Title: Strange ones
Author: Molize
Summary: AU. C/B. Two strange ones. A sweet voice, a devil smirk and a club. They run from their lives, but they didn't know they would run into each other.
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Chapter 1. A night like any other.
A night like any other. That's what Blair thought as she gave the last touches to her make up.
Her long brown hair was perfectly curled and pinned like a side bun to her left. Her skin was flawless. She has never liked too much make up, so she just applied the perfect amount in the correct places to define her features. What she couldn't deny was her Rouge Chanel lipstick, it was the most she could afford in the meantime, but it was enough, it reminded her of past days and it seemed men liked it.
A night like any other. It's supposed that when you are immersed into your job, practically every day and in her case, every night feels the same. Especially when it's not the job you always dreamed.
It was an understatement that she liked it, but not in her context. In another time, another place or another atmosphere she would go up the stage and enjoy her moment, because up there it was her moment, she was the only star shinning.
But, it was her opportunity, so when they offered her this... she accepted it. Maybe she could have found something more stylish or with a better payment, but she couldn't have taken that risk. She had tried everything so when she hearted the words maybe you are what we are looking for, Blair didn't think twice.
Blair remembered when she arrived home after signing her contract. Even it was early in the afternoon she went to her bed and cried. She cried until her eyes become dry. How could her life have turned into this mess? She was a queen, she was the perfect girl, she was the one who had the best marks at her school, she was a future Yale student,... Was, was, was.
That was it. Blair was no longer that girl. She lost her kingdom, her friends, her career, her future...
Everything began when her father, Harold Waldorf, exposed to her lovely wife and daughter that he was gay and he would live with his lover, a man of course, because he couldn't stand one more second there. Blair, shocked as she had been at that time, tried to understand her father. Okay, he was gay, he loved someone who was not her mother, and had to go away because it was love. Blair waited and waited for his comeback... he was supposed to comeback, wasn't he? He must still love her daughter, his own blood, his own genes... but no, he didn't come back.
Eleanor Waldorf, her mother, had been more shocked than Blair, if that was even possible. Blair remembered go to school in the morning and hear her mother's cries from the master bedroom, come home and still hear them, and go to sleep and still hear them. It was hell.
Home was hell, but school wasn't very much different. Her 'friends', if you could call them that, ran from her like the plague, and didn't waist time not thinking about cruel jokes about her family. All this make Blair find new ways of control. One day when her stomach couldn't make her lunch stay in there she went to the bathroom and throw up. And it felt good, it was strange, but it felt good.
So every time her 'best-friends' wanted to 'talk' to her; her mother criticized her for her outfits, her expensive ways or as she liked to proclaim 'all the things that made your father go away', she just nodded, went to the nearest bathroom, entered to the toilet, did it, and brushed her teeth. Control.
Control didn't last long. One day she exploded. Her lower marks, her lack of friends, her father, her mother's friendship to valium, her favourite past time in the bathroom that now made her weak. One remark and the next thing she remembered was she in full catfight pulling at Penelope's hair.
Expelled. Those were the only word she remembered from Mrs. Queller.
Blair went home frustrated, but she knew money would amend it, as always. However, it seemed that Eleanor's fashion career didn't go as well as expected. Her absence at work had been lethal to the incoming collections and there was not so much money to spend it in her child outburst.
A nightmare, her life had become a nightmare. Her former nightmares consisted in a broken heel, not this.
Her mother seemed to live in another world because all that she did was sleep. And one day her mother's wish came true. She didn't wake up. Apparently, it was not valium, but valium and alcohol, great amounts of valium and alcohol her daily basis.
After burying her mother Blair was alone. With even less money, no job, and father missing. He did not have the decency to appear. It was harsh to say it, but Blair hated his father with all her heart and soul.
She sold her house, her most expensive clothes and jewels and her parents' things. She just kept with her a few memories from her mother and a family photograph, just of her mother and herself.
With the money she obtained, she bought a little loft in Brooklyn and searched for a job. At seventeen and with an empty curriculum the task was pretty hard; nothing really decent opened their doors to her. Exhausted and desperate she went to this club and shown her abilities, her unknown abilities, and the job was hers.
By that time she was seventeen, and Blair had lived things that at least at twenty-five she shouldn't have, or never should have lived.
"Blair, it's time. They're waiting for you." Vanessa, the bartender, awoke Blair from her thoughts.
Blair brushed of her cheek the tear that has escaped and sat up of her vanity. "I'm coming." She said with a sweet smile.
She brushed the wrinkles of her red dress as she neared the side door to the stage. It was dark, the lights were off and the red velvet curtain was down.
She positioned herself in the middle and took a long breath.
The lights turned on, and the curtain began to open. The sound of clapping hands started as her form was revealed.
The first notes at the piano sounded and it was her sign to begin the show.
She closed her eyes and started to sing.
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A/N: Multichapter story. What do you think about it? Reviews ^^