Title: "Couldn't Care Less (Or Five Times a Smart Girl Does Something Stupid for Love)"

Author: Lila

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: "Gossip Girl," "Nikita," "Friday Night Lights," "The Vampire Diaries," and "Glee"

Character/Pairing: Blair Waldorf, Nikita, Lyla Garrity, Elena Gilbert, Quinn Fabray

Spoiler: all aired episodes

Length: one-shot

Summary: Everyone is a fool for love.

Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing them for a few paragraphs

Author's Note: Writer's Block is a bitch, but rather than force myself to work through a huge, long piece, I've selected smaller pieces inspired by the same theme: five fandoms, five female characters I adore. Due to 's restrictions on categories, I'll be posting a fic every day or so and changing the category to fit the genre and fandom. Title and cuts courtesy of The Cardigans. Enjoy.


I. My heart can't carry much more. It's really, really aching and sore.

Blair Waldorf lies.

She says them once and she says them again but she knows it doesn't matter how many times she says the words – they'll never be true.

The first time, she can literally feel it happening, the pressure pushing on her eyelids from the effort it takes to ensure her eyes match her mouth, the words slicing her tongue into ribbons as they spill from between her lips: "I don't love you anymore."

He doesn't say a word, but his cheeks go taunt and his eyes glisten and without moving a muscle he recoils as if he's been slapped.

The weight in her chest eases and she can breathe again, fingers trembling around the soft velvet encasing the only thing she's ever wanted in this life. A diamond is forever, but true love was supposed to be too. She can't have one without the other.

"Your world will be easier if I didn't come back," he whispers, the words catching in his mouth and she knows without looking at him how hard it is for him to say them. He's never been able to love someone else without putting himself first. Even she wasn't enough to change that.

She doesn't say goodbye when she walks away, lighter than she's felt in four months, but heavier still. She no longer aches all over, even if her heart does. She has her freedom; she always knew it would come at a price.

"B?" Serena asks as they collapse in a cab. "What did he say to you?"

She shakes her head, tells herself the blurriness in her eyes are the flashing lights rather than the tears she refuses to cry for Chuck Bass.

"He doesn't love me anymore," she whispers, her words strangled, and she winces because she was the one to let him go. He's not supposed to control her any longer.

"Oh, B," Serena croons. "You know it's not true. He wants what's best for you even if that means he's with someone else."

Blair smiles and blinks her eyes, washes away the tears the way she claims to have cleansed herself of ChuckandBlair.

She doesn't tell Serena the truth: it's not what he said; it's what she didn't say that matters.

She loves him even though it will destroy her.


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