Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl. Seriously.
A/N: My first ever Gossip Girl work. Written for Challenge #207 ~ Plain at slashthedrabble. If you enjoy the drabble, review please!
Blair always feels somewhat plain standing next to Serena. It is nothing like an inferiority complex (and the psychiatrist she pays $500 an hour just so she can tell her that can shove it for all she cares), it is simple truth.
"Hello, beautiful," Serena whispers, wrapping her arms around Blair's waist and dropping a kiss onto her exposed shoulder.
Blair tilts her head slightly to the side to consider their melded reflections. She stands corrected (even if a Waldorf is always correct, but a van der Woodsen has ways of upsetting that golden rule). With the distance between their two bodies (their two hearts, their two souls) practically negligible, Blair does not really feel too plain (but she will never say that out loud, not even under the pain of having a limited edition pair of Louboutins thrown at her, heels first). Squeezing Serena's hands (which are not restless for once) in her own smaller ones, she replies in a whisper (because Serena is a romantic and she maintains a whisper must be answered with a whisper - and Blair is much too obliging when it comes to her), "Hello, yourself."
Quite the contrary, she feels … plain perfect.