Abstinence Act

Serena got the impression that today; New York was especially busy and big, with people walking faster than usual, talking louder. The snow was already a big pile of mush, lying pathetically every few feet. They walked past the smelly horses, the Plaza Hotel, and onto 5th Ave. "So," Serena began, making sure not to step too enthusiastically. She didn't want slush on her True Religion Becky jeans. "When's the date going to be?" She swung her leaf green water snake satchel in nervousness. She wasn't sure if Blair was still mad.

"Well, Martha Stewart's wedding guide said that if any wedding worth going to had to be in preparation for at least half a year." At that, Serena rolled her eyes internally, not wishing to hurt her friend's feelings. Serena's wedding was threw together in two months, rented a space in Brooklyn Park, and had the reception at Ici's, with biodynamic wine. "But, I don't want to hire a wedding planner. Everything I do is perfect anyway, so might as well spend the money on a new set of diamond earrings." Blair sighed. "I was thinking an Oscar de la Renta wedding gown. Ugh, wearing my mother's wedding dress just feels…wrong. It's like I'll be cursed with the same ending. Divorced a gay man, and then remarried to Danny DeVito's doppelgänger." Blair scoffed.

"Ok, then traditional, modern?" Serena asked. She remembered her wedding. Only a guest list of seventy, although the press and cameramen made it seem like more. Her halter dress was an off white color, made by Jenny. It was backless, with elbow length gloves and a lovely big bouquet in her hands. She knew Blair's answer before she spoke.

"I want a long white train trailing behind me and a veil. Big, poufy skirt. It will be sleeveless, and will be held at the biggest ballroom downstairs," Which probably meant where Chuck and Blair lived, the Pierre Hotel. "It's going to be the best night of my life!" Blair rambled on, and Serena smiled, happy that Blair didn't pay attention to Serena. Was Chuck really ready, or pressured? After all, Blair could be forceful if she wanted to be. "…so we'll need the florist, a calligraphist, a baker, orchestra, wedding favors, oh, S., it's going to be so fun!" Blair squealed, disturbing a fellow passenger by.

Serena perfected her act with a squeal of her own. "I know, B. Well, there has to be a colored theme for the reception. I'm thinking green, very springlike…"

Two hours later and a paper full of ideas, they decided that the budget simply did not matter, and the color scheme should be green. They had discovered a wonderful bridesmaid dress at Vera Wang's wedding boutique, an apple green, v-neck cocktail dress that had a grosgrain ribbon tie at the waist, and a ruffled hem. Blair decided to have four bridesmaids, two of them from high school, and two of them from college.

"Thanks, S., for being supportive." Blair sighed, resting her mane of brown hair on Serena's shoulder. "I would've been overwhelmed by planning a wedding all by myself. Not like I couldn't do it, though." Blair raised her head, steel strong and confident again.

Serena smiled exasperatedly. "You're welcome, your highness." Serena threw an arm up in the air, and two taxis stopped in front of her-figures, she's generally lucky. "Thanks. Pierre Hotel, please." They drove into the sunset-well, not really, they were stuck in traffic for a while-but it sounds easier and romantic that way, just like the girls' lives were. Just as long Eve doesn't go into a tantrum and throws salsa sauce everywhere.

Blair hugged Serena tightly before letting go. "Will you come for me tomorrow?" She said, trying to restrain the whining. "I know, being near a bride to be can be very…tiresome. But, I hold it against you that I was there for you when you were rambling on about Maine lobster and mascarpone tiramisu." Blair reasoned.

Serena ruffled her hair, pretending to think. "Um…sorry. I have to intend Eve's dress rehearsal. I told you, she's playing Alice in the class play."

Blair nodded, and waved goodbye. Turning the key to her-their suite-, she was greeted with a glass of veuve cliquot. "You're back. I made lamb."Chuck whispered hoarsely towards her. Blair raised her eyebrows skeptically. "You, cooking? I can barely bake cookie dough. When did you learn to bake?" Blair inquired, taking the glass from him.

Chuck smirked. "Sexist. Oh, you know, a bit from my mother-she was Italian, did I tell you that? And…various nannies along the way…"Chuck's voice trailed off mysteriously as he leaned in for a kiss. Blair shoved the glass his way, and took off her trench coat. "Uhuh. Ok, lover boy, let's make a deal." Chuck leered, but was unsurprised. Everything was a deal with them. "I intend to restrain from…that until my wedding night. It's more romantic, don't you think?" Blair hung it up, and slid close the sliding mirror.

Chuck looked incredulous. "It's not like you're a virgin, Blair. What's the point?"

Blair rolled her eyes. Men. "The point is, is that if we waited so long to get married, why can't we do the same thing with…you know?"

Chuck sighed gruffly, but wasn't about to lose. "Fine. But…" he looked seductively at her, and handed the cup of wine to her.

"But what, Chuck?" Blair started, already hungry and slightly annoyed.

"What if…what if you want to…you know." Chuck finished, gesturing towards the couch, whether to indicate the word sex, or offering her to sit down. Probably the first choice was more likely. That is the Chuck thing to do.

"Well, I won't. Now, let me tell you about the bridesmaid dresses. They are absolutely gorgeous!" Blair winded on to another play by play of how Serena and her went wedding shopping.

Chuck sat down comfortably, for he was going to be listening-or at least pretending to-for another hour. He was glad Blair was happy. He remembered something that he said to Blair before, at a time where they never thought possible to even be holding hands. 'I'd rather I'll wait.' Well, he knew Blair only struck that deal to make things less girly and more interesting. At least she thought of someone else, like her fiancé, perhaps. And he would think of her too. If holding back was what she wanted-for now-then he would wait along with her. Even if she did eat her cake slowly.

N/A~ Not my best. Don't blame me. I was stuck.