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Chapter one; Wedding Day(ze)
I really hope you like this one! Sorry I haven't worked on my other ones in months, but I just got some serious writer's block. I'll try to work on them soon! R&R please!
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Blair saw Chuck's eyes, and they were slightly red, like he'd been crying, but his wide smile told her they had been tears of joy. She had a smile to match as she met him at the altar, and her father relinquished her arm to her husband-to-be. Their eyes met, and the rest of the world just disappeared.
"Miss Blair, Miss Blair, wake up, it time to get ready for wedding" Dorota said as she shook her softly. At the mention of the word wedding, she thought maybe her sweet dream hadn't been interrupted after all, but then Dorota had to go and open her mouth again.
"Miss Serena not happy, she say dress not look right, and vail too short." Dream over. It wasn't Blair's wedding day, it was Serena's. Serena and Nate's.
Blair sat bolt upright, and removed her sleep mask.
"Yesterday she said the vail was too long, she's just freaking out" she said as she swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up.
"Yes, but now she crying too" Dorota said. Blair rolled her eyes. Knowing Serena, they weren't small tears of joy, the kind you see in romantic movies, they were huge, blubbering wails, of despair. The Serena Van der Woodsen she knew (and usually loved), would want every little thing to be perfect, and one little thing being out of place, would cause an emotional breakdown.
"Call back and tell her I'll be there in half an hour" Blair sighed as she walked to the bathroom. It was going to be a long day.
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"Blair, thank god you're here" Lily said when Blair stepped out of the elevator. Blair smiled politely, and Lily immediately grabbed her by the arm, and started to pull her up the stairs. "She's been asking for you all morning, and she is a mess, we've tried everything" she said as they reached the landing.
"Well, now I'm here, and order will be restored" Blair said. They finally reached Serena's bedroom, where Serena herself was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying, flanked on either side by Jenny and Vanessa. Blair walked over to her.
"B! It's awful, they screwed up, again, nothing's right!" Serena wailed. Blair's calm, serene expression led everyone to believe she was going to try to comfort the bride, as they had done. Blair, however, was not going to try to comfort her, well, not in the traditional manner, since it obviously wasn't working.
"Serena! Snap out of it!" she snapped. Everyone looked shocked, but Serena had stooped crying. "You are about to get married to Nate Archibald, and he still loves you regardless of the fact that you killed a man, and you almost sabotaged his cousin in the election. So, I'm pretty sure he'll still love you if your vail is supposedly too short, which, it isn't by the way" Blair continued. Serena was now smiling, just a little. "We are the Non-Judging Breakfast Club, and Nate is a member, and I assure you, you could show up in a garbage bag, and he would still love you, and marry you, and that's all that matters, so quit your blubbering, and let's get ready to get you married!" Blair fiished. Everyone in the room held their breath. Serena blinked once, twice, and then smiled a huge, wide smile, and laughed. Everyone gave a huge sigh of relief.
"You're right, I'm being ridiculous" Serena said. She shook her head, and stood up. Blair rubbed her arm in a comforting manner.
"Yes you are" she said. She turned to Lily, "We're going to need a bottle of Dom" she said. Lily nodded, and went to fetch the champagne.
"Blair, alcohol? Now?" Serena said incredulously.
"Not only is it tradition, it's going to help prevent any future breakdowns" Blair replied. "Now, I see bridesmaids without dresses on, one of them being myself, we've got six hours to be perfectly ready, and get to the Botanic Gardens" she said, turning to face Jenny and Vanessa. They both nodded, and went to get their dresses on. Lily returned with a bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon, and two flutes. Blair took them gratefully, and poured she and serena a glass. Serena gingerly sipped hers, while Blair downed hers in one shot. She wondered how Chuck and Nate were doing...
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Chuck paced across his suite at the Empire. Nate was perched on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands.
"Man, I'm getting MARR-IED" he said incredulously. "I'm getting married to Serena Van der Woodsen, and you're the one pacing? Something is seriously fucked up here" he went on. Chuck stopped pacing, and turned to face Nate.
"Yes, you're getting married, that means it's pretty much a done deal, all you have to do is say 'I do', but I'm proposing to Blair Waldorf, The ride has just begun for me" He said. Nate laughed a little.
"Chuck, what's the worst thing that could happen?" he said.
"Oh, I don't know, she could say no" Chuck sneered. Nate was really laughing now.
"Say no? Man, it's Blair, she's been wanting you to propose to her since you got together, how could you not know that?" he asked. Chuck was confused.
"That's unusually observant of you Nathaniel" he said.
"Nah, Serena told me" Nate replied. Chuck rolled his eyes. Of course. He sat down next to Nate.
"Alright, fine, she probably won't say no, but I'm still freaking out" he said. He reached for the decanter of scotch on the coffee table, and poured himself a glass. Nate followed suit.
"Whatever man, at least you don't have vows to write" he said. Chuck stopped, mid gulp, and looked at Nate in disbelief,
"You're not done yet?" he said. Nate shrugged.
"Try haven't even started yet" he said, "But I'll get them done" he insisted. Chuck rolled his eyes, again, and poured his glass of scotch down his throat, the amber-gold liquid leaving a burning sensation.
"Mhm" he mumbled. He put his hand in his pocket, and felt the little black velvet box. That box- or rather it's contents- was enough to make him want to throw up.
'Damn, look at what she's done to me' he thought as he poured himself some more scotch. Normally, Chuck Bass wouldn't be caught dead with a diamond ring in his pocket, but Blair Waldorf was always the exception, to all of his egotistical rules. Every single one.
