It was the first day of kindergarten at Constance Billard/ St. Jude's. Trust fund tots were pulling up by the dozen in town cars and limos. Out of a certain sleek black stretch stepped Bart Bass and his son, Chuck.
"Well, son, this is goodbye." Bart said, eager to get back into the limo.
"Aren't you going to walk me to class, Father?" Chuck asked.
"No. That won't be necessary." Bart quipped, then bent down to adjust Chuck's lavender bowtie. "And stop wearing so much purple. You know I hate that color." With that, Bart left the young Bass, alone and afraid on his first day of school.
"We're here, Blair-Bear!" Harold Waldorf cried as their town car pulled up to the school.
"Harold, calm down! You're more excited than Blair is." Eleanor snapped, grabbing the bridge of her nose. Her ongoing migraine was becoming increasingly worse as each second passed. The car came to a stop.
"I'm scared!" Blair whimpered. "What if no one likes me?"
"Relax, Blair. How could anyone not like you? You're a Waldorf!" Harold exclaimed. "Besides, you have Serena and all of your little party friends."
"That's true. At least I know Serena likes me. "
They got out of the car and Blair smoothed out lavender frock and fixed her pearl headband.
"Say, Harold, isn't that Charles, Bart Bass's son?" Eleanor asked, spotting poor Chuck standing on the steps, alone and too scared to go in.
"Why, I think it is…Why is he by himself? Whataya say, Blair? Should we go walk in with him?"
Blair nodded.
"Hello Charles. What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Eleanor asked.
"My father said it wasn't necessary for him to walk me in. But I don't want to go in anyways." Chuck answered, looking at Eleanor. Then his eyes shifted over to Blair, hiding behind her father's leg. He had seen plenty of girls in his life. It seemed like his father brought home a new one every day. Chuck Bass was most definitely not the type of little boy to believe in cooties. And here she was with her bright brown eyes, shiny chestnut hair, and ruby red lips, the most beautiful girl he'd seen yet.
"Well, Charles, you remember our daughter Blair, right?" Chuck nodded, although he couldn't recall initially meeting her. He figured if he did, he definitely would've remembered.
"Hi, Charles." Blair said.
"Chuck."
"Okay. Hi, Chuck."
"It's nice to see you again, Blair."
"Would you like to walk in with us?" Blair asked. Again, Chuck could merely nod, dumbfounded. With Blair's parents trailing along shortly behind, they began to talk.
"I like your bowtie."
"Thank you. I like your dress."
"We're matching!" Blair exclaimed. They both looked at each other. Sure enough, his bowtie was the same lavender as her dress.
"My father got mad at me for wearing purple. He hates purple. I don't know why." Chuck said, sadly.
"I love the color purple. It's the color of royalty. I want to be a queen someday." Chuck smiled and silently decided that purple was his favorite color too. He'd wear it everyday if it got her to like him.
"Do you really think you'll be a queen? Like ruling countries and stuff?" he asked.
"Well, maybe not a country right away. I'll start small, like ruling the school. Will you help me"
"Sure."
"Do you promise?" she held out her pinky finger. Chuck stared at it. Even her pinky was perfect.
"Chuck!" Blair quipped, snapping him out of it.
"Huh?"
"Do you promise you'll help me become queen?"
"Yes. I promise." And with that, they crossed their pinkies and forged an unbreakable vow in the way that only kindergartners do before they stepped into their classroom. Chuck vowed to make Blair queen, and he was going to do whatever it took to make it happen.
