A/N: It was a really hard decision to more or less start this story over from scratch, especially since I got such a great response from my latest chapter and was really excited about my closing chapter. The fact of the matter is that the premise of this story is to show hidden moments of Chuck & Blair's actual wedding day and night. In my opinion (and I'm sure many others), their special day would have been relatively calm following the police arrest. The drama and betrayal I cooked up in chaps 5 & 6 is prob one of the most unlikely things that would have developed. Furthermore, this fic was meant to just be hidden moments, not develop a plot, which it definitely did in chap 5. So, I'm starting over. I will be keeping the first 3 or so chaps the same and be adding a new first chap pre-proposal that some readers were urging me to write after the fact. I'll keep things fluffy, and once the morning after has concluded, I will post the remaining chapters of what I was started to close up: chapters 4, 5, 6 (and maybe 7) of the more dramatic storyline as a sort of 'alternative ending.' Hope you all enjoy! Prob what I'm most going to miss is all your gorgeous reviews you guys gave me that I no longer have! *sniffles* Hopefully some of you will be generous & still review all these chaps again. ;)

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

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Part 1

The closed-confines of the trunk loomed over him, over both of them. He was glad neither of them had a tendency for being claustrophobic, because that would definitely prove to be hazardous in this scenario.

He would have to thank Blair for her genius in getting Georgina to assist them. She deserved more than thanks though. She was his rock. Up on the roof, in that most crucial moment, she had stood by him, been with him, gotten him to retreat before they lingered for too long. He owed everything to her.

He felt guilty, but not what he should feel guilty over. He felt guilty that he didn't feel guilty. He was relieved that his father was dead.

His only concern now was keeping himself and Blair safe, away from the police until they could concoct some sort of plan that would get them out of this mess. He knew, after his last attempt to get his father turned in, he would be the police's first suspect in Bart's sudden death.

Blair was still, but he knew she wasn't sleeping. Her hand was still clutching his shirt, and even as he held her to him, she wasn't soothed. He knew she was trying to control her trembling and that telling her everything was alright wouldn't help at all. What helped was that he was here, with her, holding her. Unlike all those times in the past, he wouldn't abandon her because he thought she'd be safer without him.

Instead he held her tighter.

The sound of the lock on the trunk unlocking made Blair's eyes flash wide open and they both turned their heads to see what was happening. Blair's fingers turned white with how fiercely she was grabbing onto him.

"Mr. Bass," the man addressed, not surprised. "We're about two hours north of the city. There's a hotel up the road. Would you like me to stop there?"

Slowly, Chuck sat up, careful to not hit his head as he looked around him. They were surrounded by rolling hills and an almost rural landscape. Houses were few and far between; trees were everywhere. He thought he even saw an orchard up ahead.

"Yes," he said, scooting to the edge of the trunk and lifting himself out. He turned back to Blair and held out a hand. "C'mon," he said gently. Very cautiously she took his hand and came out into the fresh air.

The driver went around them and held the backseat door open for them, closing it after they'd gotten inside. Then he returned to the trunk and closed it. They were back on the road in under a minute.

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Because he knew they needed their discretion at this vital time, Chuck's driver went into the hotel himself and booked a room under a different name. Then he returned to the car and handed them the keys.

"We're pretty far out. I don't think anyone will recognize you, but there are two side entrances on either side of the building if you want to avoid going in the front door."

Chuck got out of the car and shook his hand.

"Thank-you, Arthur. I owe you." He turned back and helped Blair out of the car, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close as she laid her head on his shoulder. She nodded a little in her own thanks even if it was through a nuzzle into Chuck's shirt.

"I won't tell a soul," he said, smiling briefly at the young couple and getting back into the car.

"You'll stay awhile?" Chuck asked, not knowing if they'd need quick transportation should someone locate them.

"I'll be here as long as you need me."

Chuck smiled in thanks. "Thank-you," he said, and turned Blair down along the side of the hotel and entering near the fire escape.

She was standing numbly by herself in the middle of the room where he'd left her to quick check the hallway for any wanderers and to retrieve some ice.

When Chuck returned, he closed the door behind him and went to her. He ran his hands up and down her arms to calm the chills.

"You okay?" he asked gently. She did not meet his gaze. "Blair."

She didn't look at him but she wrapped her arms around his waist in the inside of his jacket and pressed her face tightly against his chest. He held her close and kissed the side of her face.

"It's okay," he whispered soothingly.

She said nothing. Now her eyes were wide open but she saw nothing but blank space. Her eyes were beginning to blur.

Chuck peeled his jacket off and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Then he slipped out of his shoes and slowly pulled away from her. Her shoulders were so slumped it hurt him. He moved around her, brushed her hair over her shoulder and unzipped her dress so she was only in her slip.

"C'mon," he whispered, guiding her to the bed. "Let's get some sleep."

She was still a little tense, even as she lie there on the comfortable bed. Then he laid down beside her and draped his arm over her from behind. He brought himself closer to her, spreading his body heat over her. When she felt his breath against her neck and the warmth of his hand over her body, she began to relax.

"Covers," she murmured.

Blindly, Chuck reached for the blankets and pulled them over their tired bodies. Sleep was not immediate but it came before the sun rose and it pleased Chuck that even if it was a restless night for him, Blair slept for several hours straight without stirring. It was his only comfort.

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A/N: Now I know this maybe doesn't make sense with the fluffy theme of this story, but it's a hidden moment and it was requested while I was in the midst of the story, so just bare with me. Reviews would be lovely.