I know I took a short break to write my other story...but here's the latest chapter! Don't forget to review :)

24 years old.

Blair was spritzing herself with her perfume when she heard someone knock on her door. She got up slowly and walked over to the door, checking her reflection in the mirror. She still looked the same as when she was seventeen, but she had changed. Something major had happened in her life. She straightened her white pencil skirt and opened the door.

In front of her was the man she had not seen in at least 2 years, an angry frown on his face.

"Hi." Blair said.

"YOU'RE ENGAGED?!" Nate asked angrily. He grabbed her hand and saw the ring on her finger.

She pulled back shyly and looked down. "Yes, I am." How could he have an outburst like this? They broke up ages ago. They were nothing but a couple of kids that dated in high school. Except both of them knew that it was Not. That. Simple.

But she didn't forget her manners, so she opened the door wider and let Nate in.

She sat down on the bed, and he sat down beside her, their fingers only millimeters apart.

"So, who is he?" He asked quietly.

"His name is Christopher. Well, actually he's Christopher Warren the third. You know, of the Warren Construction Company?" She replied.

Nate nodded silently. Of course he knew the Warrens. They built half the buildings in New York City. But why the hell was Blair Waldorf engaged to a guy like Chris Warren? "So, you guys been together for a long time?" He asked stupidly. Well, they were obviously together for quite some time, if they were engaged.

Blair fidgeted on the bed. "We actually met last year, and we dated for around nine months, and then he proposed just 2 days ago. It's too bad you can't meet him, he went to Texas on a business trip."

Nate nodded again, letting out a small sigh of relief. He didn't particularly want to meet Blair's fiancé, especially when he wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep his fist away from Chris' face.

Blair got up, and walked back to her dresser, where she continued applying her make up self conscientiously while Nate watched her through the mirror. "How did you find out about the engagement, anyway?" She asked Nate while applying mascara to her eyelashes.

Nate cleared his throat. "From Gossip Girl. I normally don't read that stuff, but Chuck told me to go, and I saw what I would have never expected in a million years." He said, looking Blair straight in the eye. Well, at Blair's reflection.

Blair lowered the mascara wand. "What do you mean?" She put the wand back into the tube and took out a tube of lip gloss from her drawer.

She saw Nate unbutton the top button of his white oxford shirt. "It's just that…I never thought I would see you married off with someone else." He mumbled.

Blair puckered her lips together to smoothen out the lip gloss. "You didn't want me."

Nate frowned. "Are you kidding me? I wanted you. I still want you. It was just hard…being apart at different schools. We were taking a break. But Blair, we're destined to be together. You know that."

Blair laughed. "Destiny? What, are we still 15 years old? I can't just wait around for you, Nate! I graduated from Yale, I returned to the city although I said I wouldn't, and I meet this fantastic guy who loves me. Why can't you be happy for me?" She said, twisting the ruby ring on her finger anxiously. She shook her head and turned back to her dresser.

"Is this what you want?" He asked. "To be married to him?"

Blair looked down at the dresser so she wouldn't have to look at Nate. "Yeah, it is."

He walked up to her dresser and she turned around. "I think you should probably go, I have to get going to a luncheon," she said.

He stayed put. "I love you." He whispered. He leaned down to kiss her. Yes, it had been a long time ago since they did this…but feelings don't go away that easily.

Nate was sitting at the back corner of the café, fidgeting with his phone, deciding whether or not to call Blair, again. But before he could decide, she strolled into the café.

"What do you want, Nate? My fiancé is back in town."

Nate cringed at those words. "But the other night we-"

Blair sat down next to Nate and took a sip of his coffee, just as demanding as ever. "Yes, I know we slept together the other night. It was wrong, it was shameful, and I'm never doing it again. I let myself give in once, but that's over. I'm stronger now. I don't need you. I don't need this. I don't need us." She was lucky she still had her black oversized sunglasses on.

"But then why would you need to let yourself give in? If you don't need me, you wouldn't have needed to give in. You wouldn't need to give in if your life was good enough for you. But clearly, it isn't. I'm hoping I am." He lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. Her usual calm and strong façade was given away by the panic and indecisiveness he saw in her big doe eyes.

"Blair." He started. "I know I'm good enough for you. Just please, let me show you that."