Summary: The non-judging breakfast club, all in kindergarten. Blair's favorite color is yellow, but maybe one day it will be red. Chuck/Blair. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own GG. If I did, do you think Chuck and Blair would have had such a poor ending?
Colors
When Blair was young, a child untainted, her favorite color was yellow. All she wanted was yellow. Yellow dresses, yellow bows, yellow shoes, a yellow backpack. Her first ever headband – her trademark accessory – was a brilliant, sunny shade of yellow. It was a gift from Nate, a kid in her kindergarten class whom she clung to with every ounce of herself. The headband itself was really from his mother, but it was close enough, she supposed. Mrs. Archibald had told her that, "Every girl ought to have her own headband" and passed it along to Blair.
Her collection started then.
Blair wore her yellow headband as often as possible, even when it did not match her outfit. Her mother hissed at her morning after morning, "Take that silly thing off your head. I will not have a daughter who does not know how to coordinate!"
Blair's mother, Eleanor Waldorf, was a fashion designer and had aspirations for her young daughter to one day follow in her footsteps.
Blair hid her patent yellow headband in her golden yellow backpack everyday from then on and placed it on her head when she arrived to school. She wondered curiously if Nate ever noticed she always wore the headband that had come from him – because honestly that was why she wore it. It was yellow and it was from Nate and she loved it dearly.
She resented everything that wasn't yellow or somehow related to Nate.
The first day of first grade, another boy she knew – Chuck Bass – approached her. He had darker hair than Nate's and darker eyes. Blair had heard he could be somewhat mean to kids, but he had always been sweet to her. The young boy with his brows furrowed reached inside his own backpack and removed a red headband, complete with a bow.
Chuck spoke, and Blair noted with a frown how his voice was different than Nate's.
"This is for you. I thought you might like it." He shrugged his shoulders, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Blair scoffed. "It's red." The words spat from her mouth with harshness.
Chuck nodded. "Red is my favorite color."
"I like yellow," she replied haughtily.
"Yellow isn't the only color out there," the boy attempted quietly. He handed her the headband, despite her six-year-old menacing glare.
Blair flipped her hair over her shoulder as Chuck walked away, eyes downcast and hands stuffed into his pockets.
Blair adjusted the yellow band on her head, combed her fingers through her hair, and lifted her chin high into the air. She contemplated throwing the poor red headband on the ground but decided against it. It was pretty, even if she didn't like red. Maybe her best friend Serena would want it.
But she didn't give the headband to Serena. She didn't even mention it to her. Blair kept it for herself. Perhaps one day she would accept another color – red, perhaps – into her life. Red did have its fine points, she conceded with herself. Roses, her mother's lipstick, and the blush on Blair's cheeks when she thought of the boy with darker eyes: all were red.
As Blair walked to class, she felt the heaviness of her new red headband weighing in her backpack – a reminder of the boy with chestnut hair and wide, dark eyes.
fin.
Sorry it's so short. I wrote it in Creative Writing. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are greatly appreciated.