Summary: What would happen if Blair Waldorf just moved from Paris to New York City?

Rating: T (mostly for language)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or any of the characters . . . but a girl can dream right?

Author's Note: Hey! I know this plot line has been used frequently, but it seemed fun and interesting, so here I am using it. I really appreciate reviews, because they will help me decide if I should continue writing. I apologize to the readers of my story Crossover – I meant to write more, but I just couldn't really get into it. I may continue it at another point. I don't use a Beta, so I apologize for any errors or confusion.

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Descending the stairs of Roman's private jet plane, Blair Cornelia Waldorf took in the surroundings laid out before her. It was her very first time in New York City, and she was already amazed at the scorching skyscrapers, magnificent waters, and the busy city life. When she had first heard from Harold and Roman that she was going to be residing with her mother in New York City, she pitched a fit - screaming and yelling, claiming that New York was a contaminated, soiled state. However, she could already see that her assumptions of the marvelous city were wrong. Even though she would never admit it to Harold or Roman, she could tell that she was going to like New York a lot more than Paris.

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Gossip Girl here: I spy with my little eyes a gorgeous brunette, dressed in an Eleanor Waldorf original, stepping off a luxurious private jet. I wonder who that may be. Ha-ha, of course I know who it is! The greatly expected daughter of Eleanor Waldorf – Blair Waldorf. Welcome to the Upper East Side, Blair Cornelia Waldorf, and may I wish you the best of luck! Trust me when I say this, your pure, virgin soul is about to be corrupted.

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"Wow, get a load of that." Nate Archibald precariously tossed his phone over to his best friend, Chuck Bass.

Chuck nonchalantly gazed at the newest Gossip Girl post Nate was gushing over, and surprised himself when he felt something in his chest swell. Who the hell is that? Chuck asked himself while staring intently at the beautiful Blair Waldorf. Knowing that Nate was expecting an answer Chuck quickly responded with a shrug and a smirk. Not just any old smirk – his signature smirk. The one that meant he was up to something.

Noticing the mischievous smile on his womanizing friend's face, Nate shook his head while questioning, "What are you up to, man?"

Unfortunately for Nate, he never did get a response.

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"Serena you need to hurry, you are going to be late." Lily Bass assertively stated, rolling her eyes when Serena van der Woodsen ran down the stairs from the upper level.

"Sorry mom. Chuck was using my bathroom for his own personal needs – ones I do not wish to explore." Grabbing an apple, Serena quickly opened the main door, surprised to find Lily holding her arm in protest.

"Serena, promise me you will be nice to Blair Waldorf. Eleanor says this is her first time in New York, and I want you to be as welcoming as possible. She seems like she is a very sweet girl." Lily caught Serena's eye, showing Serena that this was a serious matter.

"I will be on my best behavior." Serena asserted.

"As will I." Stepping out of the corner he was lurking from, Chuck smoothly scurried out the door with Serena following close behind, the door locking behind her.

"Chuck, please do not harass her. Knowing from Gossip Girl's post, she is a virgin, and hopefully you will let her stay that way." Serena quickly slowed down, waiting until Chuck agreed to her request.

"Fine. I will try to behave myself, but it's not my fault girls find my good looks so charming."

Rolling her eyes, Serena and Chuck walked in silence until they arrived at his limo.

"Want a ride?" Chuck asked, holding the door open for his blonde haired, blue-eyed step-sister.

"Fine. As long as you keep your hands to yourself." Serena snapped back.

Giving her a seductive smile, Chuck quickly stated, "You know what I say – the family that stays together, plays together."

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As they pulled up to the school, Serena quickly spotted Blair through the tinted glass of the sleek limo. As the automobile came to a smooth stop, Serena jumped out of the limousine rushing over to the newcomer.

Tapping her on the shoulder, Serena quickly hugged Blair in a welcoming embrace. "Hi Blair. I am Serena van der Woodsen. My mom tells me you have just moved her from Paris. I have always wanted to live there! How do you like the city so far?" Serena quickly retorted with a huge grin spread across her face.

Recovering herself from the unexpected hug, Blair straightened her black-laced mini and responded to Serena's overly excited question. "Oh the city is quite lovely, but the traffic is horrendous. But I am fortunate to live so close that I can walk to school; I could not say that about Paris. My school was 30 minutes each way without traffic."

Snatching Blair's schedule from the tips of her well-manicured nails, Serena scanned the square sheet of paper. "Well it looks like we have three classes together. That's good!"

"Wonderful." Chuck Bass sarcastically remarked, sneaking out from behind Serena, nearly giving Blair a heart attack. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. By the way, I am Chuck Bass, and you must be the stunning Blair Waldorf."

Blair shook her head silently, while shaking his hand.

"Gosh, I could look into those innocent chocolate brown eyes for eternity." Chuck Bass smoothly replied, kissing each one of her knuckles.

"Does a line like that always work?" Blair retorted snatching her hand from his grasp.

"You'd be surprised. Usually girls like flattery." Chuck glanced up and couldn't help but smirk. This girl had no idea what she was in for; if she was going to stand up to Chuck Bass . . . the Chuck Bass.

"Well I guess I am not like most girls." Blair Waldorf coolly responded grabbing Serena's arm and trotting up the steps to the entry way of the well-lit school.

Watching her retreating figure, Chuck tousled his thick brown waves and wondered what was off with his game. Usually girls were amused by his compliments, but Blair Waldorf was the exception. However, he was on a mission to change that.

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