When Blair first got to know Serena, it wasn't like she immediately knew that they would be something more than friends. Even her kindergarten self knew when people were going to be significant, and that's why the first time she met Nate she ruffled his golden hair and decided they were dating, because it was just the way things were. And she looked at Serena, deciding after awhile that just maybe this beautiful girl would be her best friend forever and ever. And so, Serena got a slight hug and grin, and Blair's future was practically settled from that moment on.

She never thought it would be like this with Serena.

She knew they were attracted to each other, in a tiny little part of her brain that she didn't particularly care to think about. And in elementary school, when her and Serena touched more and longer than what was normal, Blair knew it should mean something. She never paid much attention to it, instead focusing on whatever drama was going on with Nate or the girls at school (because God knows Blair was the center of drama even in elementary), and Serena was just there. She was important, but not enough for Blair to analyze every little thing they did together, which Blair regrets now. So much.

In middle school, it became more blatant, when their bodies changed and Blair began to understand the small fluttering of butterflies in her stomach when Serena looked at her like that. And she began to notice when them lying next to each other on Blair's bed turned into wrestling and doing basically anything that involved contact, and the shrieking and giggling turned into breathy laughs that weren't really laughs at all.

And every night they said, "Goodbye" and, "I love you", and over the years the goodbyes became less frequent (because they wanted to be together all the time) and the "I love you"s took their place. And in 8th grade was when Blair's mind really started working, when the touches between them weren't just accidents or casual friendly brushes of skin, when they began to mean something. But she shook it off and gave Serena a chaste kiss on the cheek before the subject was changed. And that's the way it always, always happened.

But then there was that one night. When Serena came to Blair's absolutely bawling because of some jerk, and Blair naturally assumed the best friend role of comforting her despite the fact that it was three in the morning. And they had snuggled together in Blair's bed, Serena curled up and Blair wrapped around her back like she would just block away anything and everything that could hurt Serena.

God. Blair remembers like it was yesterday.

Finally Serena stopped crying, and she shifted so she was facing Blair, her eyes red and puffy. And Blair hadn't let go of her hold on Serena waist, so they ended up being pressed close together, their noses almost touching. Blair remembers how her breath caught at that, how Serena glanced at her when she heard it.

"Are you alright, S?" Blair had asked, and Serena had smiled at the overwhelming concern and protectiveness in her eyes.

"Yeah," Serena replied, her voice not agreeing with her words at all. And Blair had tugged her closer by the waist and pressed a kiss to her nose tenderly, comfortingly.

And then Serena's mouth moved upward, or maybe Blair's pressed down, whatever. Blair just remembers Serena kissing her, like for real, and that's enough.

Blair had frozen in shock and Serena's lips had stilled on hers. Blair finally snapped out of it and began kissing the girl back, and she felt a rush of love and excitement and relief, and oh, it was wonderful.

Blair's hand had clenched around the hair at the nape of Serena's neck, and Serena had laughed giddily as she kissed Blair harder, slower and deeper and somehow more meaningful.

Serena then promptly broke away, causing Blair to glance down at her in surprise.

She smiled then, because Serena was just beaming, staring up at Blair with so much love and adoration and trust, and Blair had to lean down and press a kiss to Serena's temple so Serena wouldn't see the blush Blair was getting from being stared at like that.

Present day Blair smiles as she glances over at present day Serena, lying next to her peacefully and silently on Blair's bed. Nights like that first one have become recurrent, as Serena cries over another jerk and another comforting session turns into another intimate make out one, where the only sounds heard are those breathy laughs again that aren't laughs at all.

One time, they almost go all the way. Serena's hand is under Blair's blouse and the way she palms Blair's mound makes the brunette nip at Serena's neck affectionately. Soon it's going too fast, and they both have to stop because Serena's fingers are almost inside of Blair, and they're not ready for that, for what connotations that carries. Blair takes Serena by the hair and brings their lips together, mixing a chaste kiss with her hand reaching down to still Serena's. And then that's the end of that.

They never talk about it again.

Blair stares at Serena, wondering what they are, if they're anything, or if they're doing the sort of friends with benefits thing. She wishes she could say "my girlfriend" when she's referring to Serena, wishes she could come up behind Serena's slender body in public and wrap her arms around it, pressing their lips together like it's the most normal thing in the world. Blair wishes this when she catches sight of Serena those times she's looking so perfect and beautiful (whenever she catches sight of Serena), she wishes it whenever any part of their bodies touch and she shivers at the electricity that flows there. And Blair wishes it right now as Serena wakes up and smiles at her dreamily, leaning to give her a kiss that screams more. And Blair responds, even though she's aware it'll all have to be stopped before they do something they'll regret.

She's going to enjoy it right now. They'll talk in the morning.

Keep it a oneshot, or add more on? You tell me!