Background: So I hope this isn't too confusing, but this is started slightly after the beginning of the 'episode' I would have written. Gossip Girl has already been posting pages of Blair's diary for a while and Blair has gone to see Dan.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip girl. If I did…Chuck and Blair would be happily married, and I would have no need to be rewriting season finales

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Blair's phone beeped for what was probably the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes, indicating another Gossip Girl blast.

Blair groaned and pulled it out to see which page of her diary Gossip Girl had decided to post this time.

Great. It was a page about her mother. Well, there went that relationship.

At least Gossip Girl hadn't posted anything about Chuck yet, and she hoped it would stay that way.

She stopped herself from continuing that thought and focused on the current task at hand.

"I'm going to kill Serena" she muttered as she entered the loft.

"You're going to what?" Dan replied immediately.

"Serena. I'm going to destroy her."

"Does this have anything to do with why you stole my phone?"

"Yes. And I'm sorry about that. It's just…Gossip Girl is posting pages of my diary and it's all Serena's fault. I just didn't want you to see. "

"Oh...I see…"

"And now I'm going to make Serena pay. I'm thinking total social destruction. I'm having the minions digging for something as we speak…"

"Are you sure that's really what you want Blair?"

"Of course it is. She's the reason all my private thoughts are on display…she needs to pay for what she's done. Plus, it's been a while since I've done any major take downs."

"But wouldn't it be better to just talk to Serena?"

"No." Blair stubbornly replied.

Dan made his way towards her and placed his arms around her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Blair…c'mon…this isn't you. Serena is your best friend...you can't just…"

Blair began to tune out his words, but then processed what he was saying. She was shocked.

Who did hum-drum Humphrey think he was telling her what she was and what she wasn't?

Sure he was her boyfriend, but he clearly seemed to be forgetting who he was dating.

She was Blair Waldorf, former Queen B of Constance and the crazy bitch of the Upper East Side. Scheming and taking enemies down were the two things she happened to best at and were consequently her two favorite activities.

And that's when she realized.

She had forgotten who she was too.

All the hurt she had experienced in the past couple of months had lead her to this. And look where it had taken her…to Brooklyn? Since when did Blair Waldorf do Brooklyn?

The answer should have been never.

And maybe it still was, since the Blair that had spent countless nights in the arms of a certain Brooklynite hadn't truly been Blair Waldorf. Sure she still looked like her and still resided in the same penthouse, but that was pretty much it. This imposter was lost and weak, two things the real Blair never was.

And she realized that her quest to find herself had been completely derailed. Instead of finding herself again, she had found something safe, someone who made her feel sure that she'd never feel as low as she did at her wedding and after the car accident. He placed her so high on a pedestal that she knew he'd never cause her pain. And it was especially impossible to get your heart broken when you were with someone who didn't even have it.

But in her selfish attempt to try and to protect herself, she'd hurt the people she cared about most. Even though she was angry at Serena at the moment, she was only currently in this mess because of her own actions. Had she not dangled her relationship with the love of Serena's life directly in front of her, Blair doubted that Serena would have even scanned the diary pages in the first place. They were supposed to be sisters, and Blair had been treating her like a stranger.

Nate, she guessed she hadn't really hurt as much, but he had probably started to hate her because of how she was treating Chuck.

Chuck.

Once again, she found her thoughts coming back to him. And she didn't let herself shy away now. Out of all the people she had hurt at this point (counting the many that she had insulted in her diary), she had probably hurt him the most. It felt even worse when she knew how much he had changed himself over the past year. He was a better man now. He'd gone to therapy, tried to let her have her fairytale and even promised to love another man's child as his own. He'd changed, and he'd still loved her. And all she had done was be a heartless bitch to him in her effort to try to stop herself from being in any further pain. Thoughts of the car accident constantly rushed to her mind whenever she thought of him, and the idea of the pain that would come with losing him permanently scared her to a degree she didn't even know existed. There were countless other reasons she'd built up a barrier, but that was the primary one. As she looked back over the few months, she couldn't believe he still loved her. She didn't deserve his love. She had strung him along, made him promise to wait for, accused him of things she knew he wouldn't do anymore, constantly told him she loved him but then dangled a new man in front of him. She knew that Queen B was a bitch, but she had never, ever treated Chuck like that. How could anyone treat the love of their life like that?

And she hated herself for it, for everything she'd done since the accident. While Queen B had been a bitch, she had never been a bitch to those that she loved most, the Non-judging Breakfast Club. They had every right to judge her now though. She didn't deserve them, just like she didn't deserve Chuck.

She took another look around, becoming more and more disgusted at what she had become by the second. She didn't even know who she was anymore, and she realized that was the exact reason that she was standing there.

She may have divorced a prince, but she was still very much a Queen. It was still inside her somewhere, that girl just had to be found again.

"Blair?"

She then remembered that she had been mid-conversation with Dan.

"Oh…um…sorry…where were we?"

"I was saying social destruction isn't you"

"What do you mean it's not who I am? It's quite the opposite really."

"No. That was you in high school. You've changed since then."

"I have. And I'm just realizing that it's been for the worse"

"What do you mean? You're not a bitchy ice queen anymore…you're actually a normal human being now!"

"I am anything but normal" She spat the last word. "I am Queen B, Queen of the Upper East Side. I use people like I use tissues and am a crazy bitch. It's in the job description."

"That's not my Blair. She's down to earth and caring and…"

She cut him off before he could continue.

"That Blair was lost and is the one that lives inside your book."

She was fuming now. She couldn't believe she had let this charade go for so long. She couldn't believe she had let herself become a shell of the woman she used to be. Chuck may have told her that she was the most powerful woman he knew, but right now that couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Well, what are you trying to say here Blair? We're supposed to spend the summer together in Italy!"

"Not anymore. I'm finished here, Humphrey. We're done."

"Is this because of Chuck? I knew you shouldn't have been spending time with him alone…is he why you can't say it back?"

"It has nothing to do with Chuck, though I do love him and always will. Regardless of Chuck, how could you even expect me to say it to you though when you don't even love me for me? You love me because you think I'm Clair Carlyle. And I am not that weak woman. I'm sorry to have disturbed your fantasy Humphrey, but I think it's about time both of us returned to the real world."

With that, she turned on her heel and left behind a gaping Dan Humphrey. But while Humphrey may have been confused, Blair was far from it.

Instead, she felt a confidence that she thought she'd never experience again. She felt recharged, felt like she could do anything. And she knew what she needed to do next. She had a lot of people she owed explanations and apologies to, but there was one conversation that was long overdue. And she would need all the confidence she could to finally face it.

She exhaled as she slid into a cab, feeling relief along with her radiating confidence.

"The Empire" She told the cabbie.

As she watched the buildings of Brooklyn fade away, she bid the weak Blair and Clair Carlyle a permanent goodbye. They were gone, and Blair Waldorf was back. The one she hoped Chuck Bass still loved.

A/n:

So I hoped y'all liked that!

As much as I liked the outcome of the finale, there are just several things that I would have done differently. So I just decided to go for it and put it into a fic.

Should I continue? Let me know! Reviews are veryyy appreciated :)

Xoxo Thattchuckbasstard