A/N: Hello again. I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed my story. I wasn't sure if I would continue it, but I've decided I will. Most of Ch2Pt1 was originally written as part of the last chapter, but I thought ending on 'Are you sure' was a nice place to stop. For that reason, this chapter picks up where the other ended and it contains lots of fluff because its all Chuck and Blair and all about the wedding. I got a bit verbose at times, which I am going to try to limit in the future. I know its long, but please stick with me.
Chapter 2; part 1
Blair was currently somewhere over the Atlantic, on a flight between Charles De Gaulle and JFK. She couldn't wait to get back to New York. Tomorrow was Monday and she had classes to attend, but more importantly she wanted to see her husband. It had been eight days since she and Chuck said their 'I do's', and just over three days since she last saw him before going to Paris for Thanksgiving. Yes they spoke and texted frequently, but it still wasn't the same as being together. 'I guess I'll need to get used to the separation.' Blair thought, realizing that keeping their relationship a secret was going to result in blocks of time when they won't see each other. She had found it surprisingly easy to keep mum on the subject with her mother, father, Cyrus, and Roman, probably because they didn't know anything that happened in NYC during the past week. It didn't matter though, because she had no regrets about marrying Chuck. As she shut her eyes to try to get some sleep, her thoughts drifted back to just over a week ago and she couldn't help with huge smile that spread across her face.
Eight days earlier
Chuck sent Blair a text at 2am, stating that he had taken care of everything and that he would be picking her up at 6am tomorrow morning. She immediately phoned him to get the details, but all he told her was that she needed to bring her passport, birth certificate, and anything else she felt she might need. She begged and pleaded for some sort of hint about their destination and wedding, but he was a vault. When he decided that he had tortured her enough, he told her "Alright, I'll give you a hint. It's someplace warm, and there is likely to be a breeze. Are you happy now?"
"Not even close Bass, but I guess that's all I'm getting out of you tonight," bemoaned Blair. Then she decided to try to turn the tables on him. "I'll just have to use my powers of persuasion when I see you tomorrow. Now, I need to pack some of the essentials. You always liked that red and black corset, right?"
"Blair," he sighed, trying to hide his heavy breaths so she wouldn't know how turned on he was. "You look gorgeous in anything, and I especially love the way you look in red – you know that. Now stop tormenting me. Just thinking about you in that incredibly sexy number is going to give me a restless night, and I am going to need my rest before tomorrow night so that I can ravish you properly, if you know what I mean," Chuck said in a sultry voice.
"Chuck, you can sleep on the plane," she replied and then she had a thought. "Unless its only a short flight and there won't be any time to get some sleep. Is that the case?" She couldn't help by try one last time.
"Goodnight Blair. I'll see tomorrow morning at 6am." He knew she was going crazy and she could keep him on the line all night, so he gave her one last bit of information, "And don't worry, we should be able to get some sleep on the plane, the flight is about five hours long. I love you Waldorf-soon-to-be-Bass," and he hung up quickly before she reply. While he was enjoying having some fun with Blair, if he were being honest with himself, the main reason he didn't want to tell Blair too much about the wedding was he was afraid she would hate his plans and decide against eloping. They had come so far and he didn't want to lose her now. Not even 30 seconds after he had hung up with Blair, his phone chirped with a new text message. 'Can't wait until the am. I love you too, Bass. xoxo BCW-B' Chuck smiled at the message and soon fell asleep. For the first time in a long time, he was excited about waking up next day.
Both Chuck and Blair had fallen asleep even before the plane took off. Neither one of them had gotten much sleep the night before, so it wasn't surprising that they both nodded off as soon as they got comfortable in their spots on the couch. Chuck had his arm around Blair and he rested his head on top of hers, while she had her body leaning against his, her head in the crook of his neck, and her arm around his waist.
Once the plane had leveled off and the pilot announced they had reached their cruising altitude, Chuck woke up. He tried not to move too much so that he wouldn't wake Blair. He couldn't help but stare at her as she slept. 'God, she is beautiful,' he thought. She looked so peaceful and he wondered what she was dreaming about – was she dreaming about the future they were going to share like he had been? After half an hour of watching Blair slumber, Chuck decided it was time to let Blair in on some of the wedding details. It was her wedding too, and if she wanted to change anything they would need to let the people on the island know soon.
Chuck softly nudged Blair to wake her and spoke in a voice just above a whisper, "Blair, baby, you need to wake up. I want to talk to you about the wedding." He hoped that mentioning the wedding would do the trick. Sure enough, Blair quickly opened her eyes and perked right up.
"What do you need to tell me? You aren't backing out on me, are you?" she looked into his eyes, nervous that he was about to do exactly that.
"Never. You can't get rid of me that easily. I thought it was about time I told about the plans I made for the wedding. That way, if you want to make any changes or add some things we would still have time to. Okay?" he answered confidently, trying to mask the butterflies he felt. 'What if she hates it?' was all he could think.
"Finally! Let's see if this meets the Blair Waldorf seal of approval," she eagerly clapped her hands together as she bounced up and down in her seat. She was so excited to finally hear what Chuck had planned. While she was sure it would be different from anything she would have thought of, she was also sure it would still be perfect. Chuck understands class, and more importantly, he understands her. He always joked that he knew her better than anyone else, except it wasn't a joke – it was the truth.
'Here goes nothing,' Chuck thought as he started to give Blair the details. They are flying to Barbados, and as soon as they get there they need to get their marriage license. After that, they will make their way to the harbor, where they will board a chartered yacht and sail out to sea. The only other people on the yacht will be the captain and crew, including a chef and wait staff, as well as the photographer, all of whom had signed confidentiality agreements to keep the moment private and out of the press. They will be married at sunset, so the wedding will begin around 5pm and the captain will conduct the ceremony. This will also give them a few hours to get ready, because if everything goes as planned, they should be on the yacht by 2pm.
Chuck's concept for the ceremony was simple elegance. Therefore, he had arranged for Blair to carry a small bouquet of cascading white orchids, and he would have a similar orchid in his lapel. He will be wearing a classic tuxedo, with an ivory bowtie to match her dress. As for her dress, Chuck had 5 different dresses for her to chose from. "This way you can still chose your wedding dress, and since I won't know for sure which dress you are going to wear, we won't have any bad luck because I wouldn't have seen you in your dress before the ceremony," he added that last bit in there in hopes that she wouldn't be too crushed that she wasn't going to have a custom-made princess gown. "The dresses are in the office, if you want to check them out and try them on. I know, from that scrapbook of yours, that you always wanted a big, poufy, princess cut gown for you dream wedding, but I didn't think that would work very well on a yacht, so I hope that you will find these as acceptable alternatives. However, if you aren't happy with any of these, we can stop at a small boutique on the island which I am assured will have many more options or we can quickly phone a boutique on another island and have one shipped to Barbados for you. Oh, and I need to know if you want to do your own hair and make-up, or if we need to have the person I put on-call ready when the ship sets sail. So, what do you think?" he said as he finally turned to face her head on.
Blair was listening intently as Chuck described their nuptials, he had thought of everything. She was trying to envision what their wedding was going to be like. She was in awe of how absolutely beautiful and elegant it would to be. This may not have been her dream wedding, but then she realized that this sounded like something out of a movie, a fairytale come true, and it was happening to her! As Blair listened to Chuck more, she recognized that he was nervous. She started thinking about how quickly he had put together this amazing ceremony, and a thought occurred to her. Maybe this wasn't her dream wedding, but maybe it was Chuck's. This thought brought a smile to Blair's lips, because she was going to be able to give Chuck his dream and on top of that, she was going to get spend the rest of her life with this extraordinary man.
While Chuck loved to boast his money with grandeur, he was at the same time very guarded when it came to his personal feelings. There were few people who really knew Chuck, knew his true wants and desires, knew his true feelings, and she was one of them. The more she thought about it, this wedding fit Chuck perfectly. It was extremely private but still magnificent and expensive. It was also happening very fast, as if he were afraid she would change her mind, that she would reject him. He lived in fear of rejection after a lifetime with Bart, which is why he very rarely opened himself up to the possibility of it happening. In that way they are the same, she is constantly battling for people's approval. At this moment, all Blair wanted to do was to take Chuck in her arms, show him that she wasn't going anywhere, and protect his heart from ever being hurt again. She didn't even notice that tears were pouring down her cheeks until Chuck cupped her face with his hands and starting kissing her lips and cheeks.
"Blair, love, please don't cry. We can change anything about the wedding you want, I don't mind. Just please stop crying," Chuck pleaded with her, his eyes also glistening with the prospect of tears.
"No, Chuck, please. These are happy tears," she said with a bright smile so that Chuck would see this to be true. She saw him return a wide grin and she knew he believed her. "Don't change anything – its perfect. It sounds absolutely perfect. You are absolutely perfect. What did I ever do to deserve this, to deserve you?" She slowly caught her breath and wiped away the rest of the tears. He blushed at her words, but at the same time he began to relax, knowing everything was going to be fine.
As she regained her composure, Blair did have a few things she wanted to ask Chuck about, but she wanted to make sure she didn't come across as cruel. His plans were beautiful, but she needed a few clarifications. "Chuck, there are a few things that I want to ask you about."
"Okay," he said cautiously, a little nervous about what she was going to say.
"First, why orchids and not peonies?"
Chuck released a breath he didn't know he was holding. This one was easy for him. "I know peonies are your favorite flower, but in the past peonies haven't always worked well for me in gaining your love. I thought orchids would be a good choice because they are beautiful, simple. Also they represent love, luxury, beauty, and strength, all words that I could use to describe you, as well as our future. I hope you don't mind. Next question."
"I don't mind at all, those are very good reasons. My next question is about the dresses you brought for me."
"No, they are not Eleanor Waldorf originals," Chuck quickly cut in, hoping to inject some humor into the conversation and lighten the mood.
At this Blair couldn't help but laugh, "Good, because she would only complain that they didn't fit correctly. Actually, what I want to know is, are they simple silk or chiffon, or are they lace?"
"You have both to choose from. Is that a problem? Like I said, they are in the office so you can see for yourself. We can find you something different if you prefer."
"That's not it at all. I'm sure the dresses you brought will be perfect. I'm just not sure if orchids will go with certain patterns of lace."
This was one of Chuck's concerns too when he decided to go with orchids, he had a feeling that Blair would be particular about how the flowers matched the dress. "I understand exactly what you mean. Do you want to wait and see which dress you choose, or do you want to order another type of flower now just in case?"
"Why don't we order another bouquet now. What about classic red roses? They are simple, elegant, and they symbolize love," Blair replied.
"Sounds perfect. Consider it done," Chuck said happily and he kissed her eagerly on her lips. This was going much more smoothly than he anticipated. "Anything else or are you ready to refamiliarize ourselves with the mile high club?"
"Yes, one," she whispered as she pulled herself out of his kiss. "Well, two actually. You haven't said anything about our rings."
This was one thing that Chuck wanted to keep as a surprise for the ceremony. He had selected plain, simple, and classy, but by no means cheap, platinum bands for their wedding rings, and her band compliments her engagement ring perfectly. "Don't worry, they are taken care of. Now, no more talking." With that he kissed her again to keep her from talking anymore, and slowly laid her down on the couch.
Everything went according to plan. Once they landed in Barbados, the car was waiting to take them to the courthouse. However, before they got in the car, Chuck took Blair by the hand and he knelt down on one knee. Blair gasped when Chuck pulled out the small black box, covered her mouth with her other hand, and felt tears return to her eyes. "Blair, I know this isn't the dream setting – its not the top of the Empire State Building or the Eiffel Tower – but I want you to have this," and Chuck slowly opened the box to display the most beautiful, exquisite Harry Winston diamond ring. It was just as stunning as when she saw it in Paris. "I love you Blair and I want you to be my wife. Will you please marry me?" He looked up at her face, tears now streaming down her cheeks as she shook her head up and down. "Yes, of course I will marry you," and he slid the ring on her finger, it was the perfect fit.
Blair had narrowed her choices down to three: the white silk Carolina Herrera sheath dress, the ivory lace Monique Lhuillier sheath dress, or the Alberta Ferretti asymmetrical chiffon layered dress. She felt the latter two had a more romantic feel to them, and ultimately decided on the Alberta Ferretti dress. She probably never would have picked this to be her wedding dress, however today this felt like the right choice; simple, elegant, light, and a little playful, as well as romantic. Besides, it would look lovely with the white orchids Chuck had originally chosen for the ceremony. She wore her hair half-up, with curls cascading down her back, and made sure she had her something old (her grandmother's diamond and pearl drop earrings), something new (her engagement ring), something borrowed (a diamond tennis bracelet she took from her mother's room), something blue (her garter). As she stepped out onto the deck, she momentarily lost her breath as she saw Chuck standing there, in his classic black tuxedo and ivory bowtie, looking more handsome than she had ever seen him before. Chuck turned and was suddenly taken aback at the site of Blair in her wedding dress, because she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her look before. They made their way to each other and the ceremony began.
The wedding was even more picturesque that either of them could have imagined. They stood out in open on the deck of the yacht, with nothing but the ocean surrounding them and the setting sun in the distance. Tears flowed freely down both of their faces as they exchanged vows and professions of love, not a bit of hesitation in either of their voices. When they were pronounced husband and wife, both of them smiled so brightly and kissed each other with so much love that neither wanted the moment to end. After they dined on lobster, ate wedding cake, and danced in the moonlight, before retiring to the master bedroom to extend their perfect evening as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bass into the morning.
Another A/N: I am not sure where the story is going to go (I do have a career path for Blair though), but I am hoping to have a bit of snarky humor in the future chapters, revolving around Blair and Chuck sneaking around, how people will slowly find out, and maybe a scheme or two in there. I am open to people's suggestions. I want to keep it lighthearted and fun, as well as speed up the timeline. Thanks again for all the reviews, it helps me decide whether to write more or not.