Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, they'd be on the same show.

A/N: Quick and random.I always wondered what it'd be like for these two to be together. They're pretty much perfect. Tony Stonem/Blair Waldorf is possibly the most genius crossover ship ever.


She's met a new boy. He's exciting—like all boys are to bored little girls. Boys and toys: one in the same for Blair Waldorf. Chuck was the exception. He stopped being a toy a long time ago. Instead of fading to the bottom of the treasure chest, he became a weapon. Really, he's been hurting her ever since.

New boy, she promises herself, will not become what Chuck eventually became to her. Rather, will become what the Bass heir was in the first place—those types of buddies with the prefix Blair daren't utter on her pristine tongue. She does say it when absolutely no one is around, if that counts. She doesn't think it does.

New boy is tall. Attractive. Totally a secret. Oh, and British. She does have a way with European men. Not the same way as Serena, but it's certainly a gift.

When Eleanor asks where she was the other day, the other night, she answers with the automatics, "With Serena, where else?" Because, even though Serena lives with her now, Blair makes sure she's not in the apartment when she's out with her new boy. It's an agreement Serena was reluctant to agree to—until her petite brunette best friend reminded her of all the nights starting since the eighth grade that she's covered for her drunken ass. So really, she tells her to think of it as returning the favor. Throwing in, "I bet Dan's lonely," or "Nate's probably just sitting in his bachelor pad fixing his bangs anyway," if Serena can't find anything to do.

She meets him at the bar. Same time, same place, likening their planned encounters to the black and white movies she keeps stashed at the back of her childhood. The good-looking man and the doll-pretty girl sitting at the bar.

Why she likes him so much, she could list for hours. Why she shouldn't, for days. It's an escape thing, she tells herself. With Nate, she felt stuck. With Chuck, she felt lost. With Tony, she knew exactly who she was.

It's always night when she's with him. Before the first drink, she always asks herself why. Particularly, why does she keep doing this? It's supposed to be a small escape. It's two months now. No answers. Morning breaks, and she's picking up last night's Miu Miu dress and stockings off the bedroom floor, she's ask herself why again.

Then she'll see his lean, sleeping form, a careless handsome mess in the sheets and chestnut colored hair against the pillow. His eyes will open and they'll be blue. He'll smirk or he'll get up and kiss her quick and maybe call her darling. He'll be the closest thing to love and care that she has (and for a blue blood princess, those two things come scarce) so then, she won't ask herself again.

Until the next time.


Thanks for any review I may or may not have! Even if I don't get any, I hope whoever read this might think of writing some Tony/Blair (ha!) fics of their own. There definitely needs to be way more.