For some reason, Chuck and Blair turned out to be quite sexual in this chapter. But I guess that they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other in the days leading up to their wedding. There's not too much of Alex in this chapter either but I will try to include him more in the next chapter. I think that what I came up with for Chuck's bachelor party was pretty realistic, but I'm worried that Blair's bachelorette party thing is too unrealistic. It's definitely something that Serena would plan, but maybe not something that Blair would like. I don't know, let me know what you think :)
It was the week before the wedding and Blair was really starting to feel the stress that came with planning a perfect high society wedding. She had either been meeting with or calling their wedding planner nearly every day for the last two weeks to organize any last minute wedding details. So far there hadn't been any major crises, but Blair was operating under the expectation that whatever could go wrong, would go wrong, and was therefore preparing herself for the worst. In addition, she had also taken on additional work at her job due to her recent promotion. Fortunately, she had been able to arrange to have two weeks off work on the condition that she completed all necessary work tasks. She was due to finish work in two days and therefore had to complete her work by that deadline. Then there was the added pressures of taking care of a young baby, who was demanding his mother's attention more than ever when she was at home. It seemed that the absence of Blair during the day was beginning to upset Alexander once more, which was making him a lot more clingy when she was around.
So to sum up, Blair had a lot on her plate at the moment. Chuck had offered to take over the wedding arrangements so she could get her work done, but she had refused his offer. Blair knew that she wouldn't be able to hand over the overseeing of the organisation of her wedding to anyone, even Chuck. She had to keep in contact with Rachel at all times to see how everything was going. Her husband-to-be had also volunteered to take on the majority of Alex's care in the last week, but this was limited since the baby often wanted his mother.
When Chuck found himself about to eat dinner alone with the baby for the third night in a row, he decided to track Blair down at her office and force her to take a break and slow down a little. He had gotten Alex ready, before heading to Blair's office, which had been like her second home for the last few weeks. When Chuck entered the office carrying his son, he found Blair sitting at her desk, on the phone to someone. There were piles of papers covering her desk regarding her job and the wedding. So many in fact, that you could barely see the desk anymore.
"No Rachel!" she exclaimed in frustration. "How many times do I have to tell you? I want cream napkins. Cream! Not biege, not white, cream!" Chuck cleared his throat, causing her to look up at him. But before he even had a chance to say anything, Blair yelled into the phone, "I don't care if they've already sent the biege napkins! They have a week to send those back and send some cream ones." And with that, she slammed the phone down. She took a deep breath, before looking up at Chuck and the baby with a tense smile, "What brings the two of you here?"
"Alex and I were worried about you," he responded.
"Ma!" the baby called out, reaching for his mother. Blair smiled as she took Alex from Chuck and placed a kiss on his chubby cheek. She had been taking a lot of pleasure in the fact that Alexander had started calling her 'Ma'. To Chuck's delight, the baby's first word had been 'Da' which he had said one night when his parents were putting him to bed. Blair hadn't been too happy about that fact and had insisted that Alex had only said 'Da' first because the word was easier to pronounce.
"A little stressed out, are we?" Chuck asked, raising one eyebrow.
She immediately shot him a glare and snapped, "Gee, you think?"
He winced, before pulling her in for a much needed hug. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question," he apologized, kissing her on the top of the head.
"Yes it was," Blair agreed as they pulled away from each other.
"We came to bring you home," he told her strongly. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. "You've been at the office for a good ten hours today."
"Because I have things to do," she replied in annoyance. "If I want to finish work in two days like I planned, I need to get all of my extra work done. It's a miracle that I was even able to take two weeks off, considering that I just got promoted."
Chuck nodded, "I know, but this is ridiculous. You're going to have a nervous breakdown if you continue to put yourself under all of this pressure."
"Well I don't have much of a choice, I'm afraid," Blair retorted. "Don't you want the perfect wedding?"
"I could care less about having the perfect wedding. Ending the day married to you would make it perfect for me," he confessed. She smiled. "What I really want is for my fiancee to slow down and not work herself to death."
She gave him a skeptical look, "That's a little over-dramatic Chuck, even for you."
He shrugged, "Call it what you want, but I'm concerned for your wellbeing at the moment." Blair just rolled her eyes as she ran her hand through Alex's dark, wavy hair. "Which is why as your future husband, I'm taking over all the last minute preparations for the wedding," he told her. She looked up at him in surprise.
"But I don't want you to," Blair protested. "We've already been over this."
"I don't care, I'm drawing the line here," Chuck responded. "I'm going to call Rachel and tell her that from now until the wedding, any call she makes regarding the wedding will be to me. And if she has to meet up with one of us to go over something, I'll go."
"But-" she started once more. However, she stopped herself and sighed. "Whatever, I'm too tired to argue," she shrugged. It was actually a relief to have something taken off her plate. Now she was free to focus on getting her work done and spending time with Alex. "Do what you want Bass. But if anything is anything less than perfect on our wedding day, I'm holding you personally responsible. Not the wedding planner, you."
"That's a risk that I'm willing to take if it guarantees your sanity," he remarked.
Blair gave him a small smile and asked, "How sane do you think I'll be when our wedding guests are using biege napkins instead of cream ones?"
"Does it really matter?" Chuck asked, not seeing the significance of the color of napkins.
She gave him an alarmed look and asked, "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Alright, alright," he relented, rolling his eyes. "I promise you, every little detail of our wedding will be perfect. The napkins will be cream-coloured and all will be right with the world."
"It better be," Blair warned him.
"Now, for my second duty as your husband-to-be," Chuck started with a smirk. "I'm taking you home right now. You're going to eat a proper meal, take a relaxing bubble bath and get a good night's sleep."
"You can't boss me around," she challenged him playfully. She had no real intention of objecting to what he was proposing, but it was still fun to argue with him.
He chuckled, "Oh I beg to differ. You're coming home with me, even if it means that I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here myself."
"But then who would carry Alexander?" Blair asked teasingly. "He's not steady enough on his feet to walk out of here on his own." Alex had been walking a little lately, but it was assisted. Either Chuck or Blair had to hold onto both of his hands in order for him to walk. However, he had managed to take a step or two on his own, but never made it any further than that without failing down.
Chuck thought for a moment, before replying, "I would call Arthur to come take Alex to the limo. Then, I would throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here myself."
"Now that, I would like to see," she chuckled.
He took his cellphone out and held it up, "Try me Waldorf, all it takes is one phone call."
Blair smiled, leaning in to give him a brief kiss. "That won't be necessary," she assured him, taking his hand. "When have I ever turned down a bubble bath?" He chuckled as they left the office, hand-in-hand.
"Feeling better?" Chuck asked as he entered the bathroom, where Blair was taking a bath. They had eaten dinner together once they had gotten home, before spending an hour or so playing with Alex. Chuck had then offered to put the baby to bed while Blair took a bath.
"Much," she nodded. "But I would feel even better if you were in here with me," she added with a sly smile. She kicked her leg and splashed water on him with a giggle.
He looked down to his now drenched pants and pretended to be shocked. "You ruined my pants," he stated, looking up at her with a playful glare.
"Oh no!" Blair fake-gasped. "I guess you're going to have to take them off."
"Do you always have an ulterior motive?" Chuck asked as he began to remove his clothes.
"When I'm trying to seduce you? Always," she replied with a smirk. Once he had removed all of his clothes, she scooted forward in the bath so he could sit behind her. As she relaxed in his arms, Blair asked, "Did Alex go to sleep okay?"
Chuck kissed her shoulder and responded, "He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow."
"Good," she murmered as he began to kiss her neck. "I wish we could stay in here forever," she sighed contently, before turning her head to kiss him.
"But then we'd miss our wedding," he responded, pulling away from her breathlessly. "And I don't think Child Services would approve of us neglecting our son in favour of a bubble bath."
Blair chuckled softly, "That's true." She ran her fingers across his jawline softly, "I just hate the amount of stress that comes with planning a wedding. Plus the added stress of my job is making it even more unbearable."
"Things will settle down after the wedding," Chuck assured her. "I can't wait for you to be my wife."
She smiled, "I can't wait for you to be my husband."
"I can't believe that we have to get through our bachelor and bachelorette parties and the rehearsal dinner before the actual wedding," he groaned.
"It will be over before we know it," Blair told him. "I don't know about you, but I only plan on getting married once so I want to enjoy it."
Chuck scoffed, "Who else would I possibly marry? And what would ever cause us to seperate in the first place? As we've learnt many times before, nothing can keep us apart for long. We're magnetic."
"That we are," she agreed. "No matter how hard I tried to fight it in the past, you always ended up drawing me back in."
"Lucky for me," he nodded, bringing her hand up to his mouth to kiss it. "I don't know what I would do without you."
She smiled, "Well you'll never have to find out because I'm not going anywhere." She kissed him passionately once more and as their kisses deepened, she knew that they were done talking for the night. Chuck intended to help Blair relieve the tension that had been building within her body for the last week or so, the best way that he knew how.
Five days later and two days before the wedding, Blair and Chuck were getting ready for their bachelor and bachelorette parties. "I'm going to miss you tonight," Blair stated as she straightened Chuck's tie.
He smirked as he pulled her closer, "I'm going to miss you." As he leant in to kiss her neck, he murmered, "Why did we agree to this again?"
She sighed contently, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. "To keep our friends happy," she responded breathlessly. She suddenly came to her senses and broke away from him. "Stop it Chuck, Amanda is in the next room," she reminded him, referring to their recently hired 'baby-sitter' who was in the nursery putting the baby to bed. Technically, the woman was a nanny that would be taking care of the baby whenever they had to attend a social event that was taking place in the evening. Dorota couldn't take care of him at night as she had her own daughter to look after. However, Blair refused to use the title 'nanny' as she had been against getting a nanny for Alex ever since she was pregnant.
"But Blair," Chuck whined, attempting to get close to her again.
She stopped him reluctantly, "Nate and Serena will be coming around to pick us up in ten minutes."
He smirked, "That's all we need."
"How romantic," Blair scoffed, giving him one last kiss before releasing him. She made her way over to her dresser to find a necklace to wear that night. "We'll have plenty of time to spend together later tonight," she promised, selecting a necklace from her jewellery box. She made her way back over to him and handed him the necklace, gesturing for him to put in on her. She turned her back to him, pushing her hair to the side.
"Stupid bachelor party," Chuck muttered as he eyed her exposed neck once more. The nape of Blair's neck had always been his weakness. She smiled slyly as he did up the necklace, knowing exactly what effect she had on him.
Blair turned back to him swiftly, before he could get to her neck again and said sweetly, "Thank you my love."
He rolled his eyes and replied in frustration, "I repeat, why did we agree to this?"
"Because you're Chuck Bass and you're therefore obliged to leave single life behind with one last scandalous event," she told him, resting her hands on his chest. "You have to go out with a bang." He raised one eyebrow suggestively. She cringed and admitted, "That was a bad choice of words."
Seeing the look on her face, Chuck asked, "You're not worried about tonight, are you?"
"Why would I be worried?"
"Well I doubt that any woman would be thrilled with the fact that their fiancee was having a bachelor party with an excessive amount of strippers-" he pointed out. He caught himself on the last word, realizing that he had said too much.
Blair looked alarmed, "How many is excessive?"
"I'm not too sure actually, Nate planned it," Chuck shrugged. He leant in to kiss her, as if to assure her that she had nothing to worry about regarding that night.
She scowled as she broke the kiss, "That doesn't make me feel any better."
"I love you Blair," he insisted. "You know that."
Blair took his hand with a smile, "I love you too. And for the record, I trust you."
Chuck returned the smile, "Thank you." He paused for a moment, before asking, "What about you? Should I be worried about whatever Serena has planned for you ladies tonight?"
"I couldn't tell you that if I wanted to," she shook her head gently. "She and Juliet are being very secretive about the whole thing."
He smirked, "So for all we know, they have an excessive amount of strippers planned for you as well."
Blair just shrugged, "Probably." She kissed him on the cheek, before making her way out of their bedroom with a smirk.
"I was kidding," he called after her worriedly.
"Where are we going Nathaniel?" Chuck asked in frustration. Serena and Nate had pulled up in front of the Empire in a limo a short while ago. He and Blair had then been blindfolded and Chuck had been put in his limo, while Blair had been put in the other limo that Nate and Serena had arrived in. Neither the bride or groom had any idea where they were going.
"If I told you, that would defeat the purpose of the blindfold," Nate reasoned with a chuckle.
He sighed. "You're not going to dump me in the middle of nowhere are you?" he asked in a slightly worried tone.
"Of course not," his friend assured him, patting him on the back. "We're not going to do that until we get you good and drunk."
"Serena, just tell me where we're going," Blair demanded for the tenth time since they had gotten into the limo.
"It's a surprise silly," she giggled.
"Ugh," she groaned, proceeding to take off her blindfold. However, her friend stopped her before she could remove it.
"B, don't ruin it," Serena responded. "Juliet and I have an amazing night planned. Trust me, you're going to love it."
The limo suddenly came to a stop and Blair remarked in confusion, "That was fast."
"We're not there yet," she replied. "We have to pick everyone up first."
"Everyone?" she repeated. She had expected Serena to throw her a huge party. She hadn't expected the entire guest list to fit inside a stretch limousine.
The door of the car opened and Blair heard a group of giggling women climb inside. She immediately recognised the voices of Juliet and a couple of friends from college, but she could tell there was more people in the car than that. "Hello sweetheart," a voice called, making Blair freeze.
"Mom?" she asked in surprise.
Eleanor began to giggle hysterically, which immediately alerted Blair to the fact that she had been drinking. "Did you really think that I would miss your bachelorette party?" her mother asked, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.
"Who else is here?" Blair inquired.
"Juliet, my Mom, Dorota, Jenny..." Serena began to list another half a dozen names.
"Hello Blair," Lily interjected with an excited wave. She had obviously been drinking a bit as well.
"This is so exciting!" Dorota exclaimed with a giggle.
Blair shook her head and asked, "Is everybody drunk but me?"
"We're not drunk Blair, we just had a glass of champagne...or three," Eleanor responded with another giggle.
Serena thrust a glass of champagne into her friend's hand and assured her, "Don't worry B. We'll make sure that you catch up." The blonde then turned to press the button that lowered the partition between the driver's seat and the back of the limo. "Take us to our first destination please Oliver!" she grinned.
"Right away Ms Van der Woodsen," the driver responded with a wink, before pulling away from the kerb.
"This is going to be a long night," Blair commented, taking a sip of her champagne.
As Nate lead him into the building that was hosting his bachelor party, Chuck heard loud music and the voices of a crowd of people. "Can I take this thing off now?" he asked, reaching for the blindfold.
"Sure," Nate nodded with a grin, as the crowd quietened down a little. "Everyone," he started, addressing the crowd. "The guest of honor, the Chuck Bass, has arrived!"
Chuck removed the blindfold to find himself in the middle of an enormous party at a very familiar venue. Everybody cheered, and Chuck could recognise many familiar faces in the crowd, as well as others that he wasn't so familiar with. "Victrola?" he called out to Nate over the roar of the crowd.
He pat him on the back with a nod, "I know, it's great isn't it? I figured since it was the first property that you convinced Bart to buy, it would be a good place to host your last night of freedom."
"I'm going to tell Blair that you said that," Chuck responded with a smirk. He knew how much she hated it whenever someone referred to the days leading up to the wedding as their last days of freedom. She thought that it made it sound like they were being imprisoned, rather than getting married.
Nate just chuckled, "Come on. Let's get you a drink."
A couple of hours later, Blair and her bachelorette party entourage were at their third destination of the night. Their first destination had been an upscale bar, followed by a not so classy male strip club. They had arrived at their current destination, a nightclub, almost an hour ago and everyone was having a pretty good time. Blair still couldn't believe that her mother, Lily and Dorota were at a club, but it had stopped feeling so weird after a couple of drinks.
At some point Blair realized that she should probably call home to see how Alex was doing, so she went out onto the sidewalk in front of the club for a more quiet environment to do so. Serena followed her, thinking that she was leaving for good. "B!" the blonde exclaimed as she caught up with her. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," she insisted. "I have to call Alex," she explained, waving her phone in the air. Blair was a little tipsy as she had had a few drinks that night. She didn't allow herself to get too drunk since whenever she did, she tended to do something embarrassing.
Serena giggled and responded, "Far be it from me to question your parenting choices, but if your 11-month-old baby has a cellphone already I'm a little concerned."
"No," Blair shook her head a little too enthusiastically, realizing that in her semi-drunken state, she had misspoken. "I have to call the baby-sitter!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed, collapsing in a fit of giggles once more. Once she had recovered, she added mischeviously, "Don't you mean the nanny?"
The brunette shot her a glare and retorted, "She's not a nanny!" She held her phone to her ear and waited for Amanda to answer.
"Whatever you say Blair," Serena sang, before beginning to play with Blair's dark brown curls.
She slapped Serena's hands away from her hair as she talked to Amanda and asked how the baby was. Once she had established that Alex was fine, she said goodbye to Amanda, and hung up the phone. "Alex is asleep," Blair stated.
"Good," she grinned, pulling her friend into a hug. "That means that Mommy can stay out!"
Blair pulled away from her friend with a smile and told her, "Go back inside S. I'll be there in a minute."
"Why?" Serena inquired in confusion.
"I just need some fresh air," she insisted.
Thankfully, Serena accepted her explanation. "Love you B!" she exclaimed.
"Love you too S," Blair giggled. She gave Blair another hug, before making her way back into the club. Blair stood there for a moment, watching the cars go by. There were so many things on her mind at that moment. She was thinking about Chuck, Alex and what the future held for the three of them. She scowled when she thought about the fact that Chuck was currently in close proximity to a number of half-naked strippers. What he was doing had been on her mind all night, as well as how she felt that she would much rather be at home with Chuck and Alex then out at a club getting drunk. They had been going out to clubs since they were 14 or 15 thanks to fake IDs and the fact that they could afford to pay off suspicious bouncers. Blair was past all of this and even though she had had a great time that night, she knew that the club scene just wasn't for her anymore. Not that she had been much into clubbing in the first place, it was more Serena's thing.
An empty cab pulling up just up the street suddenly caught Blair's eye and before she knew it, she was rushing to catch it. She opened the door and slipped inside the car, then leant over to tell the cab driver where she wanted to go. "Victrola please," she stated, before telling him what street it was on. She didn't know why she had the sudden urge to go to Victrola. She was feeling a little nostalgic for the night that she and Chuck had spent there together over seven years ago. So without a second thought about the bachelorette party she was leaving behind, off Blair went.
Across town, Chuck stood outside Victrola with a glass of scotch in hand. The party was still in full force, but he had needed to step outside for a minute to take a break. Since it was his bachelor party, everybody had wanted to have a drink with him or pay one of the strippers to give him a lap dance. As ridiculous as it sounded, all of that was getting exhausting. All the alcohol and women just didn't appeal to him that much anymore. Not when he had something much better at home- a family that loved him. Chuck looked to his watch and noted that it was almost midnight. He wondered if he had stayed long enough and if he could leave the party soon. He was looking forward to spending that time with Blair that she had promised him so he didn't want to be home too late. That was assuming of course that she came home fairly early as well. For all he knew, she was having the time of her life and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours.
A cab suddenly pulled up on the street in front of him. At first Chuck didn't really pay any attention to it, but when he saw who was about to step out of the car, it had his full attention. Blair stepped out onto the sidewalk, giving him a confused look. "Blair?" he started as he approached her.
"Bass!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck, almost making him drop his glass. He immediately realized that she had been drinking. She wasn't too drunk, but she definitely wasn't sober. "What are you doing here?" Blair asked as she pulled away from him with a grin. "Did you have the sudden urge to come here too?"
Chuck handed his glass to the security guard, who looked extremely annoyed, before leading Blair away from him. He stopped a few feet away and responded, "Actually, this is where the party is being held."
"Oh," she responded, her face falling in disappointment.
He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. He knew that the romantic in her probably thought that they had both showed up at Victrola because they were so connected that they knew what the other was thinking. "Sorry to disappoint you beautiful," he said.
Blair shook her head and insisted, "I'm not disappointed. It just would've been romantic, that's all."
"Well the fact that you managed to track me down without knowing where i was is pretty romantic," Chuck pointed out.
Her eyes widened in excitement and she exclaimed a little too loudly, "It is romantic!" Blair covered her mouth in embarrassment, suddenly realizing how loud she was being, which made Chuck laugh. She stepped closer to him and whispered, "I think I've had a little bit too much to drink."
"I can see that," he smirked. He looked away from his bride-to-be for a moment and made eye-contact with Arthur, who was standing by the limo just up the street. He gestured for him to bring the limo to the front of the club, before looking back to Blair with a smile, "So I was thinking about ditching the party to go home with my beautiful fiancee. What do you think?"
Blair smirked when she realized what he was implying. She ran her hand down the lapel of his suit and responded, "I think that it's been a while since your limo has gotten any attention from us. It's bound to be feeling a little neglected by now."
"The poor thing," Chuck agreed, looking her up and down suggestively. The limo pulled up in front of them and Arthur got out to open the door for them. "After you," he said, gesturing for her to get in the car.
"Why thank you, kind sir," she giggled as she slipped inside the limo. He chuckled as he got in after her, she had definitely been drinking if those words had come out of her mouth.
He was surprised to find that Blair managed to pull off his jacket and undo half of the buttons on his shirt before they had even left the kerb. "Maybe you're not as drunk as I thought," he remarked as he leant into kiss her.
She pulled away breathlessly after a moment and replied, "For future reference; if I'm too drunk to unbutton your shirt, then you should probably worry about taking advantage."
"Good to know," Chuck responded, before leaning in to kiss her again. Before he knew it, his shirt was off and discarded on the floor of the now moving car and Blair was working on his pants. As his hands searched for the zipper on her dress, he thought about how much better this was than any bachelor party. The whole concept was completely overrated. Whoever the guy was that thought of it was obviously not lucky enough to be marrying Blair Waldorf.
