NYU my personal hell was sending my classmates and I to Monaco. On a trip, an educational vacation, I was currently in an Airport in Queens with a hat, scarf and sunglasses masking my face. Blair Waldorf didn't do Queens. My class mates did not understand the social chart. I was nobody, like them, to them. But everywhere else, I was Blair Waldorf. My plane was indeed boarding, I walked in and sat down with a frown. I called over an attendant. I noticed Cabbage Patch looking uncomfortable with the small seats as well.
"Excuse me, but could my friend and I upgrade to first?" I asked pointing to Humphrey.
"That would cost you"
My eyes widened in mock surprise "No shit! Do you know who we are? I am Blair Waldorf and that is Dan Humphrey Van der Woodsen." I snapped, she excused herself and escorted Dan and I to first class.
"Thanks B"
"Don't mention it Cabbage Patch."
Arriving in Monaco I gasped. The hotel we were staying at was the same hotel Chuck was staying at a few years ago, the same hotel that I owned. I grinned; it's time for Queen B to shine. We all stood in a circle as Miss Kemp read the list for roommates.
"Dan with Penn, and Blair with Leighton and Vanessa ok" she asked rhetorically. "No," I replied
"Pardon me, Miss Waldorf… I think I heard you wrong"
"NO, you heard me right. I'm Blair freaking Waldorf! I'm not sharing a two bedroom room with two other people."
"Well what do you suggest?" she asked sarcastically
"I could have the imperial suite"
"Those are hard to get, and you would need to pay" She said as if that would tire my rants. I internally scoffed. I could see Dan looking on in amusement he knew I would win; he just loved to see me fight my cause.
I called over a bellhop, "May I book the imperial suite for
7 days starting today?"
"I'm sorry that would be impossible-"
"I'm Blair Waldorf"
"In the East or West wing miss Waldorf?"