AN: Ok it's super short, but super sweet, almost too sweet for my tastes, but when I start a story I kinda just let it write it's self, and this is the direction it took. Hope you like...

Chapter 14

Blair rested her head idly upon Chuck's shoulder as they watched the sun rise from the Van Der Woodsen vacation home's library window. The two had lost all track of time while they stayed awake talking, and were surprised to see the sun peak up from out of the ocean, signaling the beginning of a new day.

She savored the image of the dramatic reds and oranges reflecting into the room, and noticed that the vibrant colors shined onto Chuck's face, and gave him a softer appearance. Lighting always seemed to have such an interesting effect on his angular bone structure. A dark room lit by candles could cast him as a demon, but the gentle light of the moon could portray him as an angel. It was all a matter of lighting and angles, and Blair was able to see past the illusions to find the real him. Not a demon, not an angel, but a boy, the same boy she had met at his mothers gravesite all those years ago.

She felt proud that she was able to get him to open up to her, after all he was notoriously stubborn. She wondered why he chose her of all people to showcase his hidden sensitive side, and after much analyzation she came to the conclusion that it was because she must have been the first person who showed him genuine care, in stark contrast to the Vanessas in his life who only used him for his money, or the Georginas who only used him for sex. He had always had the capacity for love, but was never shown how.

Blair let out a yawn, realizing just how tired she was, after all, the events of the previous day had been somewhat dramatic: stopping a wedding, and escaping to the Van Der Woodsen home proved to be no easy task. "Darling," she said, as she placed her hand over his. "I think it's time we go to bed."

"Alright," he replied while mirroring her yawn, and with that Blair lead Chuck into his bedroom, where they fell fast asleep, intertwined in each other's arms.

Blair's slumber was deep and peaceful, the best she had in a while, but unfortunately it was cut short when she was awaken by the sounds of shouts coming from the kitchen.

"Why must you always be so difficult," she heard Georgina scream.

"Because you make things difficult by being self-centered and malicious," Dan yelled.

Blair rolled her eyes at the thought of those two fighting again, something neither of them seemed to be able to stop doing. If it wasn't one thing it was another. She desperately wanted to stay in bed with Chuck and get some more sleep, but she decided she had to stop their argument before it came to physical blows.

"What's the meaning of all this?" Blair cried as she entered the kitchen.

"Why don't you read the newspaper to find out?" Dan laid the daily paper out for Blair to see. The front page displayed a picture of the Middle Colligate Church, well what was left of it anyway, badly burned to the ground. Above the picture it read: Disaster Detours Bass Wedding Day. Below, an article went into detail about the missing groom, and the fire, citing a warrant for Georgina's arrest. The crime was for arson.

"You see, if she doesn't turn herself in immediately, and they find her here I could be in serious trouble for helping an arsonist escape the scene, we all could." Dan exclaimed with a worried tone.

"Oh Humphrey, there is no need for you to get upset, how will the police ever find me here? And if they do, my father can buy my way out of trouble."

"I don't know about this, your little stunt is front page news," Dan cried in near hysterics.

"What is wrong with you two, I'm trying to sleep, and all I can hear are your unpleasantly shrill voices," Chuck growled groggily as he made his way into the kitchen.

Blair moved quickly to his side to show him the paper.

"I knew there would be repercussions," Chuck stated as he hastily scanned the page.

"Chuck, tell Dan he should stop his incessant worrying. I'll be fine, we all will, I've gotten out of far worse scrapes than this," Georgina said.

"It's true," Chuck responded calmly. "You could always plead insanity, it has worked before."

Blair and Dan shared a quick glance of unease.

"What I'm more worried about is this interview they've done with Vanessa on page eight," Chuck said, flipping his way through the newspaper. "I wonder what she has to say about the whole ordeal. I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's not too good."

"Give me that," Blair screeched, grabbing the paper out of Chuck's hand. She nervously fumbled open the page with the interview, concerned that Vanessa would tell everyone about her involvement in the whole mess.

Sure enough Vanessa was quoted laying the blame on her: "Georgina Sparks may have started the fire, but I know for a fact that she was in cahoots with Blair Waldorf, who isn't as innocent as most people like to think. Her and my fiancé were involved in a torrid affair. I begged her to end it for the sake of Chuck's and my child, but she showed up to the wedding anyway, and in a jealous rage vowed to destroy our marriage. Blair was the one who ran off with Chuck, although I wouldn't be surprised if it was a kidnapping.

"Why…why, that horrid…disgusting," Blair was to angry to finish her sentence knowing she could never show her face on the Upper East Side again now that Vanessa had all but demolished her reputation.

Although Blair was seething with fury she forced herself to finish the interview in which Vanessa did her best to cast herself as a victim, claiming that Blair had seduced her fiancé, and that she desperately needed Chuck back to help her raise their child. The interviewer made it a point to mention the fact that Vanessa was crying, but also said that Blair wouldn't be held responsible for anything as of now for there was no further evidence to her participation in the fire, or the disappearance of Chuck. Even though the interviewer stated she wasn't responsible, Vanessa's words were enough to ruin Blair for life.

Chuck read the paper over Blair's shoulder, and attempted to comfort her when he saw her distress.

"We can't let her get away with this," Blair cried.

"I'm afraid there's not much we can do," Chuck stated. "But don't worry about it, you and I both know who's in the right."

Blair remembered her fathers advice, if you live your life by what others say… well, just don't. I don't want you to end up like me, forced to hide away from the world. Her father was right, and Chuck was right, and she wasn't about to let Vanessa's slanderous interview keep her in hiding.

"So what can we do?" Blair asked.

"Well, we can invite the press out here, tell them the truth, and whoever believes us will believe us, and whoever doesn't, then that's there problem. Then, we can throw the wedding of the century for everyone to see that I love you, and that's all that matters."

Every concern Blair had was swept away the moment Chuck confessed his love for her, and she smiled brightly, causing her entire face to light up and emit an ethereal glow. "Chuck Bass, are you asking me to marry you?" she laughed.

"I guess I am." Chuck smirked.

"You guess?" Blair questioned raising one eyebrow.

"OK, I know I am. Blair Waldorf will you marry me?"

"Of course," Blair whispered in response, while cupping his face tenderly.

"Ugh, the sight of you two makes me sick," Georgina stated while rolling her eyes. "Chuck Bass, a romantic. Who knew?"

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AN: See what I meant about being almost too sweet. Up next: a wedding. Will it turn out to be Blair's dream day, or will disaster strike again? As always your reviews are appreciated. Much love.

P.S. I started a new story called "Under the Stars of Paris." It's another historical fiction, but a whole lot different. Let's just say circumstances force Blair into an interesting occupation. If you like this story you might want to give it a read.