The taller they are, the further they fall
A/N: This is set after the last episode, the Serena also rises and this is just how I envision Blair contemplating their friendship right now.
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If that's the type of friend Blair supposedly was to Serena, then that was the friend Serena was going to get.
When Serena first left Blair, Nate and Chuck to themselves, the brunette didn't step out of her room for two days. She couldn't. A life without Serena wasn't really a life, because now Blair didn't have anyone to balance out her organisation and predictability. Serena did. She was spontaneous, wild, always making new memories whether they were good or bad.
Blair was the pretty, intelligent one.
Serena was the gorgeous one. She had brains, but of course in most situations she rarely required them. She coasted by on good looks, charm and the type of cool you don't acquire by buying the latest Jimmy Choos or Hermes birkin bag. The one who turned heads, the one who gave people something to talk about.
She certainly turned Nate's head. Blair hated that part the most.
Blair worked for what she had. She worked to keep Nate focused, she worked for her grades and she even had to work for her mothers love.
Sometimes she thinks that her friendship with Serena isn't really a friendship. Because most of the time, they don't love each other the way best friends do. It's not a case of loving each other; it's a case of needing each other in their lives to make it work.
Blair was the Queen and she had worked for that, too.
The planets aligned just to please Serena.
Then there was the Nate debacle.
Of course, Blair had tried to keep him focused on her but you don't forget people like Serena. She remembers; they were sixteen. Serena was gone and Blair, Nate and Chuck had to content themselves with staying over at Nate's townhouse, smoking and drinking. There was nothing else really worth doing. They could throw a party, but Serena was usually the life and soul of those. Blair would have to tidy up the mess.
"I miss Serena. A lot." Nate groaned as if he'd injured himself physically.
"Yeah. You're not alone." Blair replied solemnly. Because it was true, she missed her deep down. When your best friend leaves, you don't just get over it. Even if it does mean you have Nate Archibald all to yourself.
"She'll be back." Chuck sipped his scotch. "S belongs here." He added, forever knowing everything.
The person who didn't belong here right now though to Blair, was Chuck.
"Natie and I are going to see a movie." She announced to the boys. "Chuck, why don't you go find Kati and Isabelle and have a sleepover or something." She smirked. Nate shot Chuck a pleading look.
Chuck shrank away into the elevator and left. He missed their old foursome, something about Nate, Blair and himself in a room just seemed…off.
Now things were no different. B and S were basically divorced. And we all know who would win Nate. Blair was left with the same tightness in her chest, lump in her throat and hollow in her lungs as she was a year ago.
No more tears.
Blair wasn't going to be bitter anymore, even though she had every right too. Maybe this was for the better. Maybe they needed another break from each other, if anything, to realize all over again just how much they need each other.
Serena was always the taller girl. And we all know, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Blair pulled out her Fendi shoebox, the safe which she stored mementos of her and Serena's friendship, the girl she would always love, the girl she would always hate.
There are people who make the mess and those who pick up the pieces.
Blair isn't sure if she'll be there this time.
Stability was never really in their equation, was it?