"I'm game."

This was it; Blair was finally going to prove to Chuck that she could break his fatwa. Blair smiled innocently and slowly closed her eyes and started to lean into kiss Columbia Boy – well Cameron. This would be easy, if only Chuck wasn't across the ill-lighted room being smothered by a faceless whore. His dark eyes were penetrating to her very soul. Who was she trying to prove wrong, Chuck or herself? Cameron sensed her hesitance and pulled back.

"Ah, it's not as easy as it looks Blair. Letting go of a former flame by getting with someone you just met like five minutes ago. I get it, I totally get it. "

Cameron smiled weakly at her and patted her shoulder.

Why was he being so…nice? She kept on waiting for a snide or crude comment or an insult on how weak she was or not being strong enough to kiss another man. Was this was she had gotten so used to, getting torn apart and just acting like it never happened?

She glanced over to Chuck who was still being obsessed over by his escort, or whoever she was. He shot her a look that read, "I knew you wouldn't do it." He frowned sarcastically and turned and stomped drunkenly away with the dimwitted whore.

Maybe Cameron wasn't nice, he was just a normal guy. A normal guy with no games, pretenses, and was really mature. The wounds that were made so long ago were finally starting to bleed. It was only a matter of time.

"I just realized something. I will be right back. Please don't leave. You can walk me home. And you do go to Columbia right? "

He nodded.

"I'm actually going to check out the Columbia campus next week, maybe we can meet up for coffee." Blair smiled genuinely, meeting genuine, nice people was a relief – a nice person was never this easy to find these days.

"It would be my great privilege. Here take my jacket; it's seriously like they are remaking Twister outside. I'll meet you out front." Cameron chuckled and slid off his leather jacket, and easily placed it on Blair's shoulders.

This jacket felt much cozier than those cold, silk pajamas. Maybe the way she felt trapped in those PJs was a signal that the cold, scheming man that was her boyfriend could never comprehend. Blair muttered a quick 'Okay and be right there.'

She suddenly thought to turn into HBIC mode. Today was different. She was different, she had to man up especially since he would never own up to the fact he broke her heart. Blair had to be strong, not for him, but for herself. There would be no bitching today. Just being real.

Suddenly, she saw Dan pacing in the corner rambling nothings to himself. She looked in the opposite direction and saw Vanessa storming away with a smiling Willa in her wake. She owed him a thank you, and now seemed like a – more than perfect time.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her. Maybe just a reflex or maybe it just comforted her. She tapped Dan on the shoulder and he slowly turned around and scratched his forehead.

"Blair…I thought you were off finding sacrificial lambs for your fatwa predicament." Dan yawned while his right arm subconsciously started rubbing the left one.

"I was…I actually met a pretty decent lamb, except now I realize that I didn't need a lamb, I needed someone who understood what I needed to say. He goes to Columbia too, Humphrey, I guess you can find some treasures in Brooklyn if you look hard enough. I still think you should start looking harder once you jump off the Vanessa train. And…before you say anything, whatever you did, she should understand."

She smiled and nodded encouragingly.

"She really should understand because she's given you ever reason to doubt her. I can't say that about you though. You're the realest guy I've known for a while Humphrey…and don't let that get to your coffee fried brain." She pointed at him jokingly and laughed." I guess what I came here to say was thank you, but as it would seem, your rambling has rubbed off on me. Well, I'll see you around Humphrey, breakfast at the Bleeker, or…Starbucks sometime."

She scurried off in order to find Chuck to wish him a…pleasant night. But as fate would have it, her eyes immediately locked with his brown ones. She immediately grasped the leather jacket tighter around her. He was coming closer, fiddling with his Blackberry.

He went on and on about how he couldn't find a single picture of her on Gossip Girl. So it was him who fatwa'd her. He never could surprise her. But the confirmation that he set her up, made everything she was about to say seem more appropriate. Blair then told him, she definitely could've broken the fatwa abut she didn't need a guy to get over him. His face was still as cocky as ever, his gaze occasionally turning to the escort waiting clueless by the bar. The face he wore was all kinds of victory.

"I'll kiss someone someday, and when I do it will be for me."

She leaned her face forward to watch his face fall faster than she had ever seen before. His mouth curved downward and his eyes drooped. A scowl – a sad scowl now was apparent on his face. There was only one thing to say to that.

"Goodbye Chuck. I'm going home."

Home, home was where she belonged. Home was with Dorota and her pink, comfy sheets. A night with Audrey and gourmet chocolates – but no porcelain toilet.

She gave him a final, courteous nod, and walked off to find Cameron to return home. She had a feeling she would be at home a lot more now, now knowing the true meaning. Home is where you find yourself most happy. She certainly was not happy at NYU, and she was once blissfully happy with Chuck, but things change. Her Park penthouse was her true home now.

Blair saw him waiting patiently outside the doorway. He was so bright compared to the dark sky behind him. He stood out. Cameron was actually pretty attractive, different from any of the guys she had dated. He was simple. Exactly what Blair had been yeaning for. He caught her staring and broke out into an embarrassing grin, it was actually cute.

Cameron raced up and held out the door for her. He smiled at her still wearing his jacket.

"What took you so long? "

He asked this in a sweet sarcastic way. She just smiled because it gave her the opportunity to use his words for a completely and better reason.

"If you thought that was long, you have no idea what you're in for…"

She looked up at his attractive face scrunch up. He paused and scratched his neck.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh no!, I didn't mean it like that, I meant it like now that you're friends with me, you're gonna be sick of me once we're through." She was so embarrassed. She had no intention of it seeming like they were about to have some crazy activities together. "Thank God, we left; I couldn't bear another minute in that Ikea Warehouse." Blair shuddered, the lighting and art was awful, if it wasn't for Cameron, she would've left way sooner.

"Yeah, not the best artwork I've seen, but I think Ikea is pretty satisfied." Cameron smiled as he stopped." I guess I can't really take you home considering I'm staying at a friend's house tonight here in Brooklyn, but I can see you off here."

"Thank you so much, I didn't feel like going home all by my lonesome. I will definitely try and meet up with you at Columbia." She rubbed her neck subconsciously and nodded like she was trying to convince herself something.

"Please do, I play lacrosse with your friend Nate, you should come watch sometime, and it would be a big ego boost if I see all of the guys become envious that I have the beautiful girl cheering for me." He stopped and laughed nervously.

"Sorry, that was too forward, my censor is obviously not working." He smiled regretfully; she could only chuckle in response.

"Thank you and no worries, I know way too many people who wouldn't even admit they did something wrong, you're a good person Cameron, stay that way."

She paused and let the wind blow her hair around and waited for his remark.

"Ex-boyfriend? I mean the people who can't admit their faults?" Cameron questioned genuinely interested.

"Yes, former friend turned lover turned boyfriend. Crazy story, but let's leave that in the past." Blair waved off sarcastically.

"I understand, but you can't deny the past. It's the one thing you can't change." Cameron assured Blair who suddenly wondered what was in the water at Columbia. How are they so perceptive and how come Nate hasn't caught Columbia fever.

"You know what you're so right. This whole time I've been trying to push away my past, acting like it hasn't happened, but it has and I can't change that. I have to accept what I've done so I can move on with my future. "

Blair exhaled relieved and looked up at Cameron who was sporting a smirk so different and refreshing.

"Now you got it, I knew you were smart enough to get it on your own. So it's pretty late, I'd better get over to my friend's, he's probably thinking that I'm being held hostage by Brooklyn mole men. "

Blair chuckled at that. He really had a sweet and innocent sense of humor. She checked her phone and also realized it was indeed very late, Dorota was probably worried. Worried Dorota is a scary thought, considering her raging hormones due to her pregnancy, hormonal Dorota is a sight.

"Yeah I should be getting back too, but really thank you so much for helping me out with this, and I will get in touch with you about next week, here's my number. I'll see you around Columbia."

She smiled and stood on her tip toes to kiss Cameron on the cheek. It was the least she could do. His cheek was surprisingly smooth considering all the Brooklyn scruff she had seen tonight. She lingered by his cheek inhaling his sweet cologne. Not bad, not bad at all. She finally broke back to see him touch his cheek and smile.

"Anytime Blair. Get home safely." With one last longing glance, he turned and disappeared into the Brooklyn, musty darkness.

She inhaled sharply and quickly found the way back to Manhattan, a way she would never mention to the public. Once she stepped inside the elevator to her penthouse, did she realize…his jacket. She still was wearing it and he didn't say anything. Sneaky little minx, or maybe he didn't care to notice.

The familiar black and white tile came into view and Dorota was there with the box she had asked her to discard. Maybe this was the sign she had been waiting for, or maybe it was Cameron…Dorota quickly apologized for not throwing out the box but Blair quickly waved it off, it wasn't a big deal. She actually took the box back.

"There's no use denying the past." She said relieved remembering a certain someone's words.

"Chuck's a part of me, he always will be."

With that she walked up stairs and started putting the outfits back into the closet. The Victrola dress, her Erickson Beamon necklace, a portrait of them…all of their memories. She finally finished unloading the box and realized she needed to take the jacket off. She slid it off carefully and placed it in the front of the closet.

It was time to make some new memories.

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