Hello all reading this. This is my first fanfiction. This is a one-shot. It takes place immediately following The Snowflake Ball, in "It's a Wonderful Lie." Nate does not get back together with Vanessa though.

The Habitats We Can't Break

Blair stepped out of the elevator, thankful to be home. The cold air did something to her, and she found that she desperately needed to think, evaluate things. She took off her heels, and tried to make her way up the stairs without walking anyone up. Dorota was a light sleeper though, and instantly woke up. She rushed to Blair.

"Miss Blair! You are home so late!"

"Yeah, I know," Blair replied, without emotion. She really wanted to just be alone. Why couldn't anyone understand that?

"How was it Miss Blair? Did Chuck like his date? Did you win the bet? Please tell me I am not going to be working for Mister Chuck!"

"No, Dorota you won't. Now if you don't mind, I'll be going to my room now," Blair replied, making it clear that she was going to be going to her room, whether Dorota liked it or not.

"Of course Miss Blair."

Blair nodded to her, and as gracefully as she could, raced up the steps, to the safety of her bedroom. Blair reached her destination, and closed the door after her. She carefully took off her dress. If she ripped it, she knew her mother would be upset with her. Not that her mother really needed an excuse to be upset with her, their relationship was as fragile as glass. Blair stepped out of her dress, and took a moment to admire it. It was so perfect, how she wished her life could be. Blair laughed to herself, perfection was unachievable.

She walked across her room, to her huge closet. She decided to put her dress in the very back of her closest. It couldn't be near the front, it reminded her of him. Blair stepped into the black depths of her wardrobe, and found several outfits. They were strategically placed. They all had something to do with a certain man-whore in her entourage. She found the ugly, light green dress she wore during the night she and Nate had broken up. That was the night she had lost it to him. Blair also found the beautiful, short black dress from her seventeenth birthday, when he told her he had butterflies, fluttering just for her. She saw the flowery, pink dress she wore to Lily's wedding to Bart. That was when he announced that, "In the face of true life, you don't just give up." Blair couldn't take it anymore, this was too much. Her brown eyes started to water. How dare he make her feel like this! Her sadness started to turn into rage, extreme rage. She ripped all of the dresses out of their hangers, and violently threw them to the floor. She put the dress in her hands on top of that pile. This was it, the breaking point. She couldn't just put on her poker face, and see what he would do. She was pulling all of her cards out of the table.

Blair sat on top of her pile of discarded clothes, and sobbed uncontrollably . For the loss of the person that she was, for the loss of them. They could never make it work. The crappy versions of them at the dance could. And the reason? Because they weren't them.

They just weren't meant to be. Blair wiped her eyes. She had much work to do if her life was ever going to get back on truck. She had to approach her life in a business-like fashion. Blair put all the dresses back on the hangers in the very back of her closet. She put on a nightgown, and closed her walk in closet. She decided that the tears she cried in there, would never be known to another soul, especially him. Blair walked over to her phone, and dialed an all to familiar number.

"Nate, it's Blair…."