Valentine's Day. Nate Archibald knew it as the day his dad brought flowers home for his mommy. As his nanny helped him put on his dark blue sweater, he asked, "Nanny Brigitte, how come daddy gets mommy lots and lots of flowers and chocolates?"
She ruffled his brown hair, chuckling at how innocent the five year old was. "Don't they teach you anything at that school, Nathaniel? Its Valentine's Day, its when people are especially nice to people they like. Your dad loves your mom so he gets her presents."
"Blair told me she loved me yesterday, should I get her a present?" Nate asked, stepping on the stool.
"Why don't you give her one of the flowers in the living room?" Nanny Brigitte suggested. "Go choose the one that reminds you of her the most, but go eat your breakfast first.
"Okay, thanks Nanny Brigitte!" Nate ran off to the kitchen, intent on finding the perfect flower for Blair.
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"Nate!" Blair threw her arms around the golden haired boy, hugging him tightly.
"Hi Blair," He mumbled, smiling. She greeted him like that every morning and even though is friends made fun of him, he was glad she did.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" She murmured, pulling away.
"Oh, I have something for you." Nate mumbled, his dark eyebrows furrowed as he searched through his bag. "Here you go!" He pulled out the red rose with a flourish. "Happy Valetime's Day, Blair."
She blushed and found herself hugging him again and pressing her lips to his cheek. "Thank you Natie. You're the best."
A goofy grin spread across the little boy's face and it remained even when she pulled away. He was the best! Not Chuck, or anyone else! "I love you Blair." He told her, reaching for her hand.
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Thirteen years later, Nate Archibald stood in the elevator of Blair's penthouse apartment. For some reason, he found himself wanting to be with Blair this Valentine's. He clutched the single rose nervously. What if she was already spending the day with someone? What if it was Chuck?
The doors opened and he stepped out into the familiar apartment. Dorota appeared in front of him, smiling. "Mister Nate, it has been long time since you came here."
Nate nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a box of chocolates, handing it to the maid. "Happy Valentine's Day, Dorota. Is Blair in?"
Dorota blushed and pointed up. "Miss Blair is in her room. Go on up."
He smiled, nodded his thanks and made his way up the staircase, taking three stairs at a time. He knocked on the door, licking his lips nervously.
"Dorota, I told you! I don't want to see anyone today."
His smile faded as he opened the door slowly. "Blair? Is everything okay?"
"Nate! She quickly closed the book she was looking at. "What are you doing here?"
"I, uh, wanted to see if you were doing anything tonight." He held out the rose to her, the look on her face making him remember kindergarten. "And I wanted to give you this."
"Why?" She stared at him, puzzled.
"Because I miss you." Nate admitted, flushing slightly. "Because I want you back."
"Nate..." For once, she was lost for words.
"I love you Blair." He murmured quietly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto her chocolate brown ones.
"I....love you too." She whispered, before striding over and pressing her lips against his.
