A/N: I do not, in any way, own the Gossip Girl series.

Ch. 4

Hello Lovers and Friends,

I know you all missed me dearly, but I have some very juicy gossip to deliver! B and S are coming home! And no, B will not be bringing J to see the folks. How long can she keep her secret relationship from N? You will all just to have to stick around and find out!

You Know You Love Me,

Gossip Girl

Nate's POV:

"God, I didn't know I would miss Blair this much." I thought to myself as I bought her a dozen red roses from the stand near my house.

Today was the day she was coming home from Paris. With Serena. I used to think Serena was the hottest thing on Earth, but now I think that was just a stage of puberty.

I know Blair has her eating disorder, but in every other way, she seems perfect. I am acting a little mushy right now, but a dime-bag of weed can do that to you.

I thought it would be best to see Blair and Serena come in from JFK high. I'm worried that maybe Blair likes me better this way, high I mean.

"Well, whatever, she still loves me." I said over and over to myself on the ride over to the airport.

Blair's POV

I think the best way to describe my plan on telling Nate about James and I's rendezvous is "Ignorance is Bliss". Nate does NOT need to know.

Well he will know that I'm not a virgin when we do end up having sex, that's just DUH. But I can come up with an excuse for that in no time.

When I stepped off the boarding ramp for the jet, I immediately saw Nate with some red roses. Even while carrying something that would normally look geeky and cliche, he looked so hot.

I ran over to him and practically tackled him into a kiss. I think we stayed like that for about five minutes before Serena interrupted and said her ride was at the pick-up station.

"Okay, bye Serena. Thanks for the trip." I said while pulling her into a fake hug.

"I'm ready, Nate." I whispered in his ear while he was kissing my neck. "What?" He asked. I needed to be Miss Seductress right now, I thought to myself, as I lifted up one eyebrow suggestively.

Nate's POV

As I lay here in my bed cuddled next to Blair, I can't help but think, she must not be a virgin. What type of virgin did what she did? Virgins are always on bottom during sex! In pain! But no, Blair was on top, bottom, and everywhere imbetween.

Don't get me wrong, I liked it, over course I did. But the little voice inside of my head is saying, "She didn't wait for you. She fucked someone else." At first I thought, so what? I did that too. I fucked up with Serena, she didn't.

Okay, that's it. I do NOT care. Okay, I do, but I don't want to know...

Blair's POV

"I love you." I said to Nate as I walked out the door.

I should probably explain the deal with James Vanderbilt...

Well, we kinda just admitted it was a little fling and went our separate ways. No big deal. No feelings were hurt or anything like that. I think from the beginning we both knew that it was a one week type of thing.

We said our goodbyes and promised to write. No addresses were exchanged so we both just said that to make each other feel better.

Good thing Serena doesn't know a thing about my little relationship with James. I don't want any secrets of mine in her knowledge like before when we were little girls.

God am I happy school is over in a week. Which means, a whole two and a half months with Nate. Translation is, a whole two and half months of great sex with Nate.

Nate and I have talked about the idea of going on his parents yacht for the whole summer before we both head off to Yale together.

Now, that idea seems very appealing. I can just picture myself, sunbathing in my Dior bathing suit, and Nate putting lotion on me. It sounds like it's gonna be great.

To celebrate school ending so soon, all the girls and I decided to go clubbing tonight.

I decided to wear my hair as is, because a straightener or curling iron would only make my hair frizzy with all the humidity in the clubs.

I pulled on a black mini-skirt compliments of Prada and a glittery tank top with the Yves Saint Laurent symbol on it.

All in all I think I looked pretty hot. Not to sound snobby in any sort of way, but sometimes you just know you look hot and it's okay to admit it.

I dabbed on some Chanel lip gloss and went out the door.

I always over do it when it comes to drinking. The bartenders even know me by name now. Some may say thats pathetic, but who gives about those mother-fuckers opinions! Okay, I do, but whatever.

The Gossip Page in the New York Times may say I'm a Party Girl, but I take it as a compliment. I think during the whole duration of the night, I may have danced with about 7 different guys, kissed 3 different men or women, I'm not even sure anymore, and had 13 body shots.

I'll be surprised if I don't wake up with a tattoo which says "Socialite" on my ass tomorrow morning.