AN: for Caitlyn, who made a freaking amazing video to go with this. I've never written with this pairing before, so I'm hoping that I'll do an alright job! Hope you like it, Caitllynn (insert heart here that doesn't let me use).

Laying quite comfortably across her bed, Serena looked over at the familiar figure of Blair beside her. The brunette laid there, her arms draped around her waist loosely. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. The quiet hum of the television in the background was the only real sound other than their breathing. Some black and white film was playing in the background (Blair had been dying to see it. She couldn't even remember the name of it). She pulled Blair closer to her, smiling slightly as she pressed her face in to her hair gently. Breathing in the faint smell of strawberries and her perfume mixed together. She felt Blair shift beside her, glancing up curiously with brown eyes and shifting around to see her better.

"What are you thinking about?" Blair asked finally.

She had been expecting that question to come up, and they both knew that Blair already knew the answer.

"The same thing as always, Blair. We should tell people, we can't keep this a secret forever," she murmured, watching her face. This was growing tiresome; it was the same argument over the last month between the two of them. Coming out and telling people, and Blair shot it down every time saying she wasn't ready. Serena was beginning to grow weary over if there was a time that she would ever be ready. It couldn't be a secret forever. At first she had been more understanding, but at the time began to grow the patience seemed to fade away with the days.

Blair said nothing, frowning like always when this came up.

Unwrapping her arms from around her waist, she pulled away from Blair's embrace. Sitting up on the bed, her legs crossed, she watched Blair for a moment.

"I know that you're scared, Blair. I am too. But just hear me out, okay?" She began, sitting up a bit straighter now. She had known her for so long, Serena probably knew her better than she knew herself when it came down to everything. Blair was afraid to be judged, that people wouldn't accept her or be the same around her if they found out. She had the same worries deep down. Blue eyes looked in to her own brown eyes.

"I know you're scared. It's not going to be easy. Hell, I'm scared too. But we can't hide this forever, you know?" she said quietly.

"I'm not scared, S," she replied, shifting uncomfortably.

Serena frowned at her. She could tell right through the fact that Blair was lying. Evidently she was afraid; she could not see any other reason. Slouching almost in defeat, she looked down at the cream-coloured comforter. Her hair fell in to her face and over her shoulders; she made no movement to push it back. Her mind was running at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what it could be. Blair's fingers brushed against the soft skin of her cheek, and a weary sigh slipped through her lips. She brushed the hair back from Serena's face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Then what is it, Blair?" She asked, looking up at her.

"I'm... just not ready. Not yet."

"Then you are scared, and it's-"

"-I'm not scared, Serena."

"Blair."

"Serena."

A look of hurt crossed her face. "Are you embarrassed then? Is that why you don't want to tell people?"

"I don't know! No, Serena- I didn't mean it that way. I just... don't know, okay?"

"Sure you didn't, Blair," she said, completely defeated. Swinging her legs over the bed, she stood up.

"I didn't, S. Sit back down."

Not saying anything, she just picked up the sweater that she had thrown on the floor earlier. Tugging it on, she did the zipper up.

"Serena, listen to me- I don't know, it's not that- I can't explain it!"

"Then call me when you do know and can explain it, B," she murmured, looking over at her with sad eyes.

Blair scrambled off the bed, grabbing her hand. Serena pulled it away and pushed her hair back from her face.

"Please don't go."

"Just… call me when you've made your mind up, Blair."

"It's almost two am, you're not going anywhere," Blair said to her, stepping closer.

Shaking her head and grabbing her bag, she walked out of the room down the hallway.

"Serena!" Blair whispered loudly, rushing down behind her. She didn't want to wake her mother or Dorota up, and Serena was not making this easy.

"You're overreacting, I didn't mean it that way."

Standing in the elevator, Serena said nothing to her. The door closed before Blair made it to them, leaning back against the wall, she rubbed her face as the elevator lurched and began to descend. Her throat was tight and her chest throbbed, but she swallowed hard. She was not going to cry over this, and the fact that she had tears of frustration building up in the corner of her eyes made her even angrier.

Blair stood there, watching as the doors closed and the figure of her best (girl?)friend disappeared. She did this every single time, except not to this extent. They'd get in to a fight about it, but then eventually talk their way out of it. Serena had never quite gotten this defensive and flustered about it. Blair truly didn't know what to tell her, she just didn't know. Serena would be back, probably within the next couple minutes. She never went too far. Walking carefully and quietly along the floor, she went back to her room and sat on her bed. Staring at the movie, then back down at her phone. The minutes passed, and she didn't come back. Hitting the second button on her speed dial, she listened to it ringing, waiting for her to pick up.

Voicemail.

Now, she was just irritated.

"Serena, you're overreacting. Get your ass back in here, seriously. You don't even have shoes on. Let's talk this out. You can't just jump to conclusions like this."

Hanging up, she waited. A bout of worry sank in to the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it back. She was just overreacting and ignoring her calls; it wouldn't have been the first time. She lay there with her eyes closed, determined not to fall asleep until Serena either called her or came back.