This episode takes place post season 5, pre baby Ariel. Some Christmas time magic :D
"Oh my goodness!" Blair cried, as she hurried into the warmth of the apartment. "It's so cold outside." Her cheeks were flushed a bright red from the windy outside air and she shivered inside her heavy overcoat and wool scarf. She paused, looking around the room. "Chuck?" she called. She heard some movement and then,
"In here!" Chuck called back. She followed the voice into the living room and stopped short in her tracks. In front of her was a large Christmas tree with pretty white lights speckled throughout the branches. Hanging over the fireplace were two stockings. A fire glowed bright inside the fireplace, warming the room to a cozy temperature. And then her eyes fell on the best item in the room. Chuck stood next to the fireplace, a nervous smile gracing his face. In his hand was a little velvet box.
"Chuck," she breathed. "What…" He cut her off, crossing the room swiftly until he was standing right before her. He kissed her lips briefly, pulling away to search her dark brown eyes.
"Blair," he began. His voice was low and husky and intimate. She loved the sound. "I love you."
"I lo.." she tried, but he put his fingers against her lips to silence her. Closing his eyes for a moment, he breathed deeply, and reopened his eyes. Her beautiful face peered up at him and he continued.
"I love you," he said again. "And we've been through so much together. You've made me into a person I never thought I could possibly be. A better person. Someone who can love openly and freely and," he paused, "someone who can be loved." He traced his fingers across her face, barely touching the soft skin. "Blair, I want nothing more than to be a family with you. I want to make a family with you and never be apart." He kneeled down then, and opened the small box with a shaking hand. "Blair, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He looked up at her, a small smile on his face, his eyes full of hope and love. Love for this beautiful, courageous, strong, willful woman. Blair threw her arms around him then, crashing her lips against his.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes a million times," she cried, kissing him again, this time more slowly. He stood up, twirling her around in his arms and laughed. A huge smile plastered to both of their faces, Chuck slid the diamond onto her finger.
"I love you. So much," he whispered.
"I love you," she breathed back. And then their bodies were entangled, arms wrapped around each other, her hands in his hair, his hands on her face. She kissed him over and over and over, their open mouths fused together.
"I've been wanting this for a long time," she revealed, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
"Me too," he said back. He smiled. "I was just waiting for the perfect time, and I know you love the holidays. Always have."
"Oh Chuck," she whispered, flinging herself against him once again. They kissed for a while, lips parted, tongues invading each other's mouths.
"Before we continue," Chuck said suddenly, "I want to do one more thing." Blair pouted. He laughed. "You'll love it. I promise," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before turning around and picking up a big cardboard box. He placed the box at her feet and bent down to retrieve some items carefully wrapped in tissue paper.
"I asked Eleanor for these," he said, unwrapping the objects. Blair gasped.
"Chuck!" She breathed. "I can't believe you have these!" She gently picked up a delicate Christmas tree ornament. It was a popsicle stick picture frame, decorated with colorful pipe cleaners, glitter and markers. Inside the frame was a picture of a young Blair, probably around 5 years old, with her mom and dad at the ice skating rink in Central Park.
"As I said before, I know how much the holidays mean to you," he picked up more of the ornaments. "I wanted you to have all your holiday memories on our Christmas tree."
"Oh Chuck," she breathed again. "This is amazing. Thank you," she kissed him sweetly on the mouth. Together they put all the old holiday decorations and ornaments on the tree, filling the sparkling tree with colors and memories. She turned to him then, "Now, I think we should make some new memories." She smiled. "Though, I suppose a proposal under the tree is a new memory in itself." She laughed and he smiled at her happiness.
"Shall we add one more memory to our tree?" he murmured into her ear.
"Yes," she breathed back. And they made love beside the tree.