So, I have a confession to make. I have not watched the Valentine's Day episode from season 4. Not a single scene. In fact, I have not watched 4x13-4x21. I may have watched the Nair scenes in 4x14 and the Chuck scenes in 4x20, but nothing else (although I know what happens). I just can't bring myself to do it, but I'm told I'm not missing much. Anyways, this is how I had hoped Valentine's Day went for Blair and Chuck in S4. It's full of CB fluff, so if that's not your thing I'm sorry. Also, I may have gotten unintentionally carried away with a certain scene, so beware of a tiny bit of CB smut in the middle of the chapter.

Again, I don't own anything. The song "The Way You Look Tonight" was written by Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields, and I am listening to the Frank Sinatra version. And I did steal the idea of the floral arrangement from Martha Stewart's website.

Lastly, I want to send out special birthday wishes to Mary (a very loyal Futures fan), who turns 28 today! Again!

Chapter 11

As per her usual Monday morning routine, Blair woke up to her alarm at 6 AM sharp. Slowly she took off her sleepmask and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She grabbed her robe and made her way to the bathroom, still immersed in a cloud of sleep. A hot shower was definitely in order this morning.

Forty-five minutes later, Blair meandered down the stairs to the dining room for her breakfast and morning coffee. Her car was picking her up at 7:20 AM to bring her to campus for her 8 o'clock class, which meant she had a little more than half an hour to eat and make sure she had everything she needed for her day.

As Blair was halfway through her fromage blanc crepes with blackberry sauce (a special treat that Dorota made her), she heard the elevator chime. She saw Dorota hustle to the foyer and then she heard some mumbled words. No less than a minute later, Dorota was walking towards the dining room with a floral arrangement. It was a simple glass vase with a dozen or more pastel tulips (white, pink, peach, lavender, yellow). But what made it so different was that the bottom of the vase was filled with candy conversation hearts that matched the flowers. That took Blair by surprise because it was so unlike anything Chuck had ever done for her before. Still, she couldn't help but smile.

However, Blair's smile quickly turned into a frown when Dorota placed the flowers in front of Serena's place at the table.

"Excuse me Dorota, but why are you putting the flowers over there? Bring them over here along with the card so I can read it," demanded Blair.

"But Miss Blair, flowers not for you," Dorota answered tentatively as she awaited Blair's response.

"Huh?" Blair didn't understand who the flowers could be for.

"Flowers for Miss Serena," stated Dorota and she held out the envelope for Blair to see Serena's name scrolled across the front.

"Who would send Serena flowers?" probed Blair. Then she started thinking out loud. "Nothing is going on between Nate and Serena – I would know! And Humphrey is still dating that girl Abigail, I think. Although I don't understand why. I mean, she could do so much better than him."

"Maybe she have Secret Admirer?" and Dorota suddenly became very excited about the idea.

"Well, I'm not going to wait to find out," and Blair turned the envelope over to slide the card out.

"No!" and Dorota snatched the card away before Blair could read it. "That for Miss Serena, not you."

"Excuse me," Blair snapped. "Who do you work for? One clue - not Serena."

But they wouldn't have to wait any longer as Serena slowly made her way downstairs to join Blair for breakfast. She was still in her pajamas, and her hair was a mess, but she managed to look stunning nonetheless.

"Good morning Blair, Dorota," Serena singsonged as she sat down, a huge smile on her face. She was in an unusually chipper mood this morning

"Good morning Serena," and Blair gave her that look. The one where she stares at you until you break.

"What?" choked out Serena as she took a mouthful of crepe. She was in a world of her own, oblivious to everything around her.

"What?!" returned an annoyed Blair. She pointed to the flowers and then stood from her seat and grabbed the card from Dorota, showing it to Serena. "This what."

"Oh. My. God." gasped Serena and she quickly covered her open mouth with her hand. She readily seized the envelope from Blair hands, removed the card, and read it in complete silence. Suddenly, her cheeks flooded with a red tint and a gigantic smile erupted on her face that she tried to hide with the card.

"Spill, S," said Blair authoritatively and she crossed her arms in front of her and began to tap her foot.

There was a part of Blair that was jealous. A part of her wanted those flowers to be for her, but then the rational part of her brain kicked in and realized that would defeat keeping their relationship a secret. Now, Blair just wanted to understand what was going on with Serena. Who is sending her flowers? Who is turning her into this giggly lovesick girl in front of her? When did this happen? And how did she miss this?

Just then, Serena spoke up. "They're from Greg," and when she said his name she got this dreamy look upon her face.

"Greg?" Blair asked, wanting more than just a first name. She knew quite a few Gregs. Besides, she wanted details.

"You know, Greg Walker." Then Serena reminded her, "Theo's friend that he brought up for New Year's Eve."

"Oh, that Greg." Suddenly it all clicked into place for Blair and she returned to her seat. She remembered him from the party Chuck threw at the Empire, but what she didn't remember was anything happening between Serena and him. Serena didn't say a word when they spent the week together in St. Bart's. "You mean the tall, handsome guy with the short dark hair, bright blue eyes, and the amazing body."

"No, Blair. He's mine," Serena mistook Blair's pondering. "I saw him first!"

"You can have him – he's from the South," noted Blair. "What is it with you and men from North Carolina? At least this one doesn't seem like a con."

"Hey, you like Theo and he goes to Duke too," Serena argued.

"Yes, but Theo is one of us at heart," countered Blair. Ever since the night Eleanor and Cyrus invited Theo to dinner with them, Blair and Theo have become fast friends. What Blair also finds funny is that Chuck and Theo have become friends too. He's actually integrated into their little group quite well.

"I'll have you know that Greg is from Chicago. Lake Forest in fact," added Serena proudly and this peaked Blair's attention. "And he's moving to Manhattan for business school after graduation."

At that moment Dorota scuffled into the room. "Miss Blair, it's getting late."

Blair took a quick glance at the clock and realized that she needed to get going to class. She quickly rose from her seat and walked over to hug her best friend. "This conversation is not over S. I want to hear all about this secret romance you've been keeping from me."

"Well, not tonight," Serena piped up. Then she happily continued, "Greg is flying up for Valentine's Day."

Blair raised her brow to Serena and asked, "Is he staying here?"

"No, he said that Chuck hooked him up with a room at The Empire." Inwardly Blair scowled because Chuck didn't mention a word of this to her.

"So, I shouldn't expect you home tonight," teased Blair, happy that she wouldn't need to come up with an excuse for not coming back tonight herself.

"Yeah, I don't think you should," and Serena started smiling and giggling again as Blair left the room.

Blair exited the elevator and walked into the lobby of her building, where the doorman immediately greeted her.

"Good morning Ms. Waldorf. Your car is waiting for you," and he held the door to the building open for her.

"Thank you Matt. Have a good day," replied Blair as she made her way into the cold, brisk February air. She was surprised to see a limo instead of her usual town car idling out front. Blair suddenly felt her heart start beating loudly in her chest at the thought of Chuck surprising her for Valentine's Day in the limo. But then she realized that it wasn't Chuck's limo, so he likely wasn't there.

Blair proceeded forward and climbed into the backseat of the limo as the driver held the door open for her. The first thing she noticed was the scent – the limo smelt absolutely heavenly. When Blair raised her head, she noticed what was producing the smell.

Peonies.

Dozens upon dozens of peonies.

Dark pink. Light pink. White. White with yellow centers. And even yellow. The back of the limo was filled with peonies. Then Blair noticed the card in the bouquet right in front of her. She quickly snatched it and read it's contents.

For my beautiful wife on Valentine's Day

I love you more than you will ever know

- C

PS, the limo will be picking you up after 3 o'clock class. Be ready.

Now it was Blair's turn to smile like a lovesick fool. But she couldn't help it, her husband was perfect. In her elation, she felt compelled to phone him.

Chuck was expecting the call. Still, his heart fluttered a little when he saw Blair's name appear on the screen.

"Good morning Mrs. Bass," he drawled. "How are…"

Blair cut Chuck off. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Mrs. Bass," he quickly returned, a smile taking over his face as he thought of Blair surrounded by peonies in the back of the limo. "I take it you're on your way to class."

"Yes I am," sighed Blair. "The flowers are absolutely beautiful. I can't believe you did all this."

"Well, nothing is too much for my wife."

"Yes, that is true, but this is just perfect," she gushed. When Blair came back down to Earth she asked, "So, what are you doing today?"

"Blair, you'll have to wait until this afternoon for your surprise. I'm not giving you any hints."

"Pleassseee," she begged. "I will make it worth your while when I see you later on." Blair loved seeing how far she could push Chuck before he would give in. But she also wanted to know if he was going to be at their penthouse all day long.

Chuck simply laughed at Blair's antics before answering her with a resounding "NO".

"Fine," and Chuck knew that Blair's mouth had turned into a pout. "But I'll see you after my class at 3 o'clock, right?"

"Yes, you'll see me after your class. Now that's all I'm giving you."

"That's enough," she smiled and made a mental note to call the delivery service and have them hold the shipment until 3:30 that afternoon. Just then Blair's car stopped moving. "Listen Chuck, I just pulled up at school. I'll talk to you later?"

"Of course," he reassured her. "I love you Blair. Happy Valentine's Day."

"I love you too," and Blair hopped out of the limo, but not before stopping to smell the peonies one more time.

Blair was so excited when her class finished 10 minutes early. Her driver from the morning had told her he would pick her up at the corner of Amsterdam and West 118th Street at 3 o'clock. She quickly made her way over there and noticed that the limo was waiting exactly where he said it would be. Blair felt a rush of euphoria overtake her because she couldn't wait to see Chuck. Ever since that morning, she had been counting the seconds until she knew she was going to see him.

When Blair approached the limo, the driver immediately jumped from his seat and opened the door for her. To Blair's disappointment, the peonies were gone and Chuck was not there to replace them. Instead, she found another note and a garment bag.

You're going to want to change

I'll see you soon

With love, C

Blair slowly unzipped the garment bag to see Chuck had picked out for her to wear. Inside was a black and white Marc Jacobs sweater dress that flared slightly at the waist. There was also a pair of black tights, red-quilted ballerina flats. A puzzled Blair followed Chuck's directions and quickly changed her clothes after confirming that the barrier was raised to protect her privacy. A few minutes later she felt the car pull over and stop. She knew it was too soon to be at her and Chuck's place or the Waldorf penthouse, so she peaked out her window. Blair instantly recognized Central Park and noted that the ice skating rink was in sight.

Blair was opening the door to the limo before the driver had even exited his. She quickly fitted her beret and slid on her purple cashmere gloves, before taking off down the path she knew too well. She just knew that Chuck would be at the skating rink. Every instinct told her that he would be there waiting for her.

Much to Blair's delight, Chuck was sitting on a bench next to the rink wearing ice skates and waiting for her. On the bench besides him she noticed her own skates. It touched her the planning that he had put into this, especially since she knew he was not all that fond of ice skating.

"Chuck," Blair shouted as she approached her waiting husband. Chuck quickly raised his head and his face erupted with a huge smile at the sight of Blair wearing the outfit he had picked out for her. He waved her over to him and patted the seat beside him.

Chuck picked up the skates so that Blair could sit down next to him. As he handed Blair her skates, he leaned in and discretely placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. Then he whispered in her ear, "Good afternoon Mrs. Bass."

Blair blushed and bowed her face. After a minute though, her brain kicked in and she started looking around to see who could be watching them. To her shock, the area was quiet. The rink was empty.

"What have you done Chuck?" a stunned Blair asked.

"Just providing us with a little privacy so that we can skate together," replied Chuck with a shrug, like it was no big deal.

But Blair knew better. She knew that closing down the ice skating rink in the middle of Central Park on Valentine's Day was no small feat. She felt a warm sensation take over her whole body when she thought of the thought he had put into making this day special for her. She reveled the feeling.

Blair must have been in her own little world for longer than she realized, because the next thing she knew Chuck was teasing her.

"Huh?" replied a slightly frazzled Blair.

"I said, are we going to skate or what Mrs. Bass?" and he let out a tiny chuckle before turning more serious. "Everything okay Blair?"

Blair shook herself straight. "I'm better than okay. I'm with you." Then Blair turned and softly kissed Chuck on the lips. When she broke off the kiss, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Chuck's while she gently stroked his face. Blair wanted to feel close to Chuck in that moment, and she wanted him to feel her love for him.

After holding their position for a minute or so, Blair cleared her throat and righted herself. "Well," and she quickly slipped off her ballet flats and grabbed her skates. "I better put these skates on so we can see how well you can skate."

"Hey, I'll have you know that I've got moves," and they both smiled at the infamous line that started everything. Then Chuck extended his hand and led Blair to the rink. "Come on Mrs. Bass, I'll make sure you don't fall."

For the next forty-five minutes, Blair and Chuck relished having the ice rink to themselves. At times they skated hand-in-hand in silence. At others, Chuck released Blair so that she could enjoy the ice on her own and he could enjoy watching her perfect form glide around the rink. In all, they had a wonderful time. But by the end they were both ready to go home.

Blair and Chuck decided to share his limo for the ride back to their penthouse. Usually, they would make good use of the alone time, but this afternoon they were both exhausted from the skating. So instead, they simply relaxed in the back seat. Chuck had his arm around Blair and she nestled into his body. They stayed this way until the limo pulled up to the semi-hidden side entrance to their building. Once the car stopped, they hopped out of the backseat and quickly made their way to the elevator without being seen.

Upon exiting the elevator, both Chuck and Blair were thinking of ways to sidetrack the other. Chuck didn't want Blair to see what he had planned and Blair wasn't ready to reveal her gift to Chuck. They both came up with the same idea – to use sex as a distraction.

Neither was sure who instigated it, but soon Blair found herself pressed against the wall with Chuck's lips attached to her neck. She threaded her fingers through Chuck's hair as she basked in the feel of his tongue tracing a path down her neck. Within seconds, Blair's legs were wrapped around Chuck's torso and he was cupping her ass with his hands. Both were getting extremely aroused and needed to be closer.

It wasn't long before their clothes became a hindrance.

"Damn these fucking tights," hissed Chuck as he tried unsuccessfully to pull Blair's tights down while she was pinned to the wall. Blair bit Chuck's shoulder in frustration as she grasped her arms tightly around him.

In one swift motion Chuck carried Blair to the sidetable located in their entryway and set her on top of it. Before Blair could even settle into her new position, she felt Chuck's fingers digging into her skin as they went to grasp the tops of her tights. Moments later, both her tights and her underwear were on the ground and Chuck was pushing the bottom half of Blair's dress up around her waist. Blair made quick work of Chuck's belt and soon had unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. While Blair shoved Chuck's pants and boxers down, his lips made their way back to her neck as his hands gripped her ass to pull her to the edge of the table.

Without warning, Chuck drove his cock deep inside of Blair and she emitted a loud gasp. Upon their coupling, both stilled to regain their breath as they savored the feeling of finally being connected. Blair brought her legs around Chuck and tightened her hold on him, urging him to begin moving again. But Chuck didn't move.

"Chuck, pleassseee," Blair begged as she again used her legs to force him deeper inside of her. She also began to assault his neck with her mouth in a way that she knew drove him crazy.

When Chuck finally regained his wits, he raised his head and looked into Blair's eyes. There he saw the lust, the want, that he was certain matched his own.

Suddenly, he spit out, "Dress. Off."

Blair was more than happy to oblige her husband and lifted the dress over her head, leaving her wearing only a see-through lace bra. She felt Chuck's hands tighten their hold on her bottom and she knew he was preparing himself. Blair reached behind her and unlatched her bra, letting it fall down her arms. As soon as her nipple was visible, Chuck couldn't hold himself back any longer and he attacked Blair's breast with his mouth while he used one of this hands to palm to the other. Once Blair tossed her bra to the floor, she felt Chuck begin to move again with strong and forceful thrusts. Chuck moved his hands so that they were now holding Blair tightly by the hips, guiding her body onto his, and he continued to worship her breasts with his tongue and lips. Blair braced herself by placing her hands on the table behind her and she threw her head back in ecstasy. This gave Chuck the perfect view of Blair, and that only pushed him forward.

Chuck knew he wasn't going to last much longer and he wanted to make sure that Blair was satisfied right along with him. He seized Blair's hand and brought it to their juncture. Then he whispered in her ear, "Touch yourself, Blair. You know you want to."

Chuck turned to see Blair's eyes widen at his words. But then a second later, her eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips as she began to do what Chuck requested. This propelled Chuck into motion and he again held Blair tightly by her hips while he pushed himself deeper inside Blair with each and every thrust. It wasn't long before both Chuck and Blair went over the edge, crying out each other's names as they came.

"Wow," Blair choked out between breaths as she gradually came down from her high. Her arms were draped around her husband and she rested her head against his shoulder.

Still panting, Chuck managed to utter, "Uh huh," as he shook up and down his head in agreement.

"I don't think I can move," Blair admitted with a whisper, still not releasing her hold on Chuck.

"Well, then I guess I've done my job," Chuck joked and he felt, rather than saw, Blair's face adapt an appalled expression. He then pulled back, releasing their connection, and Blair whimpered at the loss of contact.

Slowly, Blair began to remember why she seduced her husband in the first place – to keep him from entering the living room. She wanted to make sure his gift was exactly as she envisioned. She quickly came up with a plan that would keep Chuck from seeing anything before it met her approval.

"Chuck," she purred as she stroked his chest, which she noted was still covered by his shirt. "Can you run downstairs and get my robe for me, so I don't have to put those clothes back on?"

"Of course," and Chuck gently cupped Blair's face as he planted a lingering kiss on her lips. He then reached down and pulled his boxers up, before going to their bedroom to retrieve her purple silk robe.

As soon as Chuck descended the stairs to the lower level, Blair jumped down off the sidetable. Her legs were still a little bit like jelly, but she forced herself to tiptoe as fast as possible into the living room, praying that no one would notice her naked form through the windows that lined the room. In the corner of the room, as per her instructions, was Chuck's joint Valentine's Day/housewarming gift.

A Steinway & Sons Grand Piano.

It fit perfectly in the room, just as Blair imagined it would. Nestled in the corner, it wasn't the centerpiece of the room but it still caught your eye with its elegance. There was ample room for people to surround the instrument if someone, like Chuck, were to play. But at the same time, it was situated such that a paid musician would be out of the way if the Basses were to host a dinner party, for example.

Blair was so excited to see Chuck's reaction to his gift. She recalled that Chuck took lessons as a child, and she still remembers watching and listening to him as he played the ivory keys at the Waldorf penthouse. She knew as soon as they stepped foot in this penthouse on the day after Christmas, that a piano would be a necessary addition to their home. And she was right.

Satisfied with the piano and its placement, Blair retreated back to the table in the entryway. In a very unladylike manner, Blair jumped back on top of the table and waited for Chuck to return, hoping that she could maintain the illusion that she had been sitting there the entire time.

What Blair didn't realize was that Chuck was more than happy to fulfill her request, leaving her in the foyer. He had been trying to figure out how to keep Blair from going into their bathroom or their kitchen before he had set everything up and was ready for her. Seducing her not only kept her from entering those rooms, but it also quenched the aching desire he had been feeling since he saw Blair walking down the path in Central Park.

When Chuck entered their bathroom, he swiftly got to work preparing a soothing bath to pamper Blair. Earlier in the day, he positioned candles all around the room, so now he just needed to light them. He purchased her favorite bath salts, so he began to fill the tub with hot water for a relaxing bath. He also bought her a selection of macarons from Laduree, which he set on a table beside the tub. He made sure that one of the bouquets of peonies from the limo was on the counter. He turned on the soft music that he knew Blair liked to listen to while soaking the tub. Lastly, he placed her favorite large and fluffy robe, as well as the equally fluffy towels, on the racks next to the tub.

Once Chuck felt secure that the bathroom was as it needed to be, he proceeded to their bedroom. He retrieved the large box from his closet and placed it in the middle of their joint dressing room so that Blair would see it following her bath. He hoped she liked the dress he picked out - Chuck just knew she would look beautiful wearing the Monique Lhuillier ruched tulle dress. It would hug her curves in all the right places and Blair always looked exquisite in red. He also doubled checked the card inside and made sure that his instructions were clear.

Finally satisfied that everything was to his liking, as well as Blair's, Chuck took off his shirt and tied his robe around himself. He then grabbed Blair's embroidered silk robe and dashed upstairs to his wife, whom he noted was patiently waiting just where he left her.

"As requested," Chuck drawled as he held out his hand to Blair and helped her off the table. He then slipped the robe onto Blair and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I have a surprise for you downstairs."

"Oh really," Blair murmured seductively as she wiggled in Chuck's embrace.

"I like the way you think Mrs. Bass," and Chuck leaned in to gently nibble on the nape of Blair's neck. "Sadly, that is not what this surprise entails. Although I think we could make an adjustment if we wanted to."

"First," Blair turned to face Chuck, "I want to give you your present."

"I thought you just did." Chuck nodded in the direction of the sidetable and Blair knew he was referring the incredible, mind-blowing sex they just had moments earlier.

Blair shook her head from side-to-side, before grabbing Chuck's hand and leading him into the living room. She walked him in the direction of the piano, but stopped about fifteen feet in front of it so she could see Chuck's reaction.

At first, Chuck seemed confused, like he couldn't understand why there was a piano in their living room. Then it dawned on him that this was his present from Blair, and his jaw dropped in astonishment. When it finally sunk it that this was real, his lips formed the most perfect smile Blair had ever seen and she could see his eyes filling with excitement.

"Do you like it?" Blair asked tentatively, although she already knew the answer.

"Blair, I can't believe this," his voice relayed his shock at the gift. "How? When?" Chuck asked, obviously flustered. "How did you know?"

"I remembered that you took lessons when you were young, and I've heard you play a few times in the past."

"But?" Chuck blurted out.

Blair walked up to Chuck, who was admiring the piano keys, and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his shoulder as she leaned into him.

"I knew the second we walked into this penthouse that this would be our home, and I could picture us sitting together on a piano bench in that exact spot while you played a melody."

"God, Blair, this is just perfect," gasped Chuck. "I love it and I love you. Thank you," and he twisted himself so that he could kiss his wife thoroughly, hoping it would convey his feelings at the moment.

"I'm so happy you like it," confessed Blair because there was a part of her that was nervous he wouldn't enjoy a piano as a gift. "Why don't you sit down and play something right now?"

"Later," and Chuck immediately noticed Blair trying to cover her disappointment, so he interjected with, "I promise." Then he provided her with a reason, "If I sit down an play right now, the hot and relaxing bath I've prepared for you will get cold."

Chuck's explanation seemed to do the trick, because he saw Blair begin to smile and her eyes light up at the thought.

"I'm holding you to that promise Bass," Blair teased. "Now lead me to luxury."

This time it was Chuck's turn to lead Blair out of the living room and downstairs to the master suite. He brought her into the bathroom and was happy when he heard Blair exhale loudly because he knew that meant she was happy.

"Perfect," Blair muttered softly but still loud enough for Chuck to hear.

"Why don't you climb in while the water is still hot?" Chuck urged. He knew Blair would savor the soak and it would also give him time to prepare the rest of their evening. With his classic Chuck Bass smirk, he added, "Do you need me to help you undress?"

"Always," Blair answered slyly and she looked at Chuck with hooded eyes. He was so tempted to take her right there but he knew he couldn't.

After Chuck removed Blair's robe and hung it from the rack, he gestured for her to climb into their tub. Once Blair settled into the warm water, she let out a deep moan as she began to relax – her muscles were sore from skating and their earlier activities. She inched forward and waited for Chuck to join her, so she was surprised when he remained robed.

"Aren't you planning on joining your wife in this enticing bath, Mr. Bass?" she flirted.

"I wish I could, but there are a few more things I need to tend to before dinner. Relax and unwind. You deserve it," and he laid a lingering kiss on Blair's lips.

"Fine," Blair huffed, slightly put off but not enough to stop her from leaning back and enjoying the hot water. "It's your loss. Don't say I didn't offer." She then closed her eyes and entered a trance-like state.

What Blair didn't realize was how much truth there was in Chuck's statement about tending to dinner. And that's because she didn't know that Chuck wasn't just checking with the caterers. No, Chuck had decided that he was going to prepare a romantic dinner for the two of them all by himself.

The only problem was that Chuck was not a masterchef. Not even close. Sure, he and Blair spent Sunday afternoons learning to cook from some of the best chefs in Manhattan, but they had only been taking lessons for a few weeks. That was not enough time to conquer the kitchen. However, Chuck was determined. And smart. He chose to cook a simple dinner that he felt confident he wouldn't spoil and Blair would enjoy. He also prepped everything for dessert earlier in the day, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it after dinner, but also so he could taste it.

After changing into his suit pants and undershirt, Chuck first made sure that the table was set, the wine was chilling, and everything was perfect for dinner. With that out of the way, Chuck went to the kitchen, put on his apron, and started on dinner. He assumed that Blair would be about half an hour, which was just enough time to cook dinner for the two of them.

Blair emerged from her bath feeling very relaxed and refreshed. She hugged her comfy robe around her and walked into their bedroom, expecting to see Chuck waiting for her. When she didn't she proceeded to their dressing room, hoping he might be in there getting ready. Instead, she saw the large box in the middle of the room, which she assumed must contain a dress that Chuck had picked out for their evening, so she eagerly discarded the top on the floor. Blair quickly removed the gorgeous red dress from the box and couldn't help but admire her husband's taste. She immediately knew what shoes would go perfect with her ensemble and swiftly dashed to find them among the select pairs she kept at their penthouse. She made a mental note that she was going to have to start moving more of her belongings into the home she was now sharing with Chuck.

Once Blair was happy with her appearance, she followed Chuck's instructions and went to the roof. When she stepped outside she was struck by the scene in front of her. The rafters that covered the doorway and entrance to the roof were laced with white fairy lights, as well as the potted trees that lined the ledge. Frank Sinatra was playing softly from the speakers. A short red carpet lined the path to small, but elegantly, set table for two. It was perfect.

While Blair was still admiring the view from the rooftop, she heard the door slide open. She turned around to see Chuck standing in the doorway with a tray of food beside him. She offered him a shy smile as he appraised her appearance. She noted that he was wearing his new Tom Ford tuxedo with a matching bow tie and pocket square: red with white polka dots and solid red respectively.

Chuck was in awe of the vision before him. Blair was standing near the edge and he had the perfect view of her from behind. He knew he picked that dress for a reason – it accented one of Blair's finest features just like he knew it would. But when she turned around, he was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Blair looked absolutely stunning. Her beauty resonated in way that reminded him of their wedding day. He immediately covered the few steps between them. Chuck cupped Blair's face with his hands as he leaned in to passionately kiss his wife.

When he pulled back he exhaled, "You look magnificent. God, I love you."

"I love you too," Blair readily returned as she started to play with Chuck's hands. "And the roof looks amazing."

"Why don't you sit down and I'll serve dinner."

At Chuck's request, Blair took her seat and she noticed for the first time that the reason she wasn't cold – there were two inconspicuously placed heaters keeping them warm. Chuck approached the table carrying a tray, which he set on the sidetable. He removed the lid and one plate at a time, brought dinner to the table.

Blair watched Chuck without saying a word. She then scrutinized the plate before her, even leaning down to discretely smell the aroma of the meal.

"Linguini with shrimp in a white wine sauce?" Blair asked, a little unsure.

Chuck simply nodded and he twisted his head to pour the wine, concealing his face.

"Did you make this yourself?" she questioned him next, surprise and disbelief were evident in her voice.

"I did," Chuck smiled proudly. He had sampled a small portion before bringing it to the roof and impressed even himself. He then raised his glass in Blair's direction, "To us."

"To us," Blair repeated as she clinked her glass with Chuck's.

A few moments later, Chuck heard Blair release a low 'mmmm' as she took her first bite of her dinner and he couldn't help but smile.

"Chuck," Blair exclaimed. "This is delicious. I can't believe you cooked this."

"I wanted it to be surprise," he admitted, still quite astonished with himself for pulling it off.

"Well, you succeeded," gushed Blair as she lifted a piece of speared shrimp into the mouth.

The rest of their meal consisted of Blair and Chuck discussing their days. Blair spoke about her desire to see a new exhibit at the Met while Chuck talked about the possibility of purchasing a hotel in San Francisco and wanting to take a trip there to investigate it further. The time went fast and before they both knew it their dishes were empty and they were enjoying the last of the bottle of wine. Chuck then excused himself to bring up dessert, but not before kissing his beautiful wife soundly on the lips.

When Chuck returned, he was carrying a tray and a smile on his face. Blair observed that in addition to the dessert plate, there were also two glasses; one she assumed was filled with Scotch for Chuck and she was guessing the other was filled with a nice dessert wine for her.

As Chuck approached the table with their dessert, Blair gave him a coy smile.

"Just one dessert?" she teased.

"I thought we could share," he smirked. He then forked a piece of the mixed berries and shortcake with crème fraiche and fed it to his wife, who couldn't help but close her eyes and savor the delicious sweet and fruity taste in her mouth.

"Mmmm," Blair purred as Chuck took a bite of the dessert for himself. "You made this too?" she marveled.

Chuck shook his head, as he admitted, "No, I got a little help with this one."

Blair raised her eyes, encouraging him to divulge more.

"Dorota," Chuck confessed. "She actually suggested it. She also baked the shortcake, recommended that I add blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries to the strawberries, and told me where to buy the crème fraiche."

"I knew I kept her around for some reason," commented Blair as she swallowed another scrumptious bite of dessert.

"Are you kidding?" Chuck joked. "We are going to have to figure out how to hire her away from your mother and bring her to work for us. She's amazing."

"Oh," Blair reassured Chuck, wagging the fork in front of his face. "Don't you worry. I have a plan."

Both the Basses released small giggles and smiled at Blair's remark. The two continued to enjoy each other's company while feeding each other the fruity concoction, until first chords of Frank Sinatra's 'The Way You Look Tonight' were heard from the speakers.

"Dance with me Mrs. Bass?" Chuck asked as he stood up and held out his hand to Blair.

Blair pushed back her chair instantly and grasped her husband's hand, "Of course."

Some day, when I'm awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight

As the Basses danced, their hands were clasped and their bodies were as close as possible. Together, they swayed to the sound of Sinatra's voice.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight

Chuck then twirled Blair around and the two erupted into laughter as they continued dancing cheek to cheek.

With each word your tenderness grows

Tearing my fear apart

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart

"I love you, Blair," Chuck sighed, his voice filled with happiness.

"I love you too, Chuck," and Blair leaned in to kiss her husband while he turned her around in step with the music.

Lovely, never, ever change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it

Cause I love you, just the way you look tonight

Finally, Chuck dipped Blair and whispered to her, "Happy Valentine's Day Mrs. Bass."

Just the way you look tonight

A/N: To everyone who continues to read my story, especially those who review and PM me – THANK YOU! You inspire me to keep going. Again, special thanks to: Chairytale Ending, Maryl, Kara, amxoxo, MusicalLover17, Moozanna, SaNaa.91, Kelsey, Temp02, geminigurl89, Sparkleyangel, TriGemini, suspensegirl, notoutforawalk, RealJennEstrada, Gihanthi14, Where's Waldorf, ChuckluvsBlairBass, and Guest (whoever you are – I do have a plan just not much time to write). Love you all so much!

I also need to give giant virtual hug to Maryl who read half of this chapter a couple months ago and gave me a tiny piece of advice (which I did follow).