DISCLAIMER: i own nothing, except for this story. If i did, Nate and Blair would be so much more like they are in the book, on the show.
There was a point in Blair Waldorf's life when she could say that everything was perfect. Perfect boyfriend – check. Perfect best friend who had not lost her virginity to the said boyfriend – check. Perfect straight father – check. Perfect grades, and a guaranteed in at Yale, her dream college – check.
As she made this mental check list, there was one thing, or rather, person, who she noticed was not included in her prior perfect life. Chuck Bass. Sure, Chuck was fun and maybe even romantic at times, but that's all he was. He was never actually there for her when she needed it the most. Nor did he stop her from ruining her chances at getting into Yale, as she knew Nate would have. Instead, he was usually the one who encouraged all the evil, manipulative things she ever did. He was a scheming basshole, and he had converted her into one as well. Not that she wasn't scheming before, but he had just brought it out in her that much more.
On the other hand, when she was with Nate, everything was perfect, and she was reminded of that as she sat on the balcony of the grand Vanderbilt mansion, accompanied by Nathanial Archibald, himself. She was reminded of silly things she missed, like lying in bed in Nate's arms watching Breakfast at Tiffany's, replacing Audrey and George, with herself and Nate as Holly and Paul, or the extra romantic, but stoned Nate who would always tell her how much he loved her – something Chuck never did. As old memories refreshed themselves in her mind, she realized how much she missed Nate. He was easier than Chuck, and even though she loved challenges and not getting things the easy way, the stability she felt with Nate was something she cherished more than anything else. Even more, she missed the way he always made her feel better, even when she knew she deserved to feel like shit.
If she was still with Nate, there was no doubt in her mind that she and Nate would be planning to attend Yale this fall, living together in an apartment they shared, because he would have stopped her from "hazing" Miss. Carr. "You're Blair Waldorf!" she faintly heard Nate say. And he was right, so what if she wasn't going to Yale, or any other college for that matter, and so what if she was in a fight with her best friend, it was okay. She was okay. She was, after all, Blair Waldorf, damn it. She could take on anything … as long as she had Nate to let her know that she could, a small part of her thought. It hit her, right then – she needed Nate. She needed him to tell her how much he loved her, like he used to. She needed him to talk her out of the evil things she wanted to do, and make her do the things she needed to do. She needed him to not just have kinky sex with her, but actually be there and listen to her complain and whine and watch old movies that he absolutely loathed, with her. She missed it all. She missed him, and he needed to know it.
"Nate …" she paused, "Don't forget your jacket". No, she couldn't. She couldn't risk her heart on his sleeve again.
A/N - okay, first story, ever. So, let me know if its okay! please please pleaseee review ! (: