Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic, so we'll see how this goes! I just discovered The Facts of Life this year and fell in love with it. So, while I have some extra time thanks to winter break, I decided to take a shot at writing some stuff for them! This piece is meant to be more on the fluffy side, so don't expect any major angst (maybe I'll write something else for that), but I hope you all enjoy!

This takes place in the 80s, and I've done a little research, but please keep in mind that this is meant to be fun. Suspend your disbelief for small anarchisms, may they arise.

Also, this takes place around the end of Jo and Blair's run at Langley.

"Oh, Jo! Look at that necklace! Isn't it gorgeous?" Jo'd agreed to follow Blair around Tiffany's for an hour if she'd go with her to the Joan Jett concert tonight. It was boring as hell to walk around the showroom in circles, but Jo reminded herself that only hours later, she'd be in the presence of one of her IDOLS, and that was enough to keep from snapping at the little princess who was currently admiring what Jo thought was just a simple chain. You could buy one of those in an auto shop for a tenth of the price that they were tryin' to sell it for here!

"Yeah, I guess..." She mumbled.

"What do you mean I guess? Is it or is it not gorgeous?"

"It's a chain, Blair. Not really what I'd call gorgeous." Unless it was on a bike - then we'd be talking.

Rolling her eyes, Blair moved on to the next shiny piece that caught her eye. Now this one was truly gorgeous! A perfect string of pearls connected by a dainty diamond heart. "It's beautiful..." Her breath was taken away by its simplicity. While Blair adored glitz and glam, there was something to be said for natural beauty. She should know as she's also a natural beauty!

"That?" Jo leaned over to see what caused her chatty friend to shut up. Eh, it didn't look special to her - just some pearls, what's new? But Blair hadn't moved for the past minute. She had on that face - Jo called it her "museum face." It's the face Blair got whenever they went to a museum, and she stared at some painting for what felt like hours. So, maybe the pearls weren't anything special to Jo, but she had a feeling they struck a chord with her friend.

"Did you say something?" Breaking from her trance, Blair glanced up at Jo, noticing her impatience growing harder to ignore by the second. "Oh, don't worry! We'll be out of here soon. Look, Jo," She turned towards her friend, placing a hand on either shoulder, "I know this isn't your idea of a fun Saturday, but I do appreciate your willingness to accompany me without completely embarrassing us both."

Ah, as always, a potentially sweet moment turned sour. "It's not too late, Blondie. We're still here, ain't we?" A mischievous grin, Jo shook Blair's hands off of her and sauntered towards the nearest clerk.

"Don't you dare!" Tiffany's was sacred, and Blair was NOT going to let Jo Polniaczek ruin her happy place.

Looking back, Easy Rider shot up a brow, challenging Princess Di to stop her which resulted in one of Blair's notorious slow leaks.

As briskly as she could manage without causing a scene, Blair caught up with Jo and linked their arms together, refusing to let the brunette wiggle away. "Now, you're going to behave or so help me, you're going to that Jean Jett concert all by yourself!" She knew her name, but since Jo was acting like a child, Blair would too.

"Joan Jett," she corrected. "C'mon, Blair! I wasn't gonna do anything! I gotta say though...the look on your face just now..." Cackling, Jo imitated her friend, cracking up even more as she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the display cases.

As her friend mocked her, Blair pursed her lips, giving it five seconds before interjecting, "Are you done?"

"Not yet." Jo shot her final impression at Blair herself, enjoying the look on her face now even more than before.

The heiress threw up her hands in surrender, "Tu es bête!" Clearly, she wasn't going to behave. Blair's one shining moment of serenity was totally shattered by Curly over there. Another sigh, she buttoned up her cream-colored, wool coat and effortlessly slipped on a pair of black leather gloves. "I'm done."

"Blair..." Did she feel a tiny bit of guilt? Maybe. "Look, I swear. I'll be cool. Come on...you know you wanna buy somethin'...I mean, Blair Warner walkin' out of a shop empty-handed? That's unheard of!"

"Well...you're not wrong..." Searching Jo's eyes, Blair was able to glean the earnest sincerity that Jo worked so incredibly hard to hide - although, in all honesty, Jo couldn't hide anything from Blair. She was far too easy to read - every little thought was broadcast through her eyes. With a secret smile, Blair removed her gloves one finger at a time as she purposefully released an elongated sigh. "I suppose you're right. I do have a reputation to uphold! Jimmy?" She turned towards the clerk hovering behind the counter, "May I take a closer look at this one, please?"

"Certainly, Miss Warner." With a steady hand, he pulled out a gold chain necklace with a tasteful emerald at the clasp.

"Thank you." Taking the chain, Blair held it up against the neckline of Jo's sweater, "What do you think?"

"Blair, it's-"

"No, no!" A finger was quickly pressed against Jo's lips. "I was talking to Jimmy."

"Well, Miss, I think it's simply lovely! The green of the emerald truly brings out your friend's striking eyes."

Ruminating, Blair took a step back to get a better view of the look as a whole. He was right. The green brought further attention to Jo's already admittedly intense eyes. That's why she picked it out in the first place.

"Wait...wait a second," At first, Jo thought Blair was just using her as some kind of dummy, but she should've known..."You're not buyin' me a necklace! Blair, we've talked about this-"

"I know, but Jo! It's perfect for you! Think of it as an early Christmas gift!"

"Blair, you know I can't accept it. Gift or not."

Jo was always so stubborn about these things, and of course, after all this time, Blair understood and she learned. Whenever Jo's birthday or Christmas rolled around, Blair kept her gifts under $50, knowing her friend would refuse anything more expensive although that didn't stop Blair from trying every now and then, but today, she wouldn't press any further.

"Fine. If you want to keep depriving yourself of the finer things in life, who am I to stop you? Here Jimmy," She returned the necklace, "May I please see that ring?" Blair pointed at a silver-banded emerald with diamonds flanking the sides.

Noticing the emerald, Jo jumped into action, "Blair..."

"It's not for you!" Sliding the ring onto her finger, Blair admired herself in its reflection. "It's for me!" And a PERFECT fit. "I'll take it, Jimmy. Place it on my tab."

Jo smirked. Only Blair Warner would have a tab running at Tiffany's.

"Yes, Miss Warner. Shall I wrap it up or will you be wearing it out?"

"Hmm, I think I'll keep it on, Jimmy! I'm feeling festive." She flashed a dazzling smile before shaking the clerk's hand. From a young age, Blair was taught to treat retail employees exceedingly well, and in return, they always looked forward to seeing the young heiress glide through their doors - not only because their commission on her purchases was huge but because she was truly lovely to work with. She knew their names, she was an expert on current trends - Blair Warner was a dream customer.

"You sure you don't want anything, Jo?" Blair threw her a knowing grin.

"Positive."

"Well then, that will be all for today! Thank you so much, Jimmy. I'm sure we'll be seeing you again!"

"A pleasure, Miss Warner."

As they were greeted by the crisp December air, Blair looped her arm through Jo's, shivering against her friend's warm body. For some reason, the former Young Dodo always managed to feel toasty no matter how cold it may be.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

Blair lifted one of Jo's balmy hands to her own chilly face, "That!"

"Stop that!"

"Can't you feel it?"

Feel it? Well...she did feel something. But that's probably not what Blair was talking about...

"Whaddaya mean?"

"You! You're so warm! Good gracious, Jo! You're practically burning!"

"Get your paws off me!" Jo squirmed away from Blair's grip, putting some much-needed distance between them.

"I'm not a dog, Jo."

"Yeah? Cause you sure are actin' like one!"

"Jo!"

"Blair!"

"You take that back!"

"No!"

"Jo..."

"Blair...just...forget it." She didn't wanna start another fight.

They walked in silence for a few minutes as the moment settled. Tentatively, Blair linked their arms together again - she couldn't help it that her delicate body was vulnerable to the cold! Besides, it felt strange to walk together without some kind of connection. She was relieved when Jo didn't inch away. Instead, she slowed down to match the heiress's gait.

"Hey..." Jo broke the silence. "You wanna grab a bite to eat before the concert? I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

"I could go for a bite." She offered Jo a soft smile. Whatever had passed just minutes before was irrelevant. That's how they operated. Push and pull, give and take - that's how they worked. It wouldn't do anyone any good to hold onto their silly tiffs. Besides, who had the energy?

"Okay..." Returning Blair's smile, Jo stuck her hands in her pockets, "You can pick - just as long as the menu isn't in French. I wanna know what I'm ordering."

Blair playfully rolled her eyes, "Fine. You know, I think I have just the place. Jo Polniaczek, you're about to see a whole new side of Blair Warner!"

"You mean there's more than one?" Her comment was met by a light slap to the arm.

You know...spending the day with Blair might turn out to be better than she thought.