Because we all wish she hadn't actually gotten married to Louis…

Xoxoxo

"I love him, I love him, I love him," Blair mumbled under her breath. She paced back and forth across the small room, clenching and unclenching her fists repeatedly. She gulped the air as she stopped in front of the mirror. This was all wrong. Yes, the dress was beautiful, but there was no way she was wearing this thing anymore. How could she walk down that aisle towards anybody other than Chuck?

"Gahhh," she cried out in frustration. She loved Chuck. More and more every day. She needed him. She needed his soothing hands, his calming presence, his reassuring smile, his loving embraces and kisses.

Suddenly, the white gown felt too tight. She felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs as if the fabric was actively tightening around her chest.

"No, no, no," she yelled out, increasing her volume as she frantically grabbed at the back of her dress. She couldn't reach the clasp however and tears began to pour from her eyes, her makeup falling in deep streaks across her cheeks.

"Crap!" she said, rubbing the dark makeup marks furiously. And the tears still poured relentlessly down her face as sobs escaped her lips.

"Blair," she heard someone say from the doorway. She looked up, terrified that someone had caught her breakdown. Through her hazy, tear filled eyes, Blair saw him. He stood straight in the doorframe, gazing hesitantly at the crumbing beauty before him.

"Chuck." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but the air wouldn't pass through, and soon she was gasping for breath. She was in his embrace the next moment, his arms tightening around her frame, pulling her close.

"shhh," he murmured. "I can't let you do this Blair," he said. Her shaking body suddenly stilled and she pulled away, anger radiating off of her face.

"Let me?" She frowned. "Who do you think you are?" she yelled. "Let me?" She backed away from him. "In case you haven't noticed, but I've been doing just fine without you!" she spat.

"You call this fine?" he tossed back. "Look at yourself Blair. You can barely keep it together!"

"I don't need you."

"What happened to the Blair Waldorf I used to know?" Chuck asked, looking directly into her watery eyes. "The independent woman who always had something powerful or witty to say?" He swallowed. "You're entering into a loveless marriage because you think it's the right thing to do. I can't let you throw away everything you've worked for."

They stood facing each other in absolute silence. The only sound was of their heavy breathing. And then…

"I love you Blair. Why isn't that enough anymore?" He looked helpless. And Blair's heart ached. And then she was in arms for the second time. This time, she flung her arms around him and buried her face into the side of his neck. She placed a tentative kiss on the exposed skin there, and pulled back ever so slightly.

"It is enough, Chuck." She paused. "I'm scared." She sniffled. He cupped her face in his hands and placed the lightest of kisses on her lips. A sob escaped her lips and more tears began to fall from her eyes.

"Stop," he whispered. "Please Blair. Don't cry. I.." he didn't get to finish his sentence. Blair's lips fused with his. Her beautiful pink lips parted slightly, and then closed around his own lips. Their mouths danced together.

"Get it off," she whispered. He looked confused for a moment, and then he understood her request. He grasped the delicate material of her dress in his hands, unclasping the material and pulling the fabric off her body. She stepped away from the lace and glanced up at him. He smiled.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Wanna get out of here?" She nodded. He grabbed her coat, placing the warm jacket around her figure. Their hands reached for each other, and Chuck pulled her close.

"I love you Chuck," she said. "Always have, always will."

"I hope to make you Blair Bass one day," he replied. And she smiled. The first real smile all day.

"I can't wait to be your wife," she said.