Um, this is just a small scenario that had been playing out in my head for quite some time. So I just thought that I'd keep my sanity intact by writing it down.

Disclaimer - Don't own GG.


She walks out of class trembling ever so slightly but looking picture perfect. She holds her head high on her slender neck and walks. In the hallway and courtyard, people whip out their phones and look at Gossip Girl's vindictive little message. They stare at her and snigger and though she's trying to be strong and she's come dressed with in all her favorite fashions to feel invincible, she feels herself breaking. Cracking little by little as her perfect mask begins to slip.

The sniggers get louder and there are whispers accompanying it and maybe if she tries hard enough, she'll drown out all the cattiness that has always been second nature to her.

Chuck has once again left and this time he left her stranded for good. And the Queen B has fallen from her pedestal of perfection. To humans there's nothing more entertaining than the descent of someone into humiliation and despair. It's just the way our psyches' are structured. We all enjoy it when someone so perfect suddenly has a whole lot of flaws dogging every step she takes.

She can't even call on Serena for support because Serena is with Nate and she really doesn't want to be a part of this triangle that she Nate and Serena eventually always become because Nate is as fickle as the summer breezes that blow and can never make up his mind about who he loves, Serena or Blair. Also maybe it's time Serena stopped falling down with her and picking her up.

She sees Nelly and Hazel and Penelope and they look like they don't know her. Of course they don't, because they never really have bothered. And there's a look in their eyes which says, you never were perfect. Liar, liar, liar.

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The mask has finally slipped and a tear rolls down her eye. She can see little J standing in the crowd and watching her, pity in her eyes. That is not what she wants but when she does see that she breaks some more and the tears the fall onto her ruffled silk shirt and just twinkle in the sunlight mocking her.

Suddenly the crowd parts and someone steps through and guides her away from everyone. She feels like she's having an out of body experience when she sees that the person is Dan Humphrey, Lonely Boy himself steering her away from the crowds and towards the washrooms. He doesn't look at her and she doesn't look at him and she just finds herself going quietly because quite frankly, she's lost the will to fight anything.

Looks like Chuck finally got what he wanted. He broke her and left the pieces behind.

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He gently pushes her into the wash room and she stares at herself in the mirror. This isn't Blair Waldorf, only a pale shadow of her former self. She splashes water on her face and wipes it dry. She takes out her lipstick, carefully applies it, and retouches her face and eyes and looks back into the mirror, slightly satisfied.

This is Blair Waldorf, of the elusive perfection and unattainable beauty.

Maybe Chuck just hasn't broken her yet. She picks up her bag and lifts her heart from the soles of her feet where it currently is resting and she shoves it back in. She's a Waldorf and she will survive. It's been ingrained from birth by those head bands she wears, symbolizing her invisible crown. She's the queen, former or present it doesn't it matter. All she knows is that, royalty always make dignified exits regardless of the circumstances. And she's a Waldorf, Upper East Side royalty from birth. Of course she'll make a dignified exit that people won't forget.

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She walks out and there's Dan patiently waiting for her. She doesn't look at him but simply hooks her arm through his and together they walk into the courtyard and the whole crowd goes silent. Guess they don't get to see her crash and burn after all. She smiles a small smile at Serena, nods at J, her successor and moves a little closer to Dan.

Maybe she's not going to be picking up the pieces alone after all.

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