Author's Note: This is my first fan fic so sorry if it's not that good. I always wondered what it would be like if Blair was in love with Chuck longer than Nate. Some of the story is from the episode Victor/Victrola. PLEASE review!!!

It's here. It's finally here. The day I've waited for my entire life. In just a few hours I will become Mrs. Charles Bass. I have to admit, there where plenty of times that I thought it would never happen. But then there were times that I was positive, moments of pure bliss. I remember all of the drama our relationship had caused. It all started on that fall afternoon during freshman year…

"Will you go out with me?" Nate asked me hesitantly as we stood outside our schools. As I started to answer, Chuck piped in. He always had to ruin things. I had been waiting since Kindergarten for this day and now Chuck was going to ruin it for me. Great.

"What? You can't be serious. You can't go out with him."

"Why not?" I asked as I looked into the eyes of Nate's best friend.

"Because you're going out with me obviously," he said arrogantly.

"Oh, really? And why would I do that?"

"Because…I'm Chuck Bass. And because I want you more than he does." This revelation had shocked me, I must admit. Even at that early age Chuck had been a womanizer of some kind

"Excuse me?" I asked, "Did I just hear what I think I heard? Do you…like me or something?"

"Define 'like'," Chuck stated as he looked down at his black leather shoes.

"Okay well… I guess I'll see you around. But I really would like an answer soon if you don't mind," Nate said as he started to walk away. I reached out and took his hand, forcing him to face me.

"Nate," I started as I tried to give my most tantalizing look by looking up at him through my long eyelashes, "I would love to go out with you. How's Friday night?" I could feel Chuck's stare burning a hole into my back. I kinda felt a tad bit guilty. What I had just done was really mean but come on, there was no way that I could have a realrelationship with him. The guy changed women at least as often as he changed his underwear. He had already slept with half of the class and I was definitely not going to be the next freshman crossed off his "To Do" list. Besides, I was ecstatic that I finally had a date with my lifelong crush. Who cares if it was with Cuck's best friend?

As I walked into my room to start getting ready, I replayed freshman year, the year that I was convinced I would marry Nate. We had broken up so many different times. Looking back on it now I realize that there had always been one constant when my life was turning upside down. That constant was Chuck. He was always a sturdy shoulder for me to cry on. Even when Nate and I were together and Nate wasn't there for me, Chuck would be. I can't believe I hadn't seen it sooner…

"That's it Nate," I said as I stormed out of his townhouse, "I'm done. This time I mean it. I'm really done this time. It's over," I said as I started to climb into the black Lincoln towncar parked outside.

"Blair, please don't. I lo-love you. Really, I do," Nate pleaded. The look in his eyes almost made me take back what I had said. No, I couldn't go back to him again. Not this time. He had cheated on me four times now and this was the final straw. I would expect something like that from Chuck, but not Nate. Not my Natey.

"I love you, too Nate.I'm sorry, but that's still just not enough to fix things this time." As the towncar drove away, I saw Nate's lost and hurt face watch as I drove away and out of his life.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Victrola," I answered definitely. I needed to escape and the burlesque club that Chuck had convinced his father, Bart, to invest in was the perfect place for me to do that.