A/N: This fic starts in the middle of the second Gossip Girls book.
Blair couldn't believe Nate; he had been such a jerk to her today. Why does he like that Freshman anyway, thought Blair. Blair took off he Burberry scarf as it snagged on her Tiffany ring.
"Dammit!" Blair cursed
As she finally, after repeated tugging, unsnagged her scarf a fuzz of blue wool stuck in the rings prongs. Blair could hear her mom talk to Cyrus in the kitchen. They were probably feasting on delicious strawberries because you could hear Cyrus undefined jaw smash together. Blair walked in,
"Oh Blair I just finished the final preparations for the wedding," said Claire
"And guess what Cyrus has come up with the most hilarious idea, sense the wedding is right near Thanksgiving, what about turkey?" commented Claire, gagging on the strawberry that had been before in between her blouse and mouth. Now, she laughed it was on the floor. Blair could hardly wait until tonight, a whole night with Nate to rekindle their love; he had seemed so zoned out lately around her when she asked him what was wrong he got mad. Blair pranced into her room. The crimson velvet duvet was crinkled on the floor along with an assortment of Blair's cloths. Going to her bathroom she found a picture of her and Nate in the Virgin Islands last summer. Nate looked so happy his glossy blond hair was ruffled from the salt water, along with his favorite shorts torn across the knee. Why did Nate not care for her gifts or outreaching love, if only her knew how lucky he was to have her. Blair decided to change, summer was nearly upon them in New York and her cloths began to make her sweat. Slipping into some Desil jeans and a sheer cotton top, she was finally ready. As Blair looked down into her closet she saw her shoes staring back at her. Looking at her bare feet she had to decide. All of her boots looked to trendy for to night so she was satisfied with pink, kitty heel Mango shoes, they seemed like summer. The shoes clicked on the dark hard wood floor of her room as she made her way to the bathroom. Blair's brown hair fell at her shoulders, layers to her face, framing her high cheekbones. Smearing on some Stila lip-gloss and a bit of blush she was good to go.
At the suites lobby she waited for Nate but he never seemed to come. Blair accepted that Nate must have made planes with the boys and forgot to call her. As Blair stepped out side the crisp night air met her raw cheeks. Wishing she had brought a coat she dashed into Barney's. She didn't know what she would do with out Barney's down to her favorite creams and lotions to the comforting smell she knew she was home. Riding up the escalator the stores new display of winter snowflakes danced around her head. Each one a single individual work of art, slowly showing the world their charm and beauty. The plush carpet of the young lady's section beckoned Blair to take off her sore shoes. Fine metal hangers held boutique like things, precise to every little detail down to the ribbon on the jog suit. Gazing up to look across the store her hazel landed on a boys with dark hair laughing as a salesman who held up a horrendous pair of pants. Within seconds her gaze was met in a single glance. Turning to step on the escalator those same deep brown eyes met with hers for a full on stare.