Sadly, I do not own any of the gossip girl characters.

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Seven year old Blair Waldorf was excited for her eighth birthday party, in which she invited her whole class. And what excited her even more was that Nate Archibald had reserved his invitation within the first twenty-four hours. But he hadn't been the first, or the second. Actually, he had been the third person to reserve his spot at the party, because Serena had been second, and surprisingly, the first had been Chuck Bass. Blair had hated Chuck so much since the first day she had met him and he had purposely tripped her into the sandbox. She hadn't cried, because crying was for the weak, but she had yelled at him for a good couple minutes and pulled his scarf off his suit and stomped on it before running off to the bathroom to cry in private.

There was no true theme this year for her party, but she would be the princess like her father had predicted, wearing a gold dress and a rose clip in her hair. She was going to be Belle, from Beauty and the Beast, her favorite princess movie. No one knew that, not even her mother who believed that Cinderella was better because she received all the attention and that the princess was blond. Blair adored Belle because though even she wasn't the most popular princess, she fell for the prince with the true heart and the one who may not have been the nicest.

And the Beast could be compared to Chuck Bass, not that she would admit it.

Blair giggled at her reflection in the mirror before making sure that her gold crown was settled nicely on her brown locks. The gold dress she was wearing was perfect too, and her mother had even made it special for her. A knock on the door entered her thoughts and she pranced over to the door and opened it, smiling at her father.

"Ready to see your friends, Blair Bear?" he asked, smiling at his young daughter. She nodded as she grabbed his hand tightly and walked down the staircase. Blair's eyes wandered the crowd, searching for a familiar head of gold locks, but alas, the boy wasn't there. But the overexcited blond pranced over to the brunette and hugged the petite body. Blair laughed as she hugged Serena van der Woodsen back tightly.

"Happy birthday Bee!" Serena said before letting go and allowing her friend to breathe again. Blair laughed.

"Thanks S! Do you like my dress? My mommy made it just for me!"

"Of course! It's the bestest out of everyone's here! You're the princess of the party." And that was what Blair Waldorf was aiming for as the music began and echoed through the busy halls of the penthouse. But Nate still hadn't arrived at the party, and Serena knew that because she too was waiting for the golden boy. So the blond dragged her best friend to the dance floor.

They danced and danced and danced, always the center of attention. Blair, though, didn't dance with Serena during the slow songs, or anyone for that matter, determined that the first slow dance she would dance would be with Nate. Even if he wasn't here yet. And then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Blair turned around, hoping that it would be Nate.

"Hey Blair. Happy birthday!" his blue eyes shinned and Blair almost squealed with delight. Nate was finally here. And he was about to ask her to dance, she could tell just by the way he pursed his lips as though he was about to say something. And he did. "Do you know where Serena is?"

Her heart dropped a hundred feet. He wanted to see Serena? Not the birthday girl? Blair wanted to burst into tears. "She's over by the chips." She said and he nodded before turning around and running in the direction of the food. Wasn't he supposed to be excited to see her and not her best friend?

Blair watched as the golden crown ran into the crown and disappeared, off to find the blond that had captured his attention for the time being. She felt like she was abandoned in the middle of the dance floor at her eighth birthday. So she did the only thing her simple mind could comprehend: run away. And Waldorf's never ran away. Sure, they pranced or glided, but Blair felt as though everyone was watching her that all she wanted to do was run. But what she didn't know was that a pair of brown eyes had watched her been rejected and also watched as she fled from the scene. And then those eyes and that body followed.

Her body shuddered as silent sobs escaped her lips. Of course, perfect beautiful, blond, amazing, fun Serena got whatever she wanted while the brunette with the simple looks and the talented mind watched as everything came easy to the best friend. Blair knew that most likely she would always live in her friend's shadow, and she hated that.

A knock on the door stopped Blair in mid sniffle. Who would notice that poor lowly Blair Waldorf would be alone in her room? But she got up from her bed, wiped her eyes and opened the door.

"Happy birthday Blair," the eight year old Chuck Bass said, his trademark smirk already perfected and on his face. Blair's lips twitched slightly and tears were in her eyes. She had hoped it was Nate, and Chuck could tell she wasn't happy. "I brought your present and some cake."

He said the magic words: Presents and Cake. Blair immediately opened the door all the way and grabbed the cake from his hands and bounced back to her bed, the sadness forgotten. Sure, she hated the fool but come on! It was cake and a present. Chuck let out a small laugh as he followed her, watching her every movement before sitting next to her on the bed.

"Thanks for the cake" she said as she finished the plate and placed it beside her on the bedside table. She sat eagerly for the present. Chuck knew this, but was taunting her.

"You look like Belle." He said, smiling. Blair blushed.

"I was trying to. I have the movie up here, do you wanna watch it with me?" she asked, not really thinking about what she was saying. He nodded eagerly, knowing that even though he was a boy watching a princess movie, he would do anything with Blair. Anything in the whole wide world.

So the two got comfortable next to each other, and with each predictable scary moment, Blair snuggled closer in Chuck's arm. Just when it was about to be the part where Belle and the Beast danced, Chuck paused the movie. It was late now, the echoes of the classmates thinning.

"Would you like to dance?"

And she would, so while Belle and the Beast danced to Mrs. Potts singing, so did Chuck and Blair. Chuck took her first slow dance. And little eight years old Blair repaid him with a kiss on the lips, taking each others first kiss, whether they knew it or not.

So by the end of the night, Chuck watched Blair sleep, her arms wrapped around the brown teddy bear he had gotten her and the 2000 dollar bracelet on her wrist. He was hers and he would make sure that he would be the first for everything for her.

But for now, Chuck Bass was content with sleeping next to Blair Waldorf's petite body and teddy bear (name Chip) for the night. And in the morning, there would be yelling, but he was happy that he had spent the best birthday with Blair all by himself.

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Ok, so this was my first EVER gossip girl fanfic. So review, although I'm not begging. I just wanna know if I portrayed the characters to their full extent. And maybe if I get enough, I'll make another chapter of Belle and the Beast, when they're older or something. But I'll settle for this, so I hope you enjoyed it XD