Author's Note: I do not, in any way, own the Gossip Girl series.

Chapter 2

Greetings and Salutations my Gossip Whores,

I have the juiciest news yet! I have heard reports of B and N walking into his apartment making out very heavily, is tonight the night? Oh and S is no where in sight, well of course, we did see her in a travel agent's office, but who gives. That's all for now!

You Know You Love Me,

Gossip Girl

Blair's POV

Well, we were gonna actually "DO IT". But that little voice inside my head pulled me back as soon as he was about to actually go into territories never been to before.

"Come on Blair. This isn't the right time, and you know it." My head said to me. "Uh, ya know, Nate, why don't we just cuddle?" I said while kissing his neck. "Um, ya sure?" Nate asked with disappointment in his voice. "Ya, I'm sorry. I just don't think this is the right time."

I was surprised at how Nate was so nice about everything. Usually after I turn him down he gets up and walks off. But today, he actually stayed around. Nate didn't even comment on my the John Mayer sex mix that was playing on the stereo, that I made for this special occasion.

Well, ya see, I have a different idea of what losing my virginity stands for. My definition of Losing Blair's Virginity is you know, Nate getting inside me, and only Nate. But not anything else. Yes, it does sound very much hypocritical of me to actually think oral sex is okay, but I do.

I could see Nate was very happy after I told him my definition and since he was on top of me cuddling he automatically ducked under the covers.

Nate's POV

Well, that went well. I didn't know Blair actually thought oral sex was okay with her standards. If I had known that before, things would be very different.

Blair left about an hour ago, so now it's just me. I wonder what I'm going to do tonight.

I've never actually had to set up what I'm doing because usually Blair has something already prepared. But since she's going on that 18th birthday trip with Serena to Paris tonight, I'm all alone.

Oh ya, about that 18th birthday trip, it's a surprise gift from Serena. I wonder how Blair is gonna like it...

Blair's POV

I just got back to my Park Avenue apartment to little Post-It's all over the place. I peer closer at the little pink papers and see the emblem S on them. Serena. Great.

After looking a little closely I see arrows on all of them. They seem to be leading up to my room. God, I hope she's not in there.

I climb the stairs and open my door. Yep, there she is, looking through my old photo albums.

Once she saw me, she jumped up and pulled me into a hug. "Happy Belated Birthday!" Serena said about 20 times. "We're going to Paris!" She yelled.

What... The... Hell... That's all I can say. Serena pulled me down into a chair, pulled out some plane tickets, her own private jet, of course. After explaining all the details of this God forsaken trip, she pulled me up. Serena snapped her fingers and called Marie to pick up the luggage she had already packed for us.

About 3 glasses of champagne and about 5 sleeping pills later, we landed in Paris.

I was a little too groggy to remember whatever else happened that night, except when we got to our penthouse, I went straight to bed.

No, I take it back, I do remember Serena winking at me before she went off with the busboy. That sent me straight to the bathroom to throw up that crappy Caviar that Serena served on the plane.

The next day, I woke up refreshed. I guess hang-overs just don't happen to be me anymore.

I missed Nate desperately and needed to call him. When I turn on my Blackberry there were already tons of missed calls from everyone back home, including Nate.

Fuck the rest of them, I need my Nate! An hour later, I had completed my phone sex with Nate and was out to go shopping.

Serena had yet to come back to the hotel room, but hey, she had her own key.

I threw on my Burberry mini-skirt and tight white painters' shirt and headed out the door.

The hotel's limo was nice enough to drop me off where all the hot shops were.

After hitting up Chanel, Burberry, and Dior I went into Ralph Lauren.

I was always drawn to the little kid's section of RL, simply because of that dream I had where Nate, our kids, and I were on that yacht.

I decided to buy some cute pink baby moccasins for my little sister, Yale. I made my mother name her Yale to leave SOME dignity to my family after she married some slob and got pregnant. Also, Yale is my dream school, which I plan to be attending next year.

As I was browsing the guy's polos for something for Nate, I bumped into some asshole who made me drop all my bags. "I'm so sorry. Let me pick those up." Some sexy British accent answered. I don't what it was about that voice, but it made me forget about being pissed off at this guy.

I plastered on my fake smile, took out my hand and introduced myself, he then said his name too "I am James Vanderbilt. Pleasure to meet you."

Needless to say, I forgot all about that polo I needed to buy for Nate.