A/N: Hi, I'm Anna. I'm in love with Gossip Girl and this plot has been stirring in my mind for a really long time and I've finally begun 'Perfect.' and I'm really happy! This is my first Gossip Girl fanfic and, though Gossip Girl herself doesn't appear in this chapter, she will make her appearances soon, I promise!

R&R!

-Anna x

'Everything has to be… perfect.' Blair thought to herself. Her life had to be perfect. She was Queen B at the school in the Upper East Side.

"B, what are you doing? You've done your lipstick four times already! You look perfect in the light red!" Serena Van Der Woodsen, daughter of Lily Van Der Woodsen, future Socialite and current party girl and Blair's best friend. "It matches your lips perfectly! Come on B, we're going to be late at this rate!"

"You don't care if you're late…" Blair finally spoke.

"No, but you care if you're late and therefore, by default, I care!" She shoved everything into their designer bags and handed one to Blair. She began to walk out but was not followed by Blair. She turned to see Blair slipping her signature into her hair; a headband. This one was a vibrant red, matching her tights. The preppy blue blazer was perfectly suited to the outfit and she knew how to work her uniform. Serena smiled at Blair whilst she fixed her curls to fit around the headband. A quick flash of a smile from Blair and the two were slipping out of the Waldorf suite.

"You two took your time…" Chuck blew out a puff of smoke, making the girls cough. Chuck was the bad boy of the school and Nate's best friend which meant Blair had to associate with him and, by default, Serena, as Blair's best friend.

"Hey you." Blair greeted Nate with a kiss. Nate had been her boyfriend since they had been children. They were destined to grow up dating, get married and have children. They were destined to be in love. It was fate.

"So what did take you so long?" Nate glanced at Serena but tried to stay focused on Blair.

Blair was his girlfriend. She loved him. She was… nice. But he had more of a taste for leggy blondes.

"Lipstick troubles." Serena and Blair replied, laughing.

They got into Chuck's limo to get to school. Blair wanted to walk but Nate insisted on the four of them taking the car.

"Nate, come round tonight?" Blair asked.

"Um, maybe. I'll try." He smiled weakly at the girl. "Hey man, what are your plans for tonight?"

"I've got some business meetings." He stated.

"Is that what you're calling it now?" Serena rolled her eyes.

"Is this what you were telling me about a few days ago?" Nate wondered.

"Yes, I'm opening a burlesque club." Chuck smirked.

"Eurgh, trust you to open somewhere like that." Blair rolled her eyes.

"It'll be tasteful, Waldorf. Don't worry about that. It'll be somewhere to get away."

"And what are you calling the place then?" She expected something disgusting and vile.

"Victrola." A victorious smirk came over his face.

"It's classy." Nate said.

"It's mature." Serena said.

Blair stayed silent. No one noticed her silence, except Chuck.

The car came to a halt and everyone piled out.

"Blair, wait." Chuck grabbed her wrist.

"What, Chuck?" She stared at him blankly.

"I'd like your opinion on my club. I know what remarkable taste you have, Waldorf. And a Queen's approval is perfect for what I'm doing." He smirked, knowing he'd said the right things.

"Pick me up at eight o'clock sharp. If you're even a second late, I'm not helping you." She smiled and turned swiftly on her heels. She walked straight into the gaggle of minions who hung on her every word.

When they were little, the four of them were forced to be around each other. Their parents were them but older. Blair had her little ribbons in her thick chocolate curls and Serena had her beauty, even then. Nate was the golden child, blond and sporty. Chuck sunk into shadows and always seemed to know everything about everyone. The four were the children of the most powerful people in the Upper East Side and they knew it. Though they were forced into each-others company at first, they began to become magnetised to one another; seeking solace at their parents' high end parties in each other. They became best friends and never let anything come between them.

School went by fast that day. Walking back to her house with Serena and Nate in tow, Blair noticed he wasn't focusing on her. He was chatting to Serena, as always. He didn't 'hang out' with Blair like he did with Serena.

"So I hear you're helping Chuck out tonight with Victrola, B." Serena snapped Blair out of her thoughts.

"Yes, he asked me this morning." She replied.

"You didn't tell me this, Blair." Nate wasn't angry but shocked the brunette hadn't disclosed this information with him.

"I assumed Chuck would tell you. He asked for an opinion and I said yes, is there a problem?" Blair was not in a good mood. She knew Nate was distracted and they had been arguing more. She didn't want to lose him. He made sense in her life. But he was also hiding something from her.

"I thought we talked about things." Nate said.

"So did I, Nate." She smiled venomously.

"Should I go?" Serena asked.

"Yes!" Blair shouted.

"No!" Nate shouted at the same time.

"Just go, S. I'll call you later." Blair kissed her best friend's cheek then turned back to her boyfriend. "We need to talk!" Blair yelled.

"We have nothing to talk about!" He pushed past the Queen B and kept walking.

"Nate, come back here!"

"What do you want, Blair?" He turned to look at her blankly.

"Do you love me?" She asked, walking up to him.

"Is this a serious question?!" He exclaimed.

"Nate, do you love me?" Her voice wavered ever so slightly but it was noticed.

"Blair…" He started.

"Or are you too infatuated with my best friend to love me back?" Tears began to cloud over her eyes.

"Blair, don't do this." He paused. "I need you. My family is going through a rough time. I'm taking it out on you. Blair, don't do this."

She placed a hand on his cheek. "Go and deal with your family, Nate." Tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She pushed past him and walked to her building without another word.

Dorota waited for Blair in their apartment by the lift. "Miss Blair, is everything okay?" Blair pushed passed Dorota, tears falling to the ground. "Miss Blair, where is Mister Nate?" Dorota called after Blair, chasing her up the stairs slightly. "Miss Blair?"

Dorota's only reply was the sound of a slamming door.

A/N: So I just went straight into the action because this is a CB story not a NB or anything. So yeah, hope you enjoyed that. Next chapter soon!

R&R!

-Anna x