The familiar ding of the no seatbelt sign woke the brunette from her sleep. She had boarded a flight, first class, of course, on a plane heading to the JFK airport in New York City. She stretched her legs carefully and sat up. So she had slept through a ten hour flight. The business man on the right of her was still sleeping, his head casually tipped to the side with a satisfied grin on his face. "Gross," Blair thought in her head as she thought of what could be going on in his mind. She knew that grin, mostly because of Chuck.

The name sent whirls of panic and anger coursing through her veins, and she had to reach a hand out to steady herself from the nausea she had just developed. If only Bass knew what was coming to him. The thought of her revenge made her casually smirk. In the Upper East Side, Chuck was known as the King of revenge, and Blair was of course, the Queen. Poor Chuck had underestimated her, as usual. He had no idea what the petite girl could carry out, even if it wasn't one of her best schemes.

Stepping off of the plane into the terminal, she noted that nobody was here to pick her up, which was just on her plans. Bypassing luggage claims, she headed straight to the fresh air and hailed a cab. She could send service to pick up her numerous bags later, but right now, revenge was fresh on her mind.

"Where to, lady?" the cab driver asked rudely from the front of the yellow car, thumbing impatiently on the steering wheel.

"The Palace Hotel," Blair responded confidently, allowing the small smile to pass at her perfect ruby lips once again.

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Nate was at the resort's bar, sipping his drink quietly while watching the news flash on a television hung above his stool. He hadn't spoken to anyone but Serena in days, maybe it was even a week, and as much as he enjoyed her company, he was getting restless. The plan he and Serena had discussed was ingenious. He would casually make more and more of a presence in Blair's life, waiting for the first chance for Chuck to screw up, and then? Then, Nate would rush in and pick up the pieces and dash off into the sunset with Blair in his arms. Well, maybe not so melodramatic, but you get the drift.

He felt the presence of Serena before he saw her, and was confused at the mischievous smile playing at Serena's pink lips. "Hey Nate," she attempted to say casually, but failed dismally at the undertones of delight under her voice. "Has Gossip Girl sent you the newest post?"

Nate cleared his throat, and reached into the back pocket of his khaki shorts. The Juke was flashing red, and he twisted it open and began to read.

Hello boys and girls. I told you on my last post to let the games begin, but I never expected such a win from my fellow gossip lovers. My pleasant vacation was nothing compared to the lives of all of our favorites. B was spotted getting off a plane from Tuscany at JFK alone. C was spotted at Victola this past week getting smashed with a girl that looked suspiciously like a woman that Bart and Lily hired to design their new home, not their new son's life. S and N were seen poolside at an exclusive resort in the Hamptons, which can only mean one thing. That's right, Gossip Girl called it first that our favorite affair would be starting back up again. Now that summer's out, so are the morals. You know you love me, XOXO, Gossip Girl.

Nate finished the post and looked up at Serena, wearing the same grin. "So, uh, Blair came back alone?"

Serena looked baffled. "That's not even what's important, Nate! Look at the Chuck part again. He's already screwed up! You didn't even have to wait a week before you got your go. Now, all you have to do is call Blair and sweep her off her feet like Prince Charming!"

Now it was Nate's turn to look confused. "Serena, how are we even going to get her to talk to me? She's in New York with Chuck, while I'm in the Hamptons with you. Not to mention, Gossip Girl will be spreading rumors about you and me, only hurting my chances with Blair even more." He finished his speech and laid his head on his arms. "This is all just so confusing, maybe I should just give up."

"Give up?! Nate, you said you wanted Blair, so go get her! Look, it's not that hard." Serena grabbed the Juke out of Nate's hands and began to dial numbers. Before he could protest, he head the ringing of Blair's phone.

His heart began to race as he waited for her to answer. It would take six rings to be sent to voicemail, he knew. One… Two… Three… Four… Five… his breath caught in his throat as his heart sank lower into his chest. If she didn't answer, it meant that she didn't want to talk to him. Or worse. She was reuniting with Chuck.

"Hello?"

The voice made his heart beat faster and slower at the same time. She had answered.

"Yo," he answered back, his voice cracking. His face grew red as he questioned why he would respond in such a stupid way. Ugh. HE looked over at Serena who was obviously biting back laughter.

"Er… Is there a reason to your call?" Blair asked. She was pacing outside of the Palace hotel, ready to confront Chuck when her phone rang. She was secretly relieved for the distraction, facing Chuck meant that it was officially over between the two of them, which she craved, but at the same time, it would destroy her. However, she initial shock from the name on the phone was enough to harbor any thoughts of the man she loathed upstairs.

"Um, yeah. Listen, Blair… I saw the Gossip Girl post about you coming back to New York, well, alone. Serena and I are in the Hamptons, and we could really use your company… you know… if you want to…" he finished the sentence and felt his face burning again. Damn girls.

"Two shocks in one day? Nate, consider me flattered," Blair said, being the normally coy girl she usually was. If he wanted her back, which it appeared that he did, than he was going to have to do a hell of a lot more than ask for her to join him out in the Hamptons.

"Flattered enough to agree?" Nate asked, putting on his best charming voice.

There were a couple beats of silence between the two, which made Nate recoil into his shell. He had been too forward. Blair hated forward guys. Ugh. He had screwed it up in less than a minute of conversation.

"You always did have a way with the ladies, Archibald. Count me in."

Nate looked at the phone. Apparently Blair had hung up, which he wasn't completely surprised at. Serena nudged him impatiently from the stool over. "So?!"

"She's on her way," Nate said, with a grin that hadn't been seen in days.

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"You always did have a way with the ladies, Archibald. Count me in."

With the last word, Blair quickly hung up the phone. The smile of revenge was creeping up on her lips again. Maybe the best way to get back at Chuck wasn't actually with a stiletto to the crotch. Maybe the secret weapon this entire time was named Nate, and she was just too blind to see it the entire time.

Satisfied with the direction of her summer so far, she stepped to the curb and hailed a taxi gracefully. Sliding onto the seat, she pointed him in the direction of her penthouse.

As soon as the car was put into park, she ran into the building and rode the elevator to the top floor. The airy quietness gave away the fact that nobody was inside. Rushing to her bedroom, she grabbed her favorite swimsuits and dresses.

She picked up her phone and dialed 411, asking for a service company. She ordered a limousine to take her to the Hamptons, and sent for someone to pick up her luggage before her departure. An hour later, her original luggage, plus a couple more bags were all packed into the car and she set off, ready for her summer adventure.

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So that's chapter two! Let me know what you think of it :) I appreciate all of the reviews.