(This drabble I wrote after Summer, Kind Of Wonderful. It's my take on how Blair asked for her heart pendant back from Nate.)
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"Nathaniel!" Blair's sing-song voice echoed through the empty Archibald home. A set of keys were carelessly strewn in one corner, along with a baby blue polo Blair remembered he loved wearing when he went to be beach. Apart from the obvious living signs, the place was immaculate. A vase of white roses was in the center table, and a set of photographs were along the staircase. There was a framed photo of them in between family portraits; they were both smiling happily at the camera, his arm around her waist.
"Blair?"
"You startled me," Blair said, clutching her chest.
"Chuck said you were back," Nate picked up his baby blue polo, scrunching it up in a ball. "So?"
Blair stood there for a moment. This was her first real, non-hostile and up-close conversation with Nate since she left a month ago. She forgot how wonderfully toned his arms were, or how his captivating green eyes shimmered like the emerald stud earrings Roman got her as a parting gift. "Right," Blair breathed, shaking off her trance. "You have something of mine that I need." She sounded unsure, and she hated to admit it, but she was.
"You left a lot of things here," Nate remembered, beckoning her to follow him upstairs. "Your sunglasses, a number of your jewellery—"
"—right, I knew I left my Tiffany charm bracelet here—"
"Um," Nate laughed, "your white bikini, from when you slept over last year."
Blair smiled sheepishly. "I actually need my heart back."
"Your what?" Nate stopped in his tracks.
"I mean, my heart pin, the one I put in your green sweater?" Blair knew this was a mistake. He probably left the sweater in Manhattan, or burned it when he found out about her and Chuck.
"I love that sweater," Nate said, smiling to himself. "Sure, it's in my room."
"I hope it's not too insulting," Blair implored, "we have broken up."
"Sure." Lie. "There's no use in me keeping it." Lie.
"You're the best, Nate."
Were they really, finally over? Nate's hands were shaking when he tried to remove the pin from the sweater. He didn't want to give it back; it he found a strange comfort in knowing that Blair's heart was always in his sleeve. In struggling for the hook, the pin got caught in the threads, and when he tried to pull it off, he pricked himself. He put his thumb to his mouth and turned to Blair. She chuckled and removed his hand from the sweater. She adjusted the pin and gently removed it.
"Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine." Lie.
Blair sighed as she looked at Nate, who was still looking at her. "I should go," she said, turning around. She could feel her eyes water up.
"I'll see you at the white party?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied, wiping off the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Bye Natie," she said, referring to the old nickname she gave him when they were young. She leaned in for an embrace. He buried his face in her hair, lavender filling his senses. He had to stop himself from kissing her.
She walked away briskly; tears were falling freely now. She loved Chuck, but she loved him now. She would love Nate forever. She knew how embarrassing it would be if she would have to return the pin to him, saying that it was he she only truly loved and how she always had and always will. And he would take her in his arms and joke about how she shouldn't have bothered taking it away from him in the first place.
Blair smiled, wiping her eyes. She always had time to think about that later.
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