Perfect
At first, she likes to think she just needs time, it's just practice, he's no Chuck Bass and this is only the second, third?, time
Then she starts to think she does it to please him -
a soft sigh, a low moan, a gasp, an arch of the back, a tremble in her limbs…
(Apparently no-one told him how great an actress she is.)
She loves him, right? It will happen. And if not, she's an Upper-East Sider, she'll do what they do best- pretend.
As times passes she begins to realise she does it for another reason entirely…
One that has everything to do with his unbearably loyal eyes, his agonizingly sweet mind, his ridiculously, stupidly, irritatingly loving heart. She can't hurt him.
*
Faking it was never something she imagined she'd have to do.
This was Blair and Nate. Things were supposed to be perfect.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
It almost was.
He wined and dined her at her favourite places, he bought her beautiful Chanel gowns to wear to Lily's endless charity functions, he had flowers delivered to her weekly…he loved her.
And he never even looked at Serena anymore.
So why did it feel so wrong?
*
She cried into his arms, relishing the feel of the green cashmere wrapped around her bare shoulders.
He took it better than she ever would have. He cried, his pretty eyes red, and his beautiful mouth opened on the same words over and over 'I'll always love you'
*
For a while, every time she saw the morning sun it would remind her of him- of waking up in his arms, and feeling safe, but unsatisfied, scared, confused…
On the week anniversary- R.I.P Blair and Nate -she went for coffee, meandering towards Bergdorf's, her tiny hands wrapped around the white and green paper cup, sipping at it carefully, keeping her head hung low. She had no reason to look proud today.
This time, she'd broken his heart.
*
It wasn't until she came back from France, from the understanding and knowing eyes of Daddy and Roman, that she saw him again.
She wasn't planning on going to the Christmas Evening that Lily had organised in The Palace, but Serena had pitched up in her room and hugged her so desperately that she felt tears pricking at the backs of her eyes.
They went together, Serena shining in a gold Alice Temperley floor-length number, something Blair knew she could never pull off. She wore a classic- black, Armani, repeating her mantra over and over in her head as Serena squeezed her fingers calmingly as the elevator doors slid open.
He was already there.
Brown eyes met green. He smiled.
That was the end.
*
She watched from the sidelines, gently dangling a nearly empty Champagne flute from her fingers, when someone slipped in next to her.
"Blair."
"Daniel." She titled her head to acknowledge him.
"You're back." It wasn't a question, so she didn't answer. She just followed his gaze- right to where her own had been before he appeared.
Serena was shining. And Nate was blinded again.
She tilted her head back towards Dan again.
Brown eyes met brown.
This is the beginning.
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