the hotel."

Chuck sighed deeply. Turning his head toward Blair, he opened his eyes in order to look at her. Blair met his watchful gaze with one of her own and smiled sympathetically. Chuck allowed his gaze to remain on her for another moment. Once more he closed his eyes briefly. Clenching his jaw in pain, he sat up quickly and rested his back against his seat.

Once he relaxed there, Blair placed a hand on either side of him in order to put his belt around him. As she tightened it around his waist, Chucks own hands covered hers. The action caused Blair to look into his bloodshot eyes. His soft drawl filled her ears. "How long was I out for?"

Blair gulped as she forced herself to think about his drunken state during the whole plane ride. "For pretty much the whole flight." She responded. She offered him a small reassuring smile, but Chuck refused to give in to her sweet gesture. He clenched his teeth in anger as he broke eye contact with her. Tears stung Blair's eyes as witnessed Chuck's reaction. She stroked the left side of his face in an attempt to get him to look at her.

From the other side of the aisle, Jack Bass was grinning smugly as he watched his nephew's reaction to his hangover. He let out a low chuckle, "Nice wedding night huh?"

Blair tensed at Jack's words but chose to ignore him. Chuck on the other hand had an entirely different reaction. His arm shot up as he pointed threateningly at his uncle. "Shut the hell up," Chuck warned.

Jack feigned fear as he let his own laughter fill the plane. "Charles it's a joke. Where's the wedded bliss?" He grinned once more before patting his swollen nose gently.

Blair watched as Chuck grinded his teeth together; his impatience seemed to be growing by the second. "What is he doing here?" Chuck whispered irritably.

She sifted in her seat uncomfortably. "You don't remember?" She asked hesitantly. "We needed to get home fast and Jack happened to be there with the private jet ready to go." Blair glanced down at their joined hands. "Convenient huh?"

Shutting his eyes tightly as a frown graced his forehead, Chuck let out a shallow breath. "I was completely out our whole wedding night." His voice was filled with regret. "Blair…"

Blair's hand quickly covered his lips. "Shh," she reassured, "Chuck don't worry. We're going home." She grabbed his chin firmly while her worried eyes found his tortured ones. "Everything will be alright. Okay?" Her voice broke slightly. She wanted so desperately for him to not feel any guilt. He already was carrying a huge weight upon his shoulders in the form of his father's death.

His eyes finally made contact with hers, but his gaze faltered after only a moment of intense contact with the brunette. "I'm still a disappointment." he mumbled bitterly to himself.

Blair frowned while pushing her forehead against his. "You don't disappoint me." Her eyes shifted so that she could once again make eye contact. "I love you."

Chuck stared at the girl before him. His heart raced in response to her words. Chuck Bass' heart never raced. He released one of his hands from Blair's grip and placed it underneath Blair's chin. He rubbed it affectionately allowing the pain that had been eating away at his heart to disappear for a moment.

Blair smiled sweetly at him and placed her lips against his for a small kiss. Chuck responded immediately by grabbing Blair's chin firmly and rubbing his tongue slowly against Blair's lips. Her eyes closed briefly as their kiss deepened. Grabbing his head gently, Blair ran her fingers through Chuck's hair. The two newlyweds continued to get carried away until a smug voice filled the private plane.

"PDA you too," stated a sarcastic Jack Bass, "You're making me feel lonely here."

The sound of the unwelcome Bass separated the love struck pair and caused a dark mood to once again overtake Chuck's mind.

Blair bit her swollen lips as she tried to ignore the sound of the Bass she completely detested. She lay back in her seat while keeping her fingers interlocked with Chuck's.

Both Blair and Chuck gazed out the window as the sight of the city came into clear view. Blair smiled slightly at the view of the city she called her home. Chuck's expression, on the other hand; held something different—contempt frustration, and pain—he was suddenly reminded of why he ran away in the first place.

Blair squeezed his hand comfortingly; however, he did not return the gesture. His mood darkened as the plane inched closer to the ground.

The expression of the third Bass on the plane was also different. Jack Bass smirked mischievously as sinisterly glee overcame him—he couldn't wait for his plan to take off and finally have Bass Empire slip into his grasp.

I'm sorry. It's been a really long time since I've updated. I work on so many different writing projects at once that I tend to leave them alone for a long time. I hope this makes up for lost time! I will definitely work on updating this story quicker. Hope you all continue to read and again thanks to the reviewers! You guys are awesome.