Hi, this is my New Story. I have some other gossip girl ones but I just want to see what people think of this one.

Title: Queen B

Summary: Living life at a hundred miles an hour, Blair is on a path of self-destruction. Blair's lost herself and her friends barely recognise who she is. Someone needs to help Blair remember who she truly is; remind her of the Queen inside.


Blair Waldorf put on her blue Baby doll cup dress her high 'Kreme' Boots. The dress showed off her boobs and left little to the imagination, both top and bottom. Blair dried her wet hair and carefully put it up into a high ponytail, out of her face and all neat and every little bit clean and in a perfect place. In her ears she put a pair of silver studded hoop earrings. Around her neck she wore a small silver necklace.

She fixed her make-up putting on foundation and then fakes eyelashes on her eyes. Her Nails were black and her eyes were covered in black eye shadow, smoky eyes style. They also were too much eyeliner them. Her lips were bright pink. Blair looked at herself in the mirror. A smirk formed across her perfectly glossed lips. She looked sexy.

Grabbing her bag and putting in the necessities needed for a night out. She walked out of the door slamming it behind her.

"Good Evening, Miss. Waldorf" Her door man told her.

"Good Bye Walter" She waved to him as she walked away casually hailing a taxi. It was something you learnt to do when you lived in New York.

"Club 35 please" Blair asked. It was currently the hottest place in New York, The place to be seen. Naturally, that would be were Blair would go.

She looked out the window, people watching, something very interesting to do in New York. There was a proud grandmother showing off her new grandchild to the other grandmothers crowded around her. Loser. Who would want to be a grandmother or even a mother? She felt sorry for anyone that was one. She also felt sorry for that baby, especially if she inherited her grandmother's looks genes. It was a miracle someone even had a child with that old lady.

Another girl, about sixteen was walking around, a headband in her hair. A headband? Please even Blair had outgrown that, she had a bonfire at her Hampton's house where she burnt her massive headband collection. Every single one of them was now Ash. Her hair was now headband free and had been for three months.

A guy was also there with his friends. They were all laughing and high fiving each other. Probably had just gone to a bar and there fake ID had been believed so they got a keg of beer. Congratulations. She hopes they have fun and whatever lame party they were attending, they defiantly weren't going to the same one as her.

There walking beside her on the pathway were a couple. They didn't look to old, about twenty-six, twenty-seven? They were holding hands and smiling walking together. Looking down at there entwined hands Blair spotted a big shiny ring on her finger that stood out amongst the rest. It definitely wasn't a wedding ring. Happy couple were engaged. To be married. Heading towards there gravestone. Blair wasn't ready, didn't feel mature enough for a serious relationship. The whole idea of it now made her feel sick. She could barely even think about things like that anymore, or talking to any of her old friends from high school, who thought of her as the perfect queen, the one who always got her way. She wasn't the queen anymore though, she wasn't even the princess. All she did was party. And that life was fine for her.

Blair stepped outside of the taxi throwing the driver a couple of twenty dollar bills. She had officially overpaid him, way more than she should have but who cares.

"Keep the change" She replied walking away and heading towards the door.

"Blair" The doorman called seeing her. Showed you how much she came here, she could just skip the queue and walk strait to the front.

"Thanks Jake" She said seductively brushing her hand through his hair.

"No problem" He smirked watching as her ass moved through the door.

Loud Music played inside and it was a vision of black, with little silhouettes dancing around.

"Hey beautiful" A voice whispered into her ear. She turned around and saw a man standing there. He had short Black hair and was a lot taller than her. He was completely unrecognizable.

"Do I know you?" She asked smirking.

"No" He told her raising his eyebrows slightly "But maybe we could change that" He told her.

"Nah, I don't go for guys who use stupid lines like that" Blair smirked.

"Do you go for guys who buy you drinks?" He asked wrapping his hand around her waist and guiding her towards the bar.

"I guess I do then" Blair smiled walking towards the bar with his arm still securely round her waist. His hand slipped down a little, caressing her ass but soon they were at the bar on the barstools. He removed his hand from there.

"A beer and..." He began waiting for Blair to finish the sentence for him.

"A scotch on rocks" Blair ordered for herself.

"Really? I figured a classy girl like you would prefer champagne or something" He asked.

"Guess I've got no class then" Blair said downing her scotch as soon as it came. "I'll have another" She told the bartender.

"Another?" The guy asked shocked.

"Why not? It's on you isn't it?" She smirked.

"I guess" He replied. "So, what's your name?" He asked.

"Blair" She told him.

"Blair..." He asked her waiting for her to tell him her last name.

"I'm not gonna tell you my last name, at least not till you tell me your first name" Blair said, arching her eyebrows and downing more scotch.

"Luke Grey" He told her. "Now are you going to tell me your last name?"

"No" Blair replied.

"So you're a mystery, am I gonna be able to figure you out?" Luke asked. He placed his hand on her thigh and started pushing it upwards, stroking her leg.

"I'm pretty easy to get into, you know what I mean" Blair whispered into his ear. Luke smirked pushing his hand upwards slightly raising her dress.

"Care to dance with me?" He asked standing up and holding his hand out to her.

"Sure" Blair said finishing her scotch. He grabbed onto her petite wrist and pulled her up and towards the dance floor. Their bodies were so close they were nearly touching. Blair moved forward making sure they were wrapping her arms around him. As soon as the song ended and a new one came on they walked over to a table that had just been left.

Luke leaned down and kissed Blair. It was a good kiss, but Blair had had better. It was nothing, meaningless, and at this point in time, Blair's life seemed to be the same thing.

"Do you want to finish this at my apartment?" He whispered huskily into her ear. Blair nodded as he guided her through the crowds, out of the club and into a Taxi.


Blair woke up the next morning not feeling too good. She looked next to her to find the guy from last night, what was his name. Liam? Duke? She couldn't remember. Oh well she thought as she got up from his bed and grabbed her clothes which were thrown across the room. She shoved them over her naked body. Her hair which was perfect last night was a mess with little strands flying everywhere and barely any hair still in the ponytail. One of her earrings was missing and she guessed she didn't have it when she came into the apartment. Oh well. Her make-up was smudged all down her face.

Blair walked into the bathroom splashing her face with water trying to get it off. Once she looked, somewhat presentable, Blair grabbed her bag checking she had everything she had packed in it last night and walked out of the apartment, trying to avoid whatever people there were. She was a lot more confident with whom she was now, but she still didn't want to look like some hooker.

Blair stepped into the fresh air and light outside looking outside and around for some clue to where she was. Perfect. She was in Brooklyn. Her absolute favourite place on earth. She quickly hailed a taxi stepping in and giving the address of her apartment to the driver. She checked the time on her phone. It was eleven thirty. Great, Serena was picking her up in about an hour and they were going shopping.

Blair felt completely dizzy and was thrilled when she managed to get the whole way from Brooklyn to her apartment without throwing up. She tossed the Cab driver a fifty knowing that she hadn't overpaid him that much this time. He probably lived in Brooklyn anyway. He needed the money. Blair ran upstairs unlocking the door to her apartment and running strait to the bathroom. She fell foreword vomiting into the toilet bowl. She felt soft hands lift the fallen hair off of her neck and behind her. This was slightly embarrassing.

As soon as she was done with vomiting she stood up and went to the sink brushing her teeth. The person who had held up her hair had now gone into the living room and Blair had heard the door shutting. Blair walked out to find Serena sitting on the white sofa waiting for her.

"Thanks" Blair smiled wiping her mouth with a towel.

"You did it for me before" Serena reminded her with a sickening sweet smile. Blair fake smiled back and walked into her ensuite bathroom stripping down and getting into the shower. A few minutes later she got out and put on some hot pants with a halter neck top. Blair redid her make-p still wearing plenty of eyeliner but saving the smoky eyes for later. She shoved on a pair of sandals and walked out to meet Serena who was still waiting for her.

"Took your time B" Serena laughed waiting for her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Blair said quickly shrugging it off. She grabbed her purse and followed Serena out the door.

"So, hangover this morning?" Serena asked for an explanation whilst looking at the clothes in Barneys.

"Oh, Yeah I was at a party last night" Blair told her picking up a short black dress.

"Really, cos you seem to be at one every night" Serena reminded her.

"Even If I am it's none of your business" Blair shrugged trying to get Serena to leave it.

"I'm worried about you B; you know I'm here if you need to talk" Serena wrapped her arm around her friend trying to comfort her although Blair quickly pushed it off.

"I'm fine" Blair demanded storming out of the store. At least she tried.


Blair slipped on her short tight Black dress and fixed her make-up. This time her eyes were gold and she'd just let her hair fall down. There was no point tying it up, it would just end up a mess again. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door off to the nearest club.


So what did you think? Different from my other stories but should I continue? Please review xoxo