Fic: Speak Now
Quick short fic that uses lyrics from Taylor Swift's song "Speak Now." 604 words, one bad word.
I am not the kind of boy who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion…
“I’m fine,” he repeats, not for the first time that day. “It’s fine, really.”
He hears another sigh of pity and another “Well, if you say so…” before the phone clicks and there is peaceful silence once again.
It’s really not fine, but he’s come to peace with the fact that his ex-girlfriend was getting married today. He had considered going, it was going to be a more intimate affair than the last one but he couldn’t stomach the thought. It was a pity invite anyway, and he was not interested in that.
He had also fantasized about crashing the wedding, but he quickly dismissed that thought as well. The time for action had long passed, and she had made her choice a long time ago.
~*~
Don’t say yes, let’s run away now…
Okay, he had lied about multiple things. He had thought about crashing her wedding multiple times and had fourteen different plans on how to do so. He managed to sneak into the back of the church undetected, though he could just imagine Nate’s disappointed face if he was caught.
Great risks had great consequences, but they also led to great rewards.
He needed to let her know how he felt.
~*~
I hear the preacher say “Speak now or forever hold your peace…”
She holds her breath and the room is dead silent for what seems like an eternity.
“Then, by the power invested in me…”
She almost laughs because she had been dreading that one sentence even though she knew he wouldn’t ruin her wedding. She almost laughs because she had been dreading that she would feel disappointment if he hadn’t ruined her wedding.
Instead, she kisses her now-husband with complete peace of mind.
“I told you it would be okay,” Dan whispers to her as they walk down the aisle. “He’s changed.”
“I’m glad,” she smiles. “I love you, though, you know? Nothing would have stopped me from marrying you today.”
He abruptly stops and kisses her deeply to the whoops and hollers of their friends and family. “I love you too, B.”
~*~
Baby, I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around…
Nate finds him sitting on the ground outside some strip club at four in the morning. “You’re a mess.”
“I could have said something,” he slured. “I could have stopped it. We…we could have run away together.”
His friend sat next to him. “It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. She hasn’t been yours for a long time, Chuck.”
“She would have come. She would have thanked me for saving her from a lifetime with Humphrey.”
“Chuck, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I see you at the church?”
“Noooooooooooo….”
“You didn’t object, Chuck. You can fantasize about doing it, but actually doing it is another thing. This is progress.”
“Well give me a fucking gold star then,” he barked, shoving Nate away.
Later though, when he’s tucked into bed and listening to Nate snore on the couch he wonders when he lost courage. Even though he tried to convince himself to move on, he always believed in his heart that he and Blair were meant to be together. And somehow he had always planned on a grand gesture at her wedding.
And yet…it seems that he was no longer the type of boy that would be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. After all, if Blair wanted Brooklyn trash, she could have it. It was her loss.
Progress. It felt kind of nice.
A/N: You can feel sympathy for !storyChuck but unfortunately that is not !canonChuck.