"My Evening Star" Chapter 3

Rating: T, just to be safe

Word Count: 3152

TV Spoilers?: Again, I'm kinda just going off what I've seen and some things I've heard were in store for Episode 5 but nothing real specific.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Gossip Girl or really anything affiliated with it.

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Gossip Girl Here-

And I have all the scoop on Constance's newest student, who turns out, isn't all that new, after all. William Kensington, anybody remember him? I know I do. He's the boy who used to come to school everyday wearing a cape until he was expelled from the seventh grade. But he's back now, and its obvious the time away has done him some good. Little Billy is all grown up as I'm sure every girl on the UES has already noticed. But sorry ladies- seems this one is taken.

He and our former Queen B have been spending a lot of time together this week. Meeting up before class, and eating lunch together everyday. So far, their hasn't been any evidence of PDA but we all know its just a matter of time.

Til then, you know you love me.

xoxo -Gossip Girl

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Blair snapped her phone close, after reading Gossip Girl's latest post with a smirk. She was seated outside on the bench her and Will had shared everyday this week for lunch, waiting for him to arrive. Though she absolutely loathed tardiness, she couldn't find it in herself to be too upset with him right now.

Course, her uncharacteristic understanding might just be due to the looks she was getting from her fellow students as they received GG messages of their own. She could see the envy in every girl's eye, and recognized those glances of intrigue the male population kept sending her. Feeling like her old self again, Blair happily basked in their attention.

Still, there were certain aspects of Gossip Girl's post that Blair didn't really know how she felt about…specifically the part that insinuated her and Will would be hooking up soon.

Sure, Blair liked him. He was easy to talk too and always so attentive and flattering towards her. But though she was delighted with all the attention she received from him, was it really enough?

Blair had been hurt three times too many, and she wasn't sure if she was really ready to put herself out on the line again. After all, she was still reeling from Marcus' betrayal and it still stung to think of Nate's infidelity. And of course, there was the whole Chuck fiasco. That had never really been solved.

Though Blair hated to admit it, he was on her mind constantly, even when she had tried desperately to get him out. She had done the whole move on with another guy. That hadn't worked. So then she tried cutting him out of her life, which seemed like the natural thing to do after he had purposely ruined her. But even that hadn't changed much.

She still found herself scanning the halls everyday, hoping to see him lurking there in a corner. And even after she did spot him, she still wasn't satisfied. She was always wanting to hear his husky voice… longing to feel his experienced touch….

This hold he had over her wasn't fair. She was still so angry at him and he had hurt her time and time again. So then why did she feel that damn magnetic pull every time he was nearby? Will, thankfully, could be a happy distraction from it sometimes which is why she was glad to keep him around.

Now…if only the damn boy would show up.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Beautiful." Will suddenly called out, appearing as if on cue. "Ms. Bechtel forced me recite every piece of classical literature I've ever read to see if I was up to par for her class."

Blair was still getting used to the flattering names he always used to address her…and found hearing them from him to be a bit awkward. Yet since people were watching her now, suddenly interested due to the rumors that were going around about the two of them, she decided to ignore it.

"Did you impress her with your worldly ways?" Blair teased with a small smile. He grinned back instantly.

"I'm confident I wooed her over." He said as he sat down rather close beside her so that there arms were touching. "She seemed particularly impressed when I began to recite Edgar Allen Poe."

"That is impressive." Blair responded with approval in her tone. "Which poem exactly?" She asked as she reached down and pulled the lid off her yogurt cup.

While she was looking down, she failed to notice the intense, sweeping gaze he gave her as he responded in a low tone. "The Evening Star. It's one of my favorites."

She shrugged in response. "Never heard of it."

"That's a shame." He said with a small smile before eyeing her once again. "So, tell me.. what are your plans for this weekend?"

Blair instantly stiffened. "Plans?" She repeatedly innocently, desperate to stall. She did not want to be forced to admit that not only was there absolutely nothing on her social agenda, but there hadn't been for nearly two weeks.

"Yeah, I heard there was a party at some girl named Hazel's house. I don't really know much about it but she invited me. Or at least I think it was Hazel who I talked to…."

"Was she wearing a pink bowed headband?" Blair suddenly asked, and he looked at her in confusion.

"Because Hazel's the one wearing the pink bow today." She explained in a gloomy tone. "Penelope has on a red band…and Serena is wearing that golden…."

"Who cares?" Will suddenly interrupted. "I can't tell any of those girls apart, and they're all insignificant anyways. " He paused before he gazed at her with his icy blue eyes. "There is nothing about them that stands out."

Blair rolled her eyes at that. "Nothing?" She asked before she forcefully nudged him so that he would look over to his right where her former friends were sitting on the stairs of the Met. There at the top, alone, was Serena in all her blonde glory while her newly found subjects collected loyally at her feet.

"You're going to tell me there is nothing special about Queen S? Nothing great about those damn golden locks of her? Nothing extraordinary about her fricten model body?" She spat out heatedly, her resentment boiling over.

Will didn't even bat an eye. He just looked at her calmly before he answered. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you." Blair blinked in surprise, silenced for once as Will continued. "Look, Serena van der Woodsen is insignificant. Perhaps she's found her moment to shine now, but she'll burn out. You'll see."

Blair still couldn't find anything to say, so instead she stared at him in total disbelief. No one ever talked about Serena that way. She was the 'It Girl,' Constance's greatest celebrity. How could anyone think she was insignificant?

Will must have noticed her utter disbelief because he continued to explain. "The thing about the Serenas of this world is that there is nothing lasting about them. Sure, she's decent enough to look at now but she lacks poise.. dignity.. and class."

Will smirked before he looked down at her. "That's why she has nothing on you."

"Me?" Blair asked him incredulously, unable to comprehend to that she had just been compared to Serena, and for the first time ever, someone found her to be the clear cut victor.

"Yes you." Will told her softly before he reached down and placed his hand over hers. Blair stiffened, but she didn't stop him. "Blair, you are a thousand times more classy, more regal, and more beautiful than girls like Serena or Hazel could ever hope to be."

Blair's heart began to pound in her chest as she looked into his icy blue eyes and saw he was entirely serious. He really believed what he was saying, and he was saying things Blair had always longed to hear one day.

"So come to the party with me this weekend." He told her, his pale gaze still boring deep into her. "Show them all what it means to be Blair Waldorf."

Feeling a sense of confidence and self assurance she hadn't felt in a long time, a small smirk began to play on Blair's light red lips. "You know…I think I will."

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By Saturday evening, Blair was more than prepared to attend the party she had never actually been invited to…but that was a minor detail. Still feeling the self-confidence Will had inspired her just the day before, she had marched back on over to Bendel's once again and had purchased that beautiful violet Marc Jacobs dress that she had fallen in love with.

She didn't care if the deep, flagrant color was bolder than anything she typically wore and she didn't care if it was something more Serena's style. Purple was the color of royalty, and thus it belonged on her. Her. And hopefully when others saw her wearing it along with a beautiful amethyst embedded headband and matching necklace they would be reminded once more who the true Queen of the Upper East Side was.

With one last smile at her reflection, Blair turned and left her room when she heard Dorota calling, "Miss Blair! Guest for you!"

She then descended down the staircase in her four inch heels, feeling like a classic movie heroine, while Will stared up at her from below. She felt triumphant when she saw the way he froze, his eyes wide with a sudden intensity.

"You look…" He began, unable to find the words, still looking at her with an awe and reverence she was not used to.

Blair smirked. "I know."

She then began to strut out the door, calling "No need for wait up for me, Dorota!" as she did, forcing Will to follow after her. Yes, tonight she would definitely be the one back in control.

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Only three scotches into the party and Chuck was already bored. He wasn't sure why he had even bothered to come. Hazel Williams clearly didn't know how to throw a party. Sure, she had had hosted a few fun ones in the past, but it was clear now that had only been because Blair was there in the background pulling all the strings.

And judging by the panicked look on Hazel's face as she watched her uninspired guests, she was realizing that as well.

His dear sister didn't seem to really realize her duties to her loyal subjects, since had been in the back corner of the party for the last half hour throwing back shots with a bunch of college boys. They seemed to be the only ones there really having fun.

Swirling his drink in his glass, Chuck flashed a seductive smile at the girl he had been chatting up for the last ten minutes, amused when it caused her to suddenly stutter and blush as she babbled on about her pony, or her horse, or whatever animal she said her daddy just bought for her.

He wasn't the least bit interested, but he was bored, and the girl was hot enough to look at, so he continued to nod his head in between swigs from his drink. Yet he soon dropped all pretenses the moment he heard a few whispers around him and he realized that something must have happened.

Finally. This place needed some entertainment.

Yet Chuck's enthusiasm instantly died out when he realized what he caused the spectacle. Will Kensington had arrived at the party with Blair on his arm…and she looked stunning.

Absolutely stunning.

Chuck could not help but to move in, trying to catch a better view of the vision in violet, but it wasn't easy. He wasn't the only one staring at the handsome pair, but his gaze was by far the most intense. Though Blair was always beautiful, she was particularly radiant tonight, looking as poised and elegant as any queen. If this was part of her plan to regain her royal crown, she certainly looked the part.

And Chuck couldn't help but to be a little proud.

For the next half hour or so, he watched as Blair and Will commanded the room while she basked in the attention she was receiving. It was clear she knew eyes were on her…but he wondered if she realized just how deeply Will's eyes were boring into her…in a way that not only irritated Chuck, but creeped him out, as well.

He scowled as Will began to push his luck, lightly placing his hand on her elbow before he slid his way to her shoulders. By the time Chuck saw him slide it a little lower, he had had enough.

"Good evening, Waldorf." He said as he invasively strutted over to her and Will, ignoring the furious look Will suddenly gave him.

"It's nice to see you out and about." He told her with a smirk. "I was beginning to think you'd never leave that rock you've been hiding under recently."

Blair instantly glared. "I'm glad to see you were able to emerge from your coffin, Bass." She quipped, stepping away from Will so that she could get into Chuck's face. "I'll be sure to remind you when the sun's about to rise so you don't turn into dust."

"I appreciate your concern." He smirked, leaning in closer so that they could properly stare each other down. Neither of them noticed the way Will's fists were clenching over and over again, outraged by Blair's sudden change of attention.

"But honestly, why have you decided to grace us with your presence?" He asked quirking a brow. "You wouldn't happen to be here attempting to regain your throne, would you?"

"More like I'm here to claim what is already mine." Blair responded with confidence. Her and Chuck continued to stare each other down for a moment, both smirking, while the rest of the world apparently was lost to them. Or, at least it was until a small, high pitched voice could be heard behind them.

"Uh, Blair?"

"What?" She snapped, her dark eyes still locked onto Chuck, since both were too stubborn to back down and look away despite the distraction.

"I just…I have a favor to ask." That caught Blair's attention. Turning, she saw Hazel wringing her hands out nervously. Blair gave her a withering look.

"What is it?" She asked, her voice cold now. Chuck knew her too well be amazed. Though she had just been so heated with him just a moment ago, it only took Blair Waldorf a second to switched right back into her Ice Maiden role.

"It's the party…I just, I feel like I'm missing a bunch of things and no one seems to be having fun…" Hazel told her, panic etched deep in her big blue eyes. She clearly understood that in their world, throwing a boring social event was terrible for one's status and reputation.

Chuck watched as Blair began to look around the room and raised her brows as though she did not approve of what she saw. "There are elements certainly lacking." She told her callously. "The décor is bland, but there is nothing you can do about that now. You're feeding your guests food that can be bought at the local Piggly Wigglys, and your D.J. is nothing short of amateur."

She gave the girl an obviously fake look of pity. "Needless to say, there is room for improvement."

Hazel looked near tears. "I know! Is there anything you can do? Please Blair!"

Blair gave her an icy glare. "Why don't you ask your friend Serena to help you?"

Hazel buried her head in her hands. "She's drinking with some of my cousin's friends right now, and even if she wanted to help she couldn't." Hazel looked up and gave her a pleading look. "You know you are the only one who can fix this. Please, will you help me?"

Like the true bitch Chuck knew she was, Blair said nothing for a moment but just looked away as though asking accepting would be such a deep inconvenience .

After a long pause, she finally said "I suppose I could…" before she turned her piercing gaze on the timid girl and said very seriously. "But you must be willing to do everything I tell you if you want me to clean up this mess. And I expect you to remember my generosity."

"I will! I promise!" Hazel cried, grabbing clumsily at Blair's hands. "Thank you Blair! Thank you so much" She gushed, noticeably relieved. In response, Blair gave her a small, affection smile and a pat on the shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about a thing now. I'll go make a few calls and in an hour this party will be the hottest place in town." She promised while Hazel looked at her in complete awe and appreciation. Chuck watched as she then turned her back to her in order to face Will, who she had apparently forgotten about.

"My apologies, Will, but I need a moment to help out my friend here." She told him before adding with a coy smile. "But I'll be back soon."

Much to his annoyance and frustration, she ignored Chuck completely as she left, but she only took a few steps before she suddenly snapped back around.

"Oh wait. Before I leave, this needs to go." She declared as she walked back over and untied the floral scarf Hazel had wrapped around her neck while the girl looked up at her obediently. "Sorry, dear, but it clashed with your headband."

Blair then turned to leave once more, taking her phone out of her purse as she walked away, leaving behind three people… all who were in equal wonder and admiration.

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More to come soon. Very soon actually, since I have most of the next chapter already written. And I can tell you that it features Nate and centers around Chuck finally confronting Will.

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