It was a bright Saturday afternoon in the vineyards of France. There was a light breeze blowing across the grounds of the Châteaux, causing the edges of a large white gazebo to dance ever so slightly.

Seated under the cover of the tent were several rows of New York and Paris' most prominent members of society, all dressed in their finest outfits. Somewhere near the front sat three young New Yorkers. The only girl of the group, a bright eyed blonde, tugged at the bow tie of one of the boys as the other boy flicked though a order of service in his hands.

"For goodness sake Nate are you physically incapable of tying a tie?" Serena resorted to completely re-doing the bow around Nate's neck.

"Relax Serena; Nate knows what he's doing with his oh so casual attempt at tying his tie. Though he should know that the ruffled 'just got out of bed with a beautiful woman' look is ever so slightly out dated."

Nate glared at Chuck over Serena's fussing. The other boy just smirked and turned back to the sheet in his hand.

"It says here that the Grooms have chosen to write their own vows."

"Well they are allowed to do that Chuck, there's no need to say it with such disgust." Serena finished with Nate's tie and shifted round to face her step-brother. "Besides you should be praising everything Harold does if you want to impress him, you do kind of need his blessing."

"I'm Chuck Bass; I don't require the blessing of my girlfriend's middle aged father."

"Sometimes it's quite obvious how new you are to the whole relationship thing." Nate laughed, shaking his head at the arrogant look on his best friend's face.

Chuck scowled as the light notes of a slightly adapted wedding march started up. Serena squealed as a pretty brunette took to the aisle.

Blair Waldorf begun down the aisle, dressed in an Eleanor Waldorf original. The dress was designed just for Blair on her father's wedding day.

She smiled at certain people as she walked between the two rows of seats. As she got closer to the front she noticed her three best friends sat to the right. Out of the corner of the eye Blair watched Chuck's face as he stared at her. Next to Chuck Serena and Nate giggled at the reaction Chuck gave.

"Chuck, it's impolite to stare. Shut your mouth and try to breathe again."

"We realise it's a shock to see Blair walking down an aisle but you don't need to panic. This isn't your wedding day and she is only a bridesmaid."

Chuck turned to glare at his friends as Roman and Harold reached the makeshift altar and the civil ceremony began.

A short while later the formal ceremony was over and Harold Waldorf found himself inviting all his guests to move to the edge of the lake where several tables and a dancefloor had been set up.

Blair took this moment to grab the last chair available at the other three friends table.

"I thought you guys should be aware that were it not for my powers of persuasion and ability to throw a decent tantrum, I would be stood here in front of you wearing a meringue."

"I'm sure you'd look hot in anything Waldorf, or nothing for that matter." Chuck passed a bread roll to Serena as he glanced at his girlfriend.

"How romantic Bass. I'll remember that comment when I want to tell my grandchildren all the nice compliments my male friends have given me over the years."

Serena snorted at her friends comment as she began to spoon soup into her mouth. Nate raised his eyebrow slightly, knowing all too well how a well placed comment regarding any sort of future tending to make Chuck run in the other direction.

"Friends? Plural Blair, really?"

"You know what I mean Bass."

"Could it possibly be an attempt made by your most beautiful self to hide any thoughts you may have had about our future?"

"I…er…"

"Could you pass the butter Chuck?" Nate hurriedly asked, trying to avoid any heart break on Blair's part and help Chuck avoid the subject all together.

"Blair you have to get your dad's caterer to tell my mom's caterer how this soup is made, it's perfect."

"Of course, and then I'll tell my friend to tell you how much I like your friend."

Nate paused for a second, with his spoon halfway to his mouth, trying to understand what Blair had just said. He glanced at Chuck for an answer, only to be met with an equally confused stare.

"Don't worry boys, one day you may understand the world of girls. Even if you do still struggle to comprehend the actions of elementary school children."

"And on that day the world will end because no man could ever understand the complex and confusing world of women."

Serena nodded in agreement with Chuck as he motioned to a server handling drinks. Nate shrugged in his ever so non committal manner causing Blair to ball up her napkin and throw it at his head.

"Whoa Blair! What's with the projectile tableware?"

"For never committing to an opinion."

"That's the most stupid reason I've ever heard."

"You have the most stupid man bangs I've ever seen!"

Serena stopped her nodding war with Chuck and stared at the other pair. Chuck downed the glass of scotch the server had just handed him before propping his head on his hands and watching them argue about the most stupid things they'd seen, heard or thought about each other.

After three minutes of arguing they finally stopped, each huffing in despair and turning back to their food. Serena silently praised the lord and grinned at Chuck across the table. He smiled back, glancing sideways at Blair who had moved on to the first course that had appeared at some point during their argument. The two step siblings shared a look that had been shared between nearly every combination of the four over the years.

By the time everyone had finished the huge meal Harold and Roman had provided, dusk had begun to settle over the lawns of the vineyard. The band started up as the newly committed couple took to the dancefloor for their first dance.

The romance and tradition of the moment was written all over Blair's face. She may have rebelled against this relationship for the past two years but nothing could change the fact that she loved weddings and seeing her father happy.

Chuck watched her silently, taking in her smile and the way her eyes lit up as the music drew more people onto the dancefloor. Without a second thought he stood up and proffered his hand to Blair. She glanced at it and then glanced at his face. Within a split second Blair and Chuck had taken to the dancefloor. Serena and Nate watched them go.

"I'm beginning to sense a recurring theme with weddings and those two dancing the first dance together."

"Looking forward to the future hey S?" Nate asked with a laugh. She smiled back and held out her hand.

"Wanna dance Archibald? For old times sake and all that jazz."

They followed the lead of the dark haired duo and headed onto the dancefloor.

Whilst everyone around them danced relatively slowly to the song, Nate spun Serena round and they started a bizarre mix between a tango and a waltz.

Blair watched them over Chuck's shoulder, giving an involuntary snort of laughter when Nate dipped Serena under the confused glances of Eleanor and Cyrus. Chuck spun Blair round to look at what she found so amusing. He joined in Blair's laughter before copying Nate's suave dance moves.

If there's one thing the non-judging breakfast club was good at, it was tearing up the dancefloor at a wedding. From Lily Van Der Woodsen's many extravagant affairs to all those society weddings they attended as little children in party dresses and stiff bow ties.

Because traditions were always fun to carry on.