The sun had not yet risen to meet the sky. It was early morning when Blair found that she couldn't fall back asleep. She sat on her bed thoughts drifting to her junior year at Constance. The drama between Chuck and Nate had haunted her for the first year she moved to Paris with her father. The face of Nate flashed in her mind; flinching at the pure betrayal it showed. Blair shook her head as her thoughts led to Charles Bass. That basstard had ruined her life. He ruined her relationship with Nate and made her the laughing stock of the entire UES. Sitting up, her back toward the headboard, Blair thought of the man that embraced her. Carter Baizen was not someone Blair would ever think about being associated with in high school. He was Serena's first boyfriend and screwed over Nate, but the man that she's spent time with for months now was unlike his younger self. This Carter was considerate and warm. So could she really say that Chuck Bass ruined her life? With out the catastrophe, Blair would have never met Carter, and could she honestly say she would give that up? Would she give up this magnificent man for her time at Constance? The answer was simple, no. No she would not give up her time with Carter for some petty relationship with Nathaniel Archibald.
Carter was sprawled on his couch eating a bowl chocolate ice cream when he heard the soft knock on his door. Confused, Carter looked at the clock that adorned his wall, 3:26. Who in their right mind is knocking on his door at three in the morning? Setting his bowl in the sink Carter quietly made his way to the door. His eyes were met with a familiar set of brown locks. "Blair?" Carter looked down at his girlfriend bewildered, ushering her in Carter wasted no time, his concern overriding his confusion. "Blair, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Not answering Blair rushed in his arms, holding on for her dear life.
"Carter we need to talk…" He felt his heart literally drop at those words. He's heard those words before. Clenching his eyes shut, Carter waited for the force of her breaking up with him, but was surprised when he felt her caress his cheek. Reopening his eyes Carter was met with her soft eyes. Her mouth opened at let out a small giggle. "It's nothing bad, I swear" she promised. Patting the seat next to her, Carter made his way toward her instantly.
"What is this about?" he asked hesitantly.
"I couldn't sleep" she started "And my thoughts drifted to Constance, which obviously led to Nate and Chuck." Blair watched as Carter's jaw tightened at their names.
"What about them?" he spoke tightly. Grabbing his hand in hers Blair interlaced their fingers.
"Well, I started thinking about the pregnancy scare and wondered what my life would be if I had never left New York." Carter's body went rigid at the comment. "And I realized that I wouldn't trade my time in Paris for New York" she hastily added. "My time in Paris made me realize a lot of things. I realized that what I had in New York wasn't a life. I was never happy and only found pleasure in a take-down. I would constantly be jealous of those around me, especially Serena, I mean she took Nate's love, my mother's affection, she even had you before me!" Blair ranted.
"Blair…" Carter tried to start but was cut off by Blair's voice.
"She's had everything and yet she never appreciated what was handed to her!"
"Blair…" Carter tries again.
"And the mere thought of Serena being with you makes me sick!" her voice cracking. In an instant Blair found herself in a bone-crushing hug.
Carter held on to her for a beat, stroking her hair.
"What Serena and I had, is nothing compared to what I have with you." Carter mumbled in her hair. Grabbing her hand Carter placed it on his heart, making her feel the rapid beating. "My heart never raced when I was near her, it never clenched when she walked away, it never stopped at a mere touch," he admitted. Shocked at the emotion that those words held, Blair kissed the hollow of his throat. Looking down at his girlfriends' eyes Carter leaned down and captured her lips with his. His hand found her cheek, caressing. His other enclosed her back, keeping her close. Blair's lips moved in-sync with his, her arms wrapping their way around his neck.
Carter awoke as the sun beamed in from his open window. His eyes focusing on the girl that lay on top of him. Smiling down at her sleeping form he laughed as he heard the soft snore coming from the brunette beauty. Too comfortable to move, Carter settled back down holding Blair to his body.
The couple later woke up at noon enjoying each others' company. Blair sat up, straddling Carter's thighs. "Now that that's settled, what are we going to do today?" she questioned as he ran his hands over the length of her bare calves.
"Well, seeing that you don't have a spare of clothes..."
"What are you talking about, of course I have another set of clothes," she cut off. The moment those words came out of her mouth, Blair reached over to her large purse (Something he had not seen when he answered the door). "I always come prepared," she said answering his silent question. "And these are actually practical," she added as she shows him her jeans and sweater.
"Blair Waldorf, dressing like a common person?" Carter joked.
"Please," she started rolling her eyes. "Do you see these?" She raised her jeans, "Alexander Wang. And this?" She said as she showed her top, "Vera Wang, common people couldn't afford my taste."
"I see the old Blair still lives within," Carter laughed at her absurdity. Blair laughed along at his jest. "Come on, get ready."
It took an hour for the high maintenance couple to be satisfied with their reflection. Carter walked in his living room wearing a maroon colored cashmere sweater, pairing it with black jeans. Looking over, he noticed Blair. She stood near his kitchen counter wearing her beige knit sweater and black skinny jeans. Carter found himself rolling his eyes when he saw the signature crimson soles of her heels, but smiled at the simplicity of her outfit.
The two found themselves walking through Jardin des Tuileries enjoying the quiet atmosphere.
"Can I ask you a question?" Carter asked.
"Go ahead."
"This morning," he started. "What made you come over?" he finished as he stopped in the middle of the path.
"Well, this morning I realized that I wouldn't change a thing. My time in Paris is far more valuable than my time in New York, and I came to realize that I couldn't give you up. You may not know this Carter Baizen, but you have weaseled your way into my life and I wouldn't want it any other way," she ended with a smile. Carter couldn't help but kiss her. Because for the first time in his life, Carter felt wanted.
The two lovers stayed close to each other for the rest of the day. Settling only when the night made itself known.
