"How does it feel now that you know Blair is and always will be yours?" Nate asked his best friend through long distance call.
"She is not mine. I don't think she could ever be anyone's. She doesn't want to be owned, that's what I love most about her." Chuck answered.
Nate chuckled on the line, "So how has the honeymoon been going?" He asked teasingly.
"Oh Nathaniel, better than you can even imagine." Chuck said truthfully.
Chuck spotted Blair from across the room. "I have to go now, goodbye Nate."
he ended the call and stalked to Blair.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Chuck asked his wife removing a strand of hair from her face, allowing him to see Blair's sleepy face perfectly.
"Yes." Blair yawned.
"What do you want to do today, Blair?"
"I have an idea!" Blair exclaimed with a cheeky look, one that suggested she was up to mischief.
"I'm all ears." Chuck was impatient to know what Blair was thinking about doing.
"Well, it's been quite a long time since we've crashed a party." Blair spoke, trailing her hands down chucks chest, looking at him under her dark lashes and sleepy smile.
"And we've never done it in Paris." Chuck added smirking.
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They strolled around Paris, looking for a fun looking party to crash. After only half and hour of walking around, they found a party which looked very much like an elegant gathering with finger foods and sandwiches, but that was not at all what they were looking for.
"That one seems okay." Chuck declared.
"It's doesn't look fun." Blair remarked, pouting.
"We won't get another barmixtzfah." Chuck reasoned, convincing Blair.
"Fine!" Blair huffed, stomping towards the party, dragging Chuck.
Blair looked around, everyone was dressed classily, with nine inch heels and dresses so tight, the women looked like they would pop out of the material at any moment.
The place was nicely decorated, with a humongous chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.
"What are we even going to do here, Chuck?" Blair was annoyed. The whole point of crashing a party was for the exhilarating feeling that accompanied it. This party was just like any other party on the Upper East Side.
They walked around for a bit, Blair occasionally making snide comments about the guests.
"You want to leave? You're right, this party is no fun." Chuck concluded.
"Surely, we can find something better to do." Blair agreed.
Just as they were about to walk out, the large room where the party was being held turned dark. Everywhere was pitch-black. For a second, Blair felt a chill run up her spine and she clutched Chuck's arm tight.
Dancing lights came into view, and the huge chandelier was now replaced by a bigger disco ball.
Chuck and Blair was puzzled, not knowing what was happening, or how this previous classy party turned into this.
Women started stripping out of their white dresses, revealing the colorful bandage dresses they had on inside. Blair's eyes grew side, taking in this sudden change.
The music which was a slow piano ballad before, was not transformed into a rock song, fueling people with the need to dance. Blair and Chuck were no exception.
They were in the middle of what was now a dance floor. Blair let Chuck's hand go and started dancing, not sensuously, but crazily. She was a horrible dancer but Chuck still couldn't take his eyes off her for she looked so happy, like a little girl in a candy store.
She took her hair out of the tight elastic band that was holding her locks in place and
shook her head while she danced, making the strands fly around her.
She then reached out and grabbed Chuck, making him dance too instead of just watching her.
Blair looped her arms around Chuck's and danced just like they had at the barmixtzfah back I'm New York.
There was nothing Chuck loved more than seeing Blair so happy, laughing without a care in the world.
He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her and he didn't have to either. So he planted his lips on hers.
They kissed and kissed again, while laughing.
"I love you." Chuck just felt like saying it.
"I love you." Blair replied.
Chuck had once asked Blair why she never added 'too' whenever she confessed her love to him and she explained that she didn't like saying it because then it would be like she just answered, and she didn't want that.
She wanted Chuck to know she always mean it when she said it.
He didn't really understand the meaning but that wasn't what was important anyway.
"You want to get out of here?" Chuck asked, trailing kissed down Blair's neck.
"Yes. But first, champagne." Blair said, taking a glass of yellowish sparkling liquid that was being passed around on golden trays by waiters.
She swallowed it down, then took another one and another one, slipping fast into a drinking state.
Chuck remembered the last time she was this drunk, it was at her bachelor party, the day before she was going to marry another man. One she didn't love.
"Blair, I think it's best if we get going now." Chuck declared keeping a firm grasp on her waist as she was so tipsy, she was swaying.
"What? Don't be silly." She giggled, messing up Chuck's hair by ruffling it with her fingers.
"Blair..." Chuck argued.
"Oh, sush." Blair pressed her index finger to Chuck's lips. "Have a drink." She took another glass and this time offered it to Chuck, who took it from the her and placed in on one of the trays that were being passed around.
"As much as I love having you act like a five year old. I have to make sure you're okay." Chuck explained picking Blair up bridal style and carrying her to the car waiting of outside.
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Meant To Be
Fanfiction"When two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back" Chuck Bass told the love of his life, Blair Waldorf. He was right, because they found their way back, no other two people could be more meant to be than the two of th...
