My Re-written/Re-vamped/Re-freshed version of A New Blair. I hope you enjoy!

Revelation

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Blair stared at the unopened bottle of wine in front of her. Contemplating whether or not to open it. Breaking her focus she stood and took in her surroundings. Her once beautiful apartment now seemed empty and dull, which possibly had something to do with the fact that she was now it's only inhabitant. She opened the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass; her fifth in the last hour.

As Blair staggered across her apartment, she was almost unrecognisable as the girl she once was. Half crying, half laughing, Blair looked at her couch, remembering the time Chuck told her we wanted to have a baby with her. She was so happy, but at the same time so scared at what he was telling her. At the time she felt like her life was a fairy tale. But that is exactly what it was, a fairy tale; too good to be true.

It may have had something to do with the fact that she was slightly drunk, or possibly that she was sick of suppressing her feelings, Blair finally allowed herself to assess her situation. Like a religious revelation, Blair had an epiphany; or something close to it. Her whole life she had only ever lived to impress. To impress her mother and father, whose love she so greatly yearned, to impress her friends, to impress Yale, to impress society. But really the person she needed to impress was herself; to be good enough for herself. All she ever wanted was to have a perfect life, which consisted of, aesthetically pleasing surroundings the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends, the perfect family, the perfect clothes, a perfect penthouse, and a college degree from Yale of course. But she was done with that Blair; she wanted to be a new one. This Blair would be born tonight.

The past six months spent in a state of depression and alcoholism were going to end here in her apartment tonight. Gone would be the days of drinking away her feelings. With that she emptied her glass of wine, as well as the rest of that bottle. She would have liked to de-clutter her apartment there and then, but she was so tipsy that she could barely walk; it was a wonder she could even think coherently. Thus, she put herself to bed instead.

Whilst she lay in bed, Blair began to devise a 'To Do' list of the essential steps she would need to take to get her life back together. Firstly of course, she needed to sober up, which she decided she would do as soon as the effects of the current alcohol in her system wore off. And then she would need to find a job, because she just couldn't bear being supported by her parents any more, and besides, she is a college graduate. There were other steps on her list, but by the morning those had been forgotten.

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Blair woke the next morning to an almighty headache. Usually she would allow herself to stay in bed on mornings such as these, but today was different. She felt different; she wanted it to be different. Although it almost killed her to do so, she pulled herself out of bed, and went to have a shower. Usually when Blair had been drinking she wouldn't remember much from the night before, this was why she would do it. However this morning, as she stood under the hot steam of the shower, she couldn't help but smile as she remembered her plans from the night before. In particular, her 'To Do' list.

Blair didn't have any food in her apartment, so after showering and dressing she took herself down to her favourite café, 'Bouchon' for breakfast and some much needed coffee. Whilst waiting for her breakfast Blair had a look through the newspaper for possible jobs she could apply for. She knew it wasn't going to be easy to find a job, especially since it had been so long since she'd had a job. Because what point was there in having a job when your live with a billionaire. None the less, Blair was determined, that somewhere in New York, she would find a job for a talented journalist, such as herself.

Unsurprisingly a month later Blair was still jobless. However, in this time she had managed to sober up, completely clean her apartment, and sort out some of her emotional issues. The matter of being unemployed was however, still an issue. And this deeply concerned her.

It wasn't about the money; it was about finding herself a purpose.

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It was a Friday afternoon when Blair found herself waiting for a job interview for the Manhattan Paper. It was an interview she decided to go to on a whim. She knew she wouldn't get the job, she barely knew what this particular job would entail, but she wasn't taking any chances.

"Blair Waldorf, he's ready for you now." The receptionist called out.

Blair was incredibly nervous; her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure the entire waiting room could here it. She managed to get herself calm and collected before walking into the room.

At a first look the editor of the paper seemed nice enough, friendly even, which slightly calmed her nerves. There was nothing worth than a scary interviewer.

"John Pullman." He said whilst shaking her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Blair responded.

"Please take a seat. So…" He started, "Tell me a bit about yourself Blair. What was your childhood like?". It seemed like a strange question to ask, but Blair obliged and began to tell him about her life growing up on the Upper East Side. Surprisingly Blair, found herself speaking honestly; speaking of her childhood with out the gloss she would usually cover it with.

"This is perfect" Mr Pullman told her once she had finished her story.

"I'm sorry? What exactly do you mean?" Blair queried.

"Well this particular job entails a weekly fluff article about the lives of teenagers. What I was really looking for was someone who had grown up in New York, someone who had experienced the life here, and someone that had their fare share of heartbreaks and interesting stories. I really haven't yet interviewed anyone with adequate qualifications for this job that actually had the experience I was looking for. So Miss Waldorf, that is what I meant by; 'This is perfect'."

"Oh wow, this sound like such a great opportunity, I'm not even sure what to say" Blair managed to stutter out.

"Well all you need to say is yes Miss Waldorf" He enthusiastically told her.

"Yes to what?" she asked confused

"Yes, that you will take the job of course!"

"Of course yes! Thank you so much, you won't regret this." She told him, feeling completely overwhelmed that she had finally got a job.

"Now I should mention of course, that you will be collaborating with one of our senior writers on this column. But don't be alarmed you will have the freedom to write what you wish, this person actually grew up with kids from the Upper East Side too, so should have some similar stories." He told her.

This should have upset Blair, but it really didn't. She had thought that she would want to find a job where she would have complete freedom, but this could be a possible friendship opportunity. A friendship was something Blair could definitely do with right now, as she had few friends left from high school. Most of those bridges had been burned.

"That's great" Blair gladly told him, "when will I be able to meet my partner?" she perhaps too enthusiastically asked.

"Well I can take you round to his office now if you'd like"

"Great" she said.

As they walked Mr Pullman gave her a short rundown on her partner. "He's an excellent writer, he collaborates on many columns in the paper, and writes his own opinion piece each week."

"That's great" She replied as if on auto pilot, finding herself drowsy under the excitement of it all.

As they entered his office, Blair recognised him straight away. She couldn't help but smile at his astonished face. She, herself, was surprised at how refreshing it was to see a familiar face.

"Daniel Humphrey, it's been a while."

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