Three. Blair.
Blair felt her phone go off in her pocket and knew it was Chuck. She was sitting in the spare bedroom, and having already been fitted for her hideous dress (which in typical Blair Waldorf styling she had made look good, only just, but she had done it nonetheless) she was watching the awkward social scene being played out before her with bemusement. It was the final fitting before the van der Humphrey wedding in two days time, and Blair had known or a long time that it was going to be a disaster. What she hadn't known was that Chuck would ask her to be his official date; she wondered if that meant that they were official now or not, they'd been being Chuck and Blair for a few months now, but becoming "Chuck and Blair?" That was a scary thought, it was exhilarating one though.
She checked her cell phone. It was Chuck. Somehow she always knew when he texted her. Her phone seemed to vibrate a little louder, and her heart skipped a little, it was the sort of intuition that told her she was in love. As if she needed telling!
The text read "B there soon." Typical Chuck, no "I love you," no "I miss you," not even a kiss. There would be time enough for that later.
She leant across to Lily, who was perched on the edge of the bed with Rufus, watching Serena willing the ground to swallow her up with a joyfully oblivious tear in her eye.
"Chucks almost here." She said, and Lily started back to her, "Oh good! I want him to try on his suit one last time, the stylist seemed to know Chuck and she figured out something special for him. She said it was right up his street."
A black suit with sparkling lilac piping with matching sparkling lilac bow tie hanging on the door caught Blair's eye. She smiled. It was so Chuck, she felt like she was looking at a little bit of him. She got up to take a closer look, but bumped into Dan who was standing, stiff and awkward just by the door after all the initial greetings. He hadn't even taken his coat off.
"Cabbage patch." She said.
Dan glared at her wordlessly, and Blair almost took a step back. Since when did Dan Humphrey glare? And since when did he not talk?
The strength of his glower had been incredible. Blair was lost for words, her mood had taken a nose dive and she felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
Dan raised an eyebrow as she opened and closed her mouth helplessly. She was outraged. She pulled herself together.
"Learned to pout your way through Yale Humphrey?"
"Learned to pout your way in yet?"
Shit. Dan Humphrey was humiliating her, granted, no-one else was listening, but she was still mortified, and hurt. She would never have thought that Dan would say something malicious like that, it was safe to say he'd hit a nerve. Blair was amazed to feel tears springing to her eyes, she muttered an "excuse me" and pushed her way out of the room.
Breathing deeply and looking skywards to hold the tears back, she couldn't help but remember the last time that she had seen him.
No! She mustn't think of it, bad enough for her to have been friends with him, but to sleep with him? Just after he and Serena had finally called it quits? Blair hadn't believed she could sink quite so low, and she had vowed to never speak of it again. It seemed that he had done the same. If he even remembered.
She turned as she heard the bing of the elevator. Chuck came out, holding a bouquet of lilacs for Lily. She was so proud of him; he was coping so well with the entire situation. Blinking back her tears, she rushed across to him. He stopped, she looked up to him, pacing her hand on the velvet of his jacket and he knotted his hands on the small of her back.
The kissed, quietly, subtly. In the beginning, things had always been loud, passionate and impossible to ignore, their love for each other, while still avid, could exist without tearing them apart now. They were happy. Wordlessly they broke apart, and, smiling to each other they went to see Chucks suit together.