Summary: 31days-744hours-44640minutes-2678400seconds. That's all what's left of the great Blair Waldorf. 31days is what the doctors have given her. Not more. After discovering the Serena/Nate affair Blair is heading to France. Coming back with ony 31days left to live. There's only one thing Blair wants to experiance - true love.
A/N: Here it is. Finally! I've been really busy with school and tests, so I didn't find enough time to write on. Hopefully you enjoy the new chapter. Reviews are LOVE!
At this point, thank you to everyone who already reviewed and a big kiss to Lily, the great girl that agreed to beta this fanfiction! THANK YOU!
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Chapter 4
"A Place to escape"
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Blair examined herself over in the mirrow. Something was missing. Although she didn't know anything about the Victrola club, she knew that Chuck had bought it while she'd been away to Europe. So this club was sure to be something exclusive and Bass-like... and the name sounded devilish in her ears.
She couldn't appear at one of her last parties overdressed. The same way, she couldn't just wear one her typical outfits. An underdressed Blair Waldorf would never be seen in public!
Still. Something was missing.
The red dress she was wearing was an Eleanor Waldorf original, looking very expensive and special flamenco dress. Nevertheless, it was pretty classic in its own way and would make her be the center of everyone's attention. She had combined it with black Manolos and a black headband which had little red crystals on it. Her long hair waved in curles over her back and fell over her shoulders elegantly.
"What you think about bracelet, Miss Blair?", asked Dorota in her unforgettable Polish accent.
"You're right, Dorota. I knew something was missing.
Blair went to her jewelry drawer and opened one of the many black boxes.
"This is perfect!", she sighed and gave it to Darota to help her putting it on.
"Miss Blair looking like a princess tonight.", Darota told her and looked at her amiable.
"Thank you. So where is my Prince, then? Nate should have been here 10 minutes ago."
Dorota instantly blanched and looked at Blair anxiously.
"Miss Blair, I forgot to tell. Mr Nate's been here for 30 minutes."
"You did what?!" Blair fought with her temper. Nate, here prince, had been waiting for her downstairs for half an hour and Dorota had simply forgotten it?!
As fast as her high heels allowed her, she rushed down and found Nate sitting comfortably on the couch. He seemed to be in an interesting conversation with her mother.
Fantastic. Just when she'd gotten back to her life ad her relationship with Nate and tried to enjoy her last days with the one she loved, her mother would pressure Nate and their relationship so much, that he'd immediatelly push her away for Serena again. Or another woman, he'd met, Blair didn't even know about. But he would push her away. Forever, this time.
Temper...don't hyperventilate! she told herself. A lady didn't get panic attacks.
"Mom!", she said out loud, trying to calm herself and look as presentable as she could with all the emotions running through her body.
When Nate noticed she was already there and actually ready to go, he stood up and kissed her. He pulled her closer and she could feel one of her legs flip back, just like in those old movies Blair loved so much.
And just like that, her worries vanished.
To early Nate let her go and turned towards Eleanor again
"Eleanor, it was really nice to talk to you after this long time. As I told you, we are going to a party, but I'll make sure Blair is home by 12 o'clock."
"Thank you, Nate. Enjoy yourselves."
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"Your mother seemed quite different today. All so cheerful and friendly. What happened?", Nate asked her curiously as they had entered the black limousine that had waited for them right in front of Blair's house. Obviously Chuck had sent it to pick them up.
So there it was again. The one question Blair had hoped to be able to avoid. She didn't want to tell anyone about her fate, because that would be the way everybody would treat her then: like a moribund girl.
How would she be able to live the rest of her life to the full, if everyone would stare at her like she had the Black Death?
No!
That would never happen. Not to her. Not to Blair Cornelia Waldorf.
"I don't know. She's been this way since I came back. Perhaps she has gotten loose of her latest conquest and found a new lover."
Nate threw a sceptic look at her. She smiled at him"Ok, I knew I sad I liked the last one, but whatever makes her so happy is good for me.", and leaned in to kiss him passionately. Nate immediatly returned the kiss and when they pulled away to get some air, Blair added: "Especially if it allows me to go out and do whatever I want with my gorgeous looking boyfriend without second-guessing me."
During the rest of the ride, Blair looked out of the window at the streets of New York. The nightlife and the lights that enlightened every corner and made everything, every building and every pedestrian, look like in a movie.
Nate used the chance to watch her diligently. Something had changed about his Blair. She didn't have that bitchy attitude anymore that told everyone around her to get away.
Ok, she would never be that friendly girl, that innocently looked and talked to people without following her own ambitions; but still, something had changed.
But Nate wasn't able to spot it.
The weeks in France and of corse his sexual incident with Serena, had turned his girlfriend into another person; maybe even a young woman, but Nate wasn't sure if he liked the new Blair.
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When Blair entered Victrola, the first thought she had was that the driver had taken them to the wrong adress or that Chuck was playing a joke on her. This had to be a mistake!
Although the entrance hall and the main "room" were full of people, who were dancing, talking and having drinks, this place couldn't be the right party!
Gross! There was a stage at the end of the room with half naked women dancing. Grosser! They were stripping!
She turned around to ask Nate what kind of joke this was, but Nate simply nodded and told her, screaming over the loud music: "This is Victrola. The new business Bass Industries invested in because of a certain friend of us."
"This can't be true." Blair returned, trying not to ruin her vocal cords.
Analysing the room once more, Blair more and more realized that this WAS true. This was exactly one of the establishments never wanted to see, but that sceamed for the womanizer Chuck Bass.
Watching the strippers, she didn't notice the person that had walked over to them.
"Chuck." Nate smiled at his best friend and gave him a pat on the back. "Only you know how to invite that many people to a party."
"Wait till you've seen the waitresses."
Chuck smiled back and turned to the brunette, who stood beside Nathaniel. She hadn't changed in any way. She was still the beauty he and Nate had known since kindergarden. The only girl he knew he hadn't had sex with and the only one he respected. Maybe because she could be as manipulative as he was.
"Blair."
The girl turned around.
"Chuck. How dare you! This place is so mid-town!"
"Nice to see you, too, Waldorf. How's France?"
"It's been nice. Unlike this place, people keep their level and visit clubs with more grace."
She glanced at him.
"But you never really had class, Bass. So I shouldn't be shocked to find out that this establishment belongs to you." Again she examined the room and smiled.
"I guess it's not that bad after all."
"It's a place to escape."
"Escape what, Bass? The comfort of New York?"
"Reality", Chuck simply answered.
Nate just stood there and listened to the conversation. It was always strange to follow Blair and Chuck's conversations, because they made mental leaps only they understood.
Any outsider, and with Blair and Chuck talking, Nate counted himself as one, wouldn't know if the two of them had an argument or a simply relaxed talk.
They didn't jump at each other and tried to rip each others throahts off, so Nate assumed it had been a nice catch-up.
"See you around later." Chuck smirked when a lightly dressed woman appeared and pulled him away.
Here she discovered another explanation for Chuck investing in this club: getting laid was much easier without reality pressuring you!
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Hello, Upper East Siders.
Gossip Girl here.
We got some nice pictures of Queen B and her Prince Charming entering a certain establishment. Thanks to hunter0143 for sending them in.
Sad if you guys haven't been invited to this "Welcome Back" party :
Seems like C is having himself two girls before midnight. But that's nothing new now, is it?
Some minutes later: N and B having drinks at the bar. Is there something wrong in paradise or why does N seem to be somewhere else with his thoughts? Maybe he's with S who hasn't showed up, yet. Poor B. Back in a relationship and immediately back to be number 2. S is stealing your boyfriend again. Watch your back.
Or is it B who refuses to share the reason of her trip with N? Anyways, you have to be careful B. It's not hard to degrade a prince to groom, but you have to be aware of a rebellion!
What's it going to be?!
Jealousy or insurgency?
I'll find it out.
You know you love me.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
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To be continued!
A/N: Ready for a little tabledance? Then look forward to the next chapter!
