Spotted: B and C sharing a cigarette outside of Plant. Hmmm... Could it be that our good girl's getting over the boy?
You Know You Love Me,
xoxo Gossip Girl

10 years ago...

" Where did you go for thanksgiving, Chuck?" Even as an eight year old, Blair Waldorf knew how to make guests feel at ease. Perfect little hostess, just like her mother, and Chuck didn't know what to make of it. Blair shook her brown curls and felt at her hair ribbon, making sure it was straight.
" I went to Paris with my father and his new friend Tiffany and Nanny. Except I didn't see Dad and Tiffany much, but Nanny took me to a candy store, and I had a chocolate bonbon. It was very good."
Serena got up on Blair's four poster bed and began bouncing about, looking down on Blair and Chuck sitting on the carpet with a big smile on her face.
Blair giggled and crawled up on the bed herself to commence bouncing herself, but she bumped the edge of the bed and slithered back to the floor with a pout on her face. Little Nate came out of the bathroom, rubbing his freshly washed hands on his jeans. When he saw Serena on the bed, Nate's eyes lit up and he crawled over the headboard to start jumping in time with Serena, who burst into fresh giggling.
Sitting next to Chuck, Blair crossed her arms, clearly upset, " Come down and sit with me Nate!'
" I'm... jumping... with... Serena..."
" I'm sitting with you, Blair," Chuck offered.
She pulled a pouty face and looked at Chuck appreciatively.

... And now

She leaned up against the brick exterior of the nameless nightclub and fumbled in her bag for a cigarette. When she was truly stressed, she could count on a cigarette to make her feel at least marginally better. It was raining, and the street was dark and gloomy around her. Her Louis Vuitton tote nearly fell open as she searched for her Capris.
" Fuck!" She set the thin white stick, what her mother called cancer-in-a-carton, in her pouty red mouth as her book of hotel matches drop into a puddle.
" Fucking Fuck!"
" Here." She caught a glimpse of scarf fringe in the corner of her eye and a steady flame danced in the front of her.
Her eyes dragged past a pair of black leather boots, immaculately cut gray jeans, and a black leather jacket flanked with a monogrammed scarf. They settled on a smirking face with sparkling brown eyes. Chuck Bass.
" Jerk." She leaned forwards and breathed in deeply as he chuckled.
" Such language! What would your mother say?" Chuck leaned and crashed against the wall next to her, " I always liked it when you were bad."
" Go to hell, Chuck. Can't you just leave me alone for five minutes?"
" I guess not. Why did you leave the party?"
" Guess why." She looked him straight in the eye.

" Nate! Nate!" Blair Waldorf had woven through the crowd looking for a glimpse of her ex. He had promised to be here and that they could talk.
" Blair! Over here!" Kati and Isabel waved from the bar, holding out a peach Bellini for Blair.
She craned her neck and finally, finally caught the eye of her chiseled ex across the dance floor. She waved and saw an expression of horror cross his face as Blair saw a blond head lean against Nate's shoulder as a slow dance came on.
She needed to get out of here.

Blair Waldorf had always had her whole world worked out. Graduate high school, go to Yale, move in with Nate in a gorgeous brownstone, have a dream wedding, and a little girl named Grace and little boy named Nate jr., and then live happily after ever. The end. She wanted a fairytale.
And now her fairytale was all ruined. Nate and she had broken up, and she had lost her virginity in the back of a limo with... ugh... Chuck Bass. And, to top it all off, her stress was literally making her sick. She couldn't take it anymore.

" Nate again?" He asked, his eyes boring into hers, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
She rolled her eyes, " You're a genius."
" I figured it was either that of Serena and her dork. Made me sick."
She gave a token laugh, " I thought nothing made you sick."
" Almost nothing."
They lapsed into silence.
" Chuck why are you here?"
" I don't know, I just saw you leave and I figured I'd try and... I don't know," His eyes averted slightly.
" Chuck, I don't want to hear it right now." She took a drag of her cigarette with shaky hands.
" Hear what?"
" You know. Butterflies," She wiggled her fingers in the air mockingly, taking a quick drag of her cigarette.
" I wasn't..."
" Remember what we agreed. No more talking about it. It didn't happen, right?"
" Yeah, yeah, right."
" I didn't mean to be mean. I just... I'm still upset about Nate."
" Yeah, I know..." He flipped his scarf over his shoulder and stepped out from under the awning, " I gotta go do some stuff."

She breaks my heart, every damn time. What the hell is wrong with me?
He stalked up the street and his limo appeared as if by magic on the curb and the driver rolled down the windows.
" Need anything Mr. Bass?"
" No, James, I'm just gonna walk."
" Are you sure?"
Are you sure?
" Yeah."
He walked up the street slowly as the rain drizzled on and off.
What the hell is the matter with her? Nate's all wrong for her.
" What, and you're right?"
Well... no... not really, but...
" Admit it."
Admit what?
He stomped the ground angrily, stepping hard in a puddle as water splashed all over his $300 jeans.
" Fuck."
I love her. But she loves Nathanial.
Bastard.
That's all she's ever wanted. A shining knight, a pink castle, unicorns, and perfect kids, someone to make everything perfect. A happy ending.
But what about a happy ending for Chuck?

Why am I hanging around in the rain out here,
Trying to pick up a girl?
Why are my eyes filling up with these lonely tears,
When there are girls all over the world?

- Whole Wide World, by Wreckless Eric.