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A/N—So, this has been apparently sitting on my laptop for about two months now and I found it when going through my documents. I'm not too sure why I never posted it before this, but it was probably because I don't think this is one of my better chapters for this. Anyways, sorry for the delay in posting, hope you all enjoy it.

Wedding

I.

Even at six years old, Blair Waldorf absolutely loved weddings. She loved the dresses, the flowers, the food, the music, everything about them. She had dressed up as a bride for Halloween that year, of course, in a custom made Halloween costume (she wouldn't have had it any other way). She dreamed of the day that she would actually get married.

She knew that it was quite a few years off though, so until that time, she had to deal with playing make believe. She had started with her stuffed animals, though they were all quickly married off to one another and it wasn't logical to keep marrying them to new people. That was when she had the most brilliant idea of her young life.

She was going to stage her own wedding.

Little girls did this all the time. Weddings were something that they all were incredibly fond of; they always wanted to marry their Prince Charming. Fake weddings were not an uncommon thing, little girls dressed in their mothers clothes, flowers from a vase on the table in their hands.

But for Blair Waldorf, it was different. Nothing was ever simple. No, because she was not going to be outdone. It had to be the best and if she was going to have a fake wedding, she was going to have the best fake wedding any six year old could possibly have.

She spent weeks planning everything. She carried her little notebook everywhere with her, writing down something when she decided what she wanted to do. Every night, as he told her a story, she showed the list to her father, who laugh, kiss her nose, and then tell her he would do whatever she wanted.

Blair had everything that she wanted—a pretty dress to wear, friends coming to play, flowers to hold, and snacks for after the 'wedding'. Invitations had even been sent out, much to Blair's delight. When she wanted something to happen, it happened just as she wanted.

It was the day before her fake wedding that she was reviewing her notes during recess. She was sitting on a chair near the sandbox (she never actually went in it, despite her teacher's protests that she needed to play—after the fifth temper tantrum, they had let her be). She looked up from her notes to see Nate playing very closely with Serena. She frowned at seeing this; Nate was supposed to be marrying her tomorrow. After all, everyone knew that they were perfect for one another. Everyone, except it seemed, Serena.

"Nate!" she exclaimed, standing abruptly from her chair. Nate peered up from the sand that he had been playing in, obviously annoyed at Blair's interruption.

"What?"

"Are you still going to marry me tomorrow?" She knew that the answer was yes, because obviously they had agreed on it weeks ago. She just wanted to make sure that he hadn't forgotten. He had his forgetful moments quite often but it was part of it that she was certain she would grow to love.

Serena, Nate, and Chuck all let out a sigh. They had been hearing of nothing other than her 'wedding' for weeks. It was annoying them all to no end; they had gotten used to her antics since they had all become such close friends, but it was still a little much for the six year olds to handle. None of them really cared much for weddings; they didn't have the desire about them that Blair had.

Blair ignored their sighs and she stared at Nate for a minute. "Natie…." She smiled at him, stepping into the sandbox, though making sure that she wasn't getting any sand on her shoes or tights. "You still are gonna?"

He stared at her, as if he was thinking hard about the answer. Serena poked him hard on his side after it had been a few minutes of him just staring. "Ow!"

"He can't, Blair," Serena supplied for him. "I got to fake marry him at Mary Ann's house last week."

Blair frowned. She knew that she should have gone to Mary Ann's house; her parents had been too busy to take her though and after throwing a fit about being unable to go, her parents had told her that she wasn't allowed to go even with Dorota.

There was a moment of silence between the four six year olds. Blair shook her curls, trying to do something to distract them from noticing that she was close to tears. She had no one to marry; there was no chance of the fake wedding happening now. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. Serena always got what she wanted.

"I'll do it," Chuck said quietly from his spot on the edge of the sandbox. He stood up, smoothing out his pants, brushing off invisible sand.

Blair had to fight to keep the disgusted look of her face. Chuck Bass was the last person she would marry, let alone fake marry. He pulled her hair, stole her headbands when he had the chance, and teased her all the time.

"Yea, that's a good idea!" Serena exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

"No!" Blair's face twisted into a horrified expression and she felt like she was going to cry. She stamped her foot. "I want to marry Nate!"

"Come on, Blair, it's not for real," Serena said with an eye roll. "Just marry Chuck. Then when we play House we can be married!"

Blair glared at her golden haired friend. She hated Serena a little for always getting what she wanted (and what Blair wanted). It wasn't fair.

She peered at Chuck, who was giving her a smirk. With a small noise of disgust, she nodded her head. "Fine!" She stomped off after that making sure that she kicked sand in Serena's lap. It didn't even matter that there were traces of sand on her shoes; Serena totally deserved it.

The next day, Blair anxiously got ready. Dorota helped her with her hair and then into her beautiful pink dress (she had decided that white was far too boring and she wasn't actually getting married, so it didn't make a difference). She smiled widely at her reflection in the mirror.

"Miss Blair you so beautiful!" Dorota exclaimed, wiping a tear away that had fallen down her cheek.

Blair rolled her eyes. "I'm not really getting married, Dorota! Go make sure that everything is okay."

She couldn't imagine what the maid was going to be like when she really was married. She had a few years until that happened, so she knew that Dorota would have time to prepare herself.

Blair stood in front of the mirror still, admiring herself. She was spinning around, looking at the way that her skirt went out when there was a knock at the door and she turned to see who it was. Chuck was standing there, wearing a suit, pink bowtie in place.

"You look…pretty," he said, after thinking for a few minutes.

"I know." She turned again, looking at the back of her dress. It was perfect. Her fake wedding was perfect. She couldn't wait to really get married; it was going to be so much better.

Of course, then she was going to be marrying Nate and not Chuck. She wouldn't be in a pink dress but a white one. And everything would be just as perfect as it had been before.

Chuck walked over to her and held out his arm for her, smirk on his face. She smiled at him, the first genuine smile she had probably ever given him.

They walked down the stairs, walking towards all their classmates. Harold was taking picture of the two a smile on his face as Chuck and Blair walked down the makeshift aisle.

The ceremony went without a hitch—until, of course, when she had to kiss Chuck. He looked at her nervously and she did the same. It wasn't a real fake wedding if they didn't kiss though. So, the six year olds forgot everything for a minute and shared a brief kiss on the lips—Blair's first, not that she would ever let anyone know.

It was her first wedding, a fake wedding, but it was a wedding she always remembered. The picture of her and Chuck that her father had taken sat on her dresser for years. It wasn't until her relationship with Nate had gotten really serious that she moved it from its spot. She kept it though and it was only when she found it, years later, that she knew it was always meant to be.

II.

"So, Waldorf, do you want to dance?"

Blair turned her head in disgust to look at Chuck. "No way, Bass."

"Oh come on, I promise to keep my hands in appropriate places this time," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm waiting for Nate to come dance with me," she replied, scooting away from him with an annoyed and disgusted look on her face. She craned her neck around the crowd of dancing guests, trying to find her boyfriend. She had just seen him a short while ago; she didn't know where he had gone to.

Chuck watched as she looked around for Nate. He took a sip of his drink, trying to decide what to do. He had seen what had just happened between Nate and Serena. He wasn't about to mention it to Blair, in fear of what she would do to him for bringing the news. No, this was something that was best to be left alone for the time being.

"Nate's probably busy charming some important friends of his grandfathers," Chuck replied. He took the glass out of her hand and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the dance floor. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind you dancing with me."

"He might not mind, but I certainly do," Blair told him, resisting the urge to stomp on his foot. "Watch where you put your hands, Bass!"

She glared as he smirked, slowly moving his hand back up to the small of her back. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes, looking around for Nate once more, obviously trying to get away from Chuck. He wasn't going to let her go this easily; plus, if she went looking for Nate, it might turn this night into hell on earth for everyone.

"I think I'm going to go find Nate. You can go find some other poor, unsuspecting girl to dance with."

Before she had a chance to escape his grasp, he pulled her back into him. "Not so fast, Waldorf. I wasn't finished dancing with you."

She sighed. She should have known that she wasn't going to be able to escape Chuck's clutches now that he had her.

"Do you remember our fake wedding?" he asked her after a few minutes of silence.

She let out a short laugh. "The one I spent weeks planning when I was six?" She remembered it very clearly. She often thought of that day, that it had been almost perfect. She was surprised Chuck had even given it any thought. He wasn't usually one to be nostalgic about things. It was a different side of him; one that she hadn't even known existed. It was kind of nice to see that it did exist.

He nodded his head with a smirk on his face. "If I'm your husband, Blair, then, maybe we should go find a room."

There was the Chuck that she knew. She made a noise of disgust and backed away from him. She no longer wanted to be at this wedding. Nate had barely talked to her; he had been off getting drunk. Serena had disappeared from sight a while back and she was stuck with Chuck. She just wanted to find Nate and have him take her home.

Her wish came true as she saw Nate break through the crowd. She smiled as he glanced around the dancing couples. He spotted Blair, though, much to her disappointment, he didn't seem too excited to see her.

"Hey, have you seen Serena?" he questioned, looking around the room wildly. His clothes were rumpled and his overall appearance was disheveled.

Blair's face fell, then contorted with rage. "Nate, I want to go home now. Who cares where Serena is? She probably found someone to go home with. We'll worry about her tomorrow. Just take me home."

Nate opened his mouth to protest but then remembered who he was talking to. He nodded his head slowly. "Yea. Okay. Bye Chuck."

Without another glance at Chuck, Blair led Nate away from everyone else. Chuck just shook his head; weddings and the aftermath was always interesting and he knew that this time around, it was going to be no different.

III.

Chuck tapped his foot impatiently, looking around the room for Blair. He had been looking for her for the past hour and she was nowhere to be found. She was damn good at hiding, whether that was the point or not.

Today, they were celebrating her mother and Cyrus's fifth wedding anniversary. Blair had had a large hand in planning the celebration in the past two months. Blair had put up with Eleanor's antics just to help plan (she claimed it was because her mother would have never gotten off her back if she hadn't, but Chuck knew there was far more to it than that).

Of course, she had been freaking out all afternoon about if the anniversary was going to go off without a hitch. That was when they had argued about something as simple as the suit that Chuck was going to wear (he wanted to wear the purple one, but the blue matched her dress) and it had ended in her leaving early, taking his car to the party.

Now, his patience was wearing for her to get over their little spat. Usually, they had made up (in various ways) by this time. Today though, Blair seemed insistent upon continuing the fight with him.

Finally, he spotted her across the room, talking quietly with Serena. He smiled at her, downing the rest of his drink. He started towards her, intending to end this fight.

Blair caught Chuck's eye across the room and saw that he was coming towards her. She let out a small gasp and turned back to Serena, who just rolled her eyes at her best friend.

"B, you have to talk to him. It's just a stupid little fight; I can't believe you're making this big of a deal out of it."

"I'm sick and tired of letting it that Basshole win every fight that we have," Blair muttered, sipping her champagne. She wasn't about to tell her friend the real reason that she was angry with Chuck; she didn't want her friend to think that she was being ridiculous.

"Blair, you're being ridiculous." Well, she apparently thought that without knowing the real reason. She glared at Serena for even thinking that.

"I am not!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. She craned her neck to see that Chuck was coming closer. "Hide me!" She pulled Serena in front of her, much to the taller girl's protests.

"It's a fight over a tie!" Serena exclaimed, though she complied to Blair's wishes as Chuck reached them.

He frowned as he looked at Serena. "Where did Blair go?"

Serena sighed with a small roll of her eyes. "I don't know. Blair where did you go?" She felt a small pinch on the small of her back. "Ow!"

Chuck leaned around Serena, grabbing Blair's hand, and pulling her from behind Serena, much to her loud protests. She glared at the blonde as she stood up straight, dusting off her dress.

"S, I thought you were trying to help me," Blair muttered.

"It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, B. I am not going to help you."

"You just helped Chuck," Blair pointed out. Serena made a look of disgust, causing Chuck to sigh and Blair to grin. "See, I knew you would regret it."

"Whatever, I'm going to find Nate," Serena replied, walking away from the unhappy couple.

Blair turned to face Chuck. "What do you want?"

He didn't reply, couldn't give her time to reply or she would just have more of a chance to run away. He grabbed her hand once again, pulling her through the crowd, up the stairs to her old bedroom. It was a familiar place for the two during parties at Eleanor's, often times sneaking up there to get some alone time. Today, he wasn't so sure if the results were always going to be the same.

"What is wrong with you, Waldorf?" he questioned as soon as he had closed the door behind them. She just sighed and sat down on the bed, avoiding his gaze. "If this is about the tie, then…."

"It's not about the tie, Chuck," she replied, rolling her eyes at him. "I can't believe that you're stupid enough to think that I haven't talked to you all night over a tie."

Even after the years that they had been in a relationship, he still wasn't the greatest at it. He still made his mistakes and this, he knew, was going under Blair's list of mistakes that he had made. He couldn't understand what he had missed.

"What is about then? I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm not enjoying it." He loosened his tie. She was stressing him out even more than he was when he had come home from work. He ran his hands through his hair as he sat down next to her.

As he sat down next to her on the bed, something seemed to click in her mind. Turning to look at Chuck, she gasped, then wrapped her arms around him. He looked at her in surprise at her sudden change in emotions. He had yet to catch up with the changing emotions of Blair Waldorf, but he knew he would someday.

"Chuck, I'm sorry," she muttered, kissing him gently. "I forgot, I don't know how I could, but I forgot. I just got so wrapped up in everything and I'm sorry…."

He immediately knew what she had remembered and tensed. He didn't talk about it, they never did. It was just a matter of knowing and remembering. She had not failed to remember yet, but this year, with everything happening, she had forgotten.

She kissed him again, pulling his tie (the matching one because he always wanted to please her). She smiled at him and he gave her a small smile back.

"I'm sorry, Chuck, about tonight." She didn't often apologize, figuring that her way was the right way to go about everything. It was a rare occurrence but Chuck always had to laugh when she did. The pained expression that sometimes accompanied it always made him laugh.

"Its fine, Blair. You were busy and stressed about this party, which, turned out wonderfully."

She smiled at him. "Thanks."

He wanted to question her about why she had acted like she had, if it wasn't about the tie. He wanted to know why so that he wouldn't do it again because with his luck, he would probably end up doing the same thing in a few weeks.

"It was silly," she muttered, bringing herself closer to him.

He would bring it up later, much later, when she had all but forgotten about how silly it was. Then she would tell him and they would probably laugh about it. For now, he was going to let it go and put her room to good use.

IV.

"Come back to bed," Blair called out as she slipped Chuck's shirt on, slowly buttoning the buttons. She had woken up minutes before to his empty side of the bed. She was unhappy with the loss of the warmth that his body provided.

She didn't hear a response from him, so she went to seek him. She saw Chuck standing, sorting through the mail. They had arrived home from a weeklong vacation the evening before and had yet to be able to check on everything. Chuck had apparently thought that four o'clock in the morning was an excellent time to look at their mail.

"Chuck?"

He jumped a little, then turned around and smiled at her. "Blair, go back to bed."

"It's too cold without you," she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Come back with me."

"Maybe you should wear more clothes to bed, them," Chuck told her with a smirk on his face.

She rolled her eyes at him and was about to reply when she saw something in the pile of mail in his hands. It was at the bottom as if he was trying to hide it from her. "What is that?"

He looked down at, a panicked expression in his eyes. "This? Oh, it's nothing. Just some mail. Come on let's go back to bed. We have an early morning…remind me again why you scheduled your appointment for the day after our return?"

"Give it to me," she demanded, ignoring him.

He shook his head. "No, it's not important."

She grabbed it out of his hands, tearing the envelope open. Her eyes widened and then she turned to face him with a stony glare. "Chuck…did you realize what this is?"

"No. Of course not…."

She didn't believe him for a second. She threw down the envelope and stormed back into the bedroom. Chuck had no choice but to follow her to argue with her, as he knew that was what was going to happen.

"I cannot believe it…little Jenny Humphrey is getting married and I'm not even freaking engaged Chuck!" she exclaimed, pacing around the room.

He was hoping, more than anything, that she wasn't going to throw anything at his head. It had happened before, especially now. "Blair…."

"Don't you 'Blair' me! You are such a…a…if it wasn't four in the morning and I wasn't so mad I would be able to think of an intelligent word!"

He tried to think of something to reply but then a pillow came flying towards it. He ducked away from it, thankful that she was only throwing pillows at the minute.

She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms unhappily. "Chuck…we've been dating for almost 8 years. I'm pregnant and you can't even get the guts to propose to me!"

He didn't know what to say to her. He had this discussion with her before, when she had moved in with him two years ago. He had never expected to find Blair—before her, he fully believed that he was going to live his life as a bachelor. He still had a hard time believing that he was with her a lot of the time.

"Why won't you just marry me?!" she exclaimed.

"If I remember correctly, you're the one who told me when we found about the pregnancy that I was not allowed to propose to you just because of that." He hadn't intended to do it then, either. After seeing the amount of disastrous marriages in the Upper East Side, he was not ready to embark on one of those. Not with Blair. She was special and he never wanted to lose her.

She sighed. It was early in the argument, but she was already admitting defeat. She was too tired to have this argument, one that they had every single time that they received yet another invitation to someone's wedding or even when they received word of a divorce. Anything involving a wedding or marriage, she brought it up to Chuck.

He watched as she relaxed a little, sighing heavily. He shook his head, walking over to his side of the bed. Hesitantly, he opened up the side drawer and pulled a small box, a box he had been holding onto for nearly a year. He had yet to work up the courage to ask her, the fear of something happening to their relationship preventing him from asking her to marry him.

He handed it to her silently and watched her face change. Then she turned to him and glared. He frowned. This was not the reaction that he had been hoping for.

"What's wrong? Isn't this what you want? You want to get married. This is what I'm giving you." Sometimes, it was impossible to follow her.

"I don't want to be proposed to like this! I can't believe, you, of all people, thought I would enjoy a proposal like this!"

He sighed. He just couldn't win. He took the box back from her. "Fine. I'll make it be a surprise. It'll be the best damn proposal you could imagine."

She looked at the box with longing but resisted telling him that she wanted it now, even if it wasn't a true proposal. She had wanted it for so long that she wanted to start planning a wedding that minute, but a true proposal would have to happen first.

As they settled down to sleep once again, a smile spread across Blair's face. At least she knew that she was going to be getting married eventually.