Tell me whom you sleeping with and I I will tell whom you dreaming of.

Chapter 1. Morning after the wedding.

Happiness is in not willing to change anything in favourite beings.

André Maurois

Blaire woke up with a smile on her lips. She didn't remember anything she had dreamt of, but her dream was so warm and cosy, that she didn't want to open her eyes. And then she recollected all that was yesterday, and the smile became even wider. Yesterday was Bart's wedding, and Chuck's speech. Chuck... Blair finally opened her eyes

He lay on his stomach near to her with his left hand on her waist and right hand under a pillow. Soft golden morning light playingon his cheek made her smile again - Chuck looked absolutely harmless, not evil at all and exactly not that pervert whom he made an impression of for everyone.

Actually, she didn't care at all about what the others thought of him. Is he evil? Definitely. Is he a pervert? Yes, he is. Is he an irresistible bastard? By all means. But even if she could, she wouldn't change any single thing in him. Why? Because she felt special when he said she is beautiful when he looked at her like at nobody else, when he kissed her not because he wanted something more, but because he simply liked to kiss her.

His hand slightly moved on her stomach, slipped further and now it embraced her for a waist. Blair turned to him and smiled.

-Good morning, Chuck.

-Good morning, Blair.

Chuck moved closer to her with a smile, gripping her slightly, and tucked his nose in the croock of her neck.

She laughed - his breath tickled her.

-Hey! It tickles me!

-Nothing I can do – it's convenient for me.

-You're so selfish!

He kissed her behind the ear.

- Don't you tell me you don't like it.

-Did my words mean censure?

- No, but I couldn't help it to say that! Talking to you without arguing seems abnormal to me.

- I definitely like to wake up with you, Bass, - Blair said, putting her forehead on his chest.

- I definitely like to fall asleep with you, Waldorf, - Chuck answered, kissing her on the top of her head, closing his eyes and enjoying the heat of summer morning and hands that embraced him.

And they fell asleep again.