October has come and passed and when you see deliciously sculpted pumpkins on everybody's front door it can only mean one thing: Trick or Treat?

"The staff wants the party. I don't. I'm not going," Blair said while the 'family' was having breakfast.

"That's just silly, Blair. We have to go!" Pierre said while throwing Cookie a piece of something.

"I am too old for Halloween," she said.

"Come on, Blair! You, old? You barely look forty," Ed charmingly said.

She glared at him.

"What Ed was trying to say, mom, is that nobody is too old for Halloween! Invite some of your friends!" Belle encouraged her.

"Yes! Serena et Nate! Jenny aussi! " Pierre cheered.

"Alright, " she mumbled.

"Great! What are we going as? "Pierre asked. "I want to be the Scarecrow and you could be Dorothy!"

"But mom still has her Marie-Antoinette costume!" Belle was horrified at the idea.

"But it will be more in the spirit of Halloween!" Pierre cheered.

Blair didn't know what to say while Edward was mildly amused and didn't bother to look away from his French breakfast.

. "I guess its okay," Blair awkwardly said. Belle rolled her eyes.

"I will go to make some phone calls!" Pierre jumped from his seat.

"Ugh…"Belle also left the table.

Blair looked at Edward. He smiled and took a bit out of his toast.

May and Rob were eating pancakes, when the door rang. Dan was making coffee.

"I'll go get it," Rob pulled away from the table.

After looking through the small circle on their door, he pulled away and then looked again. He still couldn't believe it. He didn't answer. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"The wife of the lead singer of Nirvana State of Mind is on our front step!" he yelled.

"Who?" May looked at him.

"Serena..." Dan said and rushed to the door. Indeed, Serena van der Woodsen was waiting behind the door.

"Hey…" he said and etched what seemed to be a shy wave.

"Hello, Dan," she said. "I know this may be a little weird, but…"

"It's not weird," he said. "You appearing on my front step after about fifteen years. Not at all weird."

Meanwhile, both May and Rob reappeared from behind the corner.

"Are these your children?" she asked.

"Yeah, these are May and Robert," he presented them.

"Wait, you two know each other?"

"We went to high school together," she said.

"That's right. And 'yes' we know each other. May I remind you that you that our cousin Alexander's father is Serena's brother?"

"Right! Don't you want to come in?" Rob asked.

"If there isn't any problem…" she looked at Dan.

"Not at all. We were just having breakfast," Rob said.

Serena entered the loft. Looking around, old memories came back to life.

"You haven't changed a thing," she stated in amazement. Then her eyes fell on a group of photos. Among them was one of Arielle. She fell quiet.

"Anyways, it won't take long. I was planning on making something special for this Halloween and then I remembered one of your dad's recipes. I was wondering if you could give it to me…"

"Which one of them?" he asked.

"Pumpkin cake?"

"Yes, we have it written somewhere!" Rob said and started rummaging around the house.

"Would you like some coffee?" May asked.

"No, thanks," her eyes were fixed on Dan. He wasn't the man he used to be. His hair, even though it was cut short, was greyer. His eyes were more tired, but she could still see a part of the old Dan in them.

"Here it is!" Rob came up to her.

"Thank you. I'll just copy it down somewhere…" she looked around.

"No need to. We have copies of it," he smiled.

"Well then…" she looked at Dan. "Thanks. Nice to see you and meeting you," she glanced at May and Rob.

"You wouldn't mind giving me an autograph," Rob asked.

"Really, there's no need to," she answered.

"Well then I hope you liked it here," he charmingly said.

"Bye," she waved before closing the door.

"Serena van der Woodsen came in our loft!" Rob jumped with ecstasy.

"Apparently a lot of times before," May added.

"Dad, you never told us you were such good friends!"

"We aren't," Dan said. "And don't get too excited, you two. You should better go get your waiter uniforms for tonight's party," he harshly said.

Jenny was still in her office when the sun came up. She fell asleep with her head on the desk and her hand propped against a half full coffee mug. The phone started ringing. She groaned. Her head was hurting very badly.

"Hello…" she answered.

"Jenny?" her eyes widened upon recognizing Erik's voice. "Did I wake you up?"

"Kinda… what happened?"

"Did you receive an invitation for Blair's party?" he asked her.

"I think I did," she looked through the mess of papers on her desk. "Yeah, I did."

"And you're coming?"

"I guess," she started looking for some aspirin.

"Good, because I am coming with Paolo too," he said. "And I was wondering if you could bring Alexander along…" he said.

She tensed. "I don't think so. I think he's going to his school party."

"Could you at least ask him if he wants to come? I was thinking that maybe after the party we could go somewhere to talk…"

"Oh, okay, I'll talk to him…" Jenny was feeling awkward. "Bye."

She closed her phone and started the shower.

"You do realize that you have spent ten full hours in your office?" she heard her son's voice. She smiled. "It's not healthy, mom."

"I know, but don't worry. I'm going to take it easier. Your dad called."

"What did he say?"

"Well he asked if you wanted to come along with me to Blair's Halloween party. I told him you were going to your school's party."

"I don't mind coming to Blair's party."

She forcedly smiled. "You can bring a date if you want to."

She left for her shower.

"A date…"

He pulled out his phone and nervously dialed Capitu's number. She was wrapping the small caramel candies she had just made.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Just fine. Preparing sweets for tonight's children."

"Oh. Listen, I was wondering if you would like to join me for a Halloween party tonight."

"Sorry. I'm spending Halloween with my mother and Dan. Sawyer is going to support May with he punishment."

"I know. Nasty and unfair…."he said. "Well anyway the party is going to be boring."

A long pause followed.

"You're welcomed to join us if you like. If you leave the party earlier…" she added.

"Really? Then I'll come."

"You don't have to…"

"No, I insist! Spare me some treats!"

A little too excited there, A. Don't you know that before the treats come the tricks?"

Charlotte was in the kitchen drinking orange juice. She had decided that today she will stay in her pajamas and after go to the party. She looked at her phone. No call or message from Sawyer.

"Dad?" she was surprised to see her father home at that hour.

"Yes, Charlotte. What's the matter?" he replied.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Yes, well, I've decided not to go today."

"Oh, okay."

"I've been invited to Blair's Halloween party. I still don't have a costume. I was wondering if we could go pick out one together."

"I already have my Pink Panther costume."

"Charlotte, where were you last night?" he asked her.

She frowned. "At Belle's with the girls."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, dad, what's wrong? You're freaking me out."

"Nothing. So are you coming with me or what?"

"S-sure," she strangely looked at him.

"Hello, daddy!" Belle answered her.

"Hey, princess B," Chuck said. "How are you?"

"Just getting ready for my Halloween party," she replied while hopping around the penthouse. She noticed through the almost closed door of Blair's room her Dorothy costume.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm a little too old for school parties, don't you think?" he laughed.

"I was thinking you could go to mom's Halloween party."

"Blair didn't invite me."

"Consider yourself invited."

"Are you sure?"

"Belle Bass is always sure," she replied.

"That's my girl."

"You still have the Louis the fourteenth costume?"

"That's the one."

"Love you, dad."

"Love you too."

After closing his phone he sighed. How easy it was for him to tell her that he loves her.

When Kurt entered his house he felt the smell of smoke. He ran to the kitchen. There he saw Rebecca and Jane.

"Hi, Kurt!" Jane said.

"Jane, what happened? Is the house on fire? Where's mom?"

"Relax, Kurt. We're just making pumpkin pie," Jane smiled.

"Should it be like this? With all this smoke?"

"Jane, come and lend me a hand with this," Rebecca called for her sister.

They took from inside the oven a dish full of black stuff, with smoke coming out of it.

"Is it done?" Jane.

"Oh, It's done for good," Rebecca stared at the dish. "It was fun though…"

"Where's mom?" Kurt asked.

"She got a phone call and took it upstairs," Rebecca said.

Kurt went upstairs to speak to his mother. The door to her room was almost closed. He could see her sitting by the mirror and animatedly talking on the phone.

"Yeah I had fun, too. I'm looking forward to it. So I guess I'll see you at the party? Okay, bye!"

To whom was she talking…so intimately? Was there a man in her life? A man he did not know about? He knocked.

"Yes?"

"Mom, you're pie just got burned," he said.

"Oh, no! And I wanted to make something special!"

"Who were you talking with?"

"A friend," she bit her lower lip.

"Do I know her?" he played dumb.

"I don't think so…" she got up. "Come downstairs."

They went into the kitchen.

"Mom, your pie just got burned," Jane said.

"Well, we'll just have to order some," she said.

"We're not staying here for Halloween. We have a school party!" Jane continued.

"Good, because I'm going to a party too!" Serena breathed.

"With who?" Kurt asked.

"Blair…" she looked at him.

"Oh…"

"By the way, Belle called," she told her son.

"Oh, I think I'm heading off to see her"

"She said she's busy and that she'll meet you at the party!" Serena called.

He left the house and decided to go for a walk in the park. While sitting on a bench, he thought about Belle and how much he wanted to talk to her, but whenever he needed her, she wasn't there.

"I still don't understand why you dragged me all the way to Brooklyn for a costume," Nate said from behind the changing room.

"It is the best in New York," she called back. Actually she was looking forward in accidentally meeting Sawyer.

"Well, how do I look?" he asked her.

"Like a phantom," she smiled. She had to admit her father was still a handsome man. He turned to admire himself in the mirror.

She noticed a familiar lady at the cash register renting a witch costume. It was Vanessa Abrams.

"Mrs. Abrams!" she called.

Vanessa turned. "Charlotte!" she said. "How are you?"

"Fine, I'm here with my father. He's buying a costume."

"I am only renting one. We have spooky story night. If you want to come…"

"Actually I am going to a party," she said.

"Charlotte!" Nate called her.

"Over here, dad!"

Nate proudly walked with his costume up to them.

"So, I was thinking of buying-"he said, but paused when he saw Vanessa. "Vanessa?"

"Nate?" she said.

"You two know each other?" Charlotte asked.

"No," she said.

"Yes," he said in the same time.

She confusedly looked at them.

"I mean 'yes' I know her…she has a…" he looked at her.

"The bookshop," she quickly said.

"You've been to her bookshop?"

"A couple of times…" he looked at Vanessa.

"He bought some…books. Oh, would you look at the time? I have to get things ready. Nice seeing you!"

She left the shop. Charlotte looked at her father. He shrugged and went to pay for the costume.

"You really don't have to do this, Sawyer," May said as they picked up their uniforms. She had as a punishment for stealing to be waitress at the school's party. Sawyer volunteered to help her.

"No problem. I actually get paid for it," he smiled. "I know it is unfair."

"Thanks."

He was on his third cigarette when she saw Charlotte. She noticed him.

"Hey, Kurt."

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"Taking a shortcut to my place through the park. I've been out with my father."

"Oh…" he thoughtfully said.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Well…" he wanted to say.

"We can talk about it…" she hesitantly said.

"Well…" and he started telling her everything.

"Yes, honey, I'll be there in half an hour. Don't worry…" Blair closed her phone. "Dorota!" she cried.

"Yes, Mrs. Montpassant, what is the matter?" the old maid rushed in the room.

"Pray tell me, how on earth you got coffee spilled all over my Halloween costume!"

"I know nothing about this, I swear…" the maid said.

"What am I going to do now?!" Blair cried in despair.

"How about the Marie-Antoinette costume?" she heard Belle's voice.

Belle was already dressed in her French cabaret dancer. She had a black corset with red ribbons and under the black skirt she had lines of red lace. Not to mention the lovely white baby-doll she wore under it all.

"You…" Blair looked at her. "Honestly, Belle, why did you have to do it?"

"I didn't do anything. Fortunately, I prepared your other costume, just in case," she revealed the nice blue dress. "And I've cleaned the wig too," she showed the enormous blonde beehive wig.

Blair glared at her. She smirked.

"Give it to me! You are so grounded…" she growled before closing the door to her room.

"God sees what you are doing Miss Belle," Dorota said.

"I didn't do anything…"she said.

"That was dirty," she heard Edward's voice.

When she turned, she saw his Zorro suit.

"You're the one to talk about dirty…" she said.

"Have I ever told you about my fantasies with Nicole Kidman?" he came up to her and picked up a strand of her hair.

"I don't think I'm quite interested. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to get to."

"Can I catch a ride with you?" he asked.

"No."

Charlotte entered the dim lighted restaurant where the school's Halloween party was held. All eyes were on and on her date, Chase Ashwood. Miranda and Candy came up to her. Chase had to leave, to speak with some friends. Upon looking around the room, Charlotte saw May. She sighed. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be there.

"Would you like a drink, Miss?" she froze when she heard a familiar voice.

"Y-yes," she took a glass of pumpkin juice from the tray Sawyer was holding. "What are you doing here?"

"Helping out a friend. I can't exactly stand injustice."

"Me neither. I don't think it was her fault," Charlotte hurriedly said.

"I can see that," Sawyer bitterly said upon looking at Chase. "Excuse me."

"Sawyer!" she called.

In the other corner of the room, Kurt was standing with his glass in his hand looking at the others through his Harlequin mask. So many thoughts were going through his mind. He was alone. But then he stopped. He saw Charlotte.

"The End," Vanessa said after closing her book. It was big and brown with a bitten-off cover.

"Wow…" the little children stated.

"Now, you can go trick or treat at the cash register. Capitu organized a table full of treats."

"That was great, Vanessa," Dan smiled.

"Well, thanks. The kids love it too. You should better go to the tables if you want to get a treat," she joked with him.

"No tricks?"

"None."

Everybody stared at Blair when she entered the room. She was gorgeous, but they were all expecting her to be Dorothy.

"Blair…"Pierre approached her.

"I'm so sorry. I had an accident with my other costume and-" she started apologizing.

"I just wanted to say that you are beautiful," he smiled.

"Thanks," she softly smiled. She saw Chuck behind Pierre's shoulder. One thing came into her mind: matching costumes. "Could you excuse me?"

"Sure."

She went up to Chuck. He smirked.

"Allow me to say that you are ravishing."

"What are you doing here, Chuck?" she asked.

"Our lovely daughter suggested that I should come. Pinocchio there, was thrilled that I came."

"Why did you have to come…" she rolled her eyes.

"You seem bored, I just came to lighten up the mood," he smiled.

"Please, avoid me."

"That's impossible. Have you ever considered fate?" he called after her, but she didn't reply.

Nate and Serena were sitting at different edges of the sofa. She was thinking of Dan Humphrey and what had happened years ago, while he was still puzzled by the brief meeting with Vanessa that day.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked her.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes."

Jenny was walking through the room by Alexander's side. She was so proud that she was holding his arm and everybody was talking about her handsome and well educated son. Her smile faded when she spotted Erik and his Italian boyfriend. Paolo was little older than Erik. He had dark olive colored skin and curly black hair.

"Hello, Alexander, Jenny," Erik said.

"Hi, dad, hi, Paolo!" they both said.

"Alexander!" Paolo hugged Alexander. "My, Erik, he is looking more and more like you…"

"Thank you…" Alexander said and looked at his mother. He was feeling awkward whenever Paolo was around. "I would like something to drink…"

"Are you enjoying yourself, Belle?" Charlotte asked her friend.

"Yes, I am, but what' s up with Kurt? First, we're not wearing matching costumes and now he didn't even approach me!"

"You should go and talk to him," Charlotte smiled.

"I should…" she went up to her boyfriend and outstretched her hand. "Dance with me."

"I'm a little tired…" he said.

"Dance with me," she insisted.

He accepted her hand. They went on the dancing floor and they started dancing. It was slow song and she linked her arms around her his neck. She was close to him, but his hold was so loose.

"What's the matter?" she asked him.

"Stuff happened," he passively said.

"Tell me," she said.

"I tried to…" he whispered. "You were never there to listen to me," he looked at her. "Lets go talk somewhere…" he pulled her away.

"And there goes the happy couple," May commented to Sawyer.

"You want me to talk to him?" he asked her. "About the whole kiss part?"

"Why should you?" she rolled her eyes.

"I want to protect you."

"You don't have to. Give it a rest already," she wanted to leave.

"May, are you upset?" he asked her.

"Will you quit it?! Yes, I am upset! Just stop Sawyer I don't want your protection. Leave me alone!"

"But…" he wanted to say, but she already disappeared in the crowd leaving him heartbroken. He finally understood: him and May. Never meant to be.

Alexander looked at his phone. He texted to Capitu: "Be there in half an hour." Now he was looking for his mother to tell her that he was leaving.

"Your mother and Paolo are outside on the balcony. Should we join them?" his father caught up with him.

"Yes," Alex said.

When he got there he saw the worried look on Jenny's face. Paolo was as joyful as ever.

"Mom?" he looked at her.

She mouthed an 'I'm sorry.'

"Son," Erik started. "I and Paolo. We love each other and so we decided that we want to spend the rest of our lives together," he linked arms with his boyfriend. "We have decided to get married," he proudly announced.

"When? I mean, when you decided this?" he was shocked and puzzled.

"For a while now…We want a small ceremony and-"

"Did you know about this mom?" he looked at her. She nodded. "Okay…I think I am going to leave now…" he stepped back. He was never quite used to the idea that his father was gay, but this was too much.

"Alex!" Jenny called.

"Alex, lets talk, lets be sensible!" Erik also called. "This is all because of you Jenny!" he looked at her.

"Me?"

"You set him against me!"

"That's not true!"

"I'm going after him," he left the room.

"Erik, wait!" she yelled. Paolo was looking at her.

"Don't be upset, Jenny…" he wanted to say.

"Give it a rest, Paolo," she left him there alone.

Blair looked as Alexander left the room, then Erik, then Jenny and then Paolo. 'Something must be wrong…' she thought.

"I have a surprise for you, darling," she heard her husband's voice behind her.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, tonight at half past one we have plane tickets for Paris!" he smiled.

"Pierre, but I didn't pack anything!" she said.

"Doesn't matter. You were a wonderful host. I've booked for us one week in Paris," he smiled.

"You are wonderful!" she kissed him.

Chuck just looked at them.

"Great…" May looked at her ripped lace socks. Some drunken fool pushed her and she fell. That night was like hell.

"Need any help," she looked up only to see Chase Ashwood.

"Not exactly…" she bit her lower lip.

"Look, I know about what happened a few nights ago and…well…I know I blew you off, but I was expecting a date back then, which turned out to be the stupidest thing ever…and well…how about I make it up to you?"

"Why should I say yes?" she looked at him.

"Because I am charming, willing to leave my beautiful date for you and most of all I am saving you from the embarrassment of walking around with ripped socks…"

She had to admit the guy did have a point. " I could use a ride home…"

They both left the restaurant. Sawyer sighed. He had already undone his tie.

"Yeah, I've been blown off too…" he looked up and saw Charlotte.

"And why are you still here?" he asked her.

"Because I care."

"I finally saw it too. Me and her…maybe it wasn't meant to be."

"I'm sorry," she sat next to him.

"Any ideas?" he asked her.

"Well, I happen to know that this building has an amazing view from the roof top and well I happen to have a bottle of champagne and two available glasses."

He looked at her smile and in some way it made it all seem a lot better. He got up.

"Lead the way…"

"So this it, huh?" she said.

"I'm sorry, Belle, we need to break up. It's not you, it's me. I need to be away from the others..."

"The others except Charlotte, right?!" she yelled. The room was very dim lighted. Only the street lights from outside.

"I can't ignore my feelings for her," he said.

"You don't care about us, then?!"

"I'm sorry, Belle. I tried to make it work…"

"No, just get out!" she yelled. "Get out, go after her! Be happy!"

"Belle…"

"Just get out!" she fell in to a corner and started crying.

He nodded and left.

"Capitu, I'm going to bed," Vanessa stopped in the doorway of the kitchen before going upstairs. Her daughter was by the window.

"I'm going too, mom," she looked at her. Two hours had passed since Alexander's last text. She looked one more time outside and blue out the candle inside the pumpkin in front of her.

It was time for Belle Bass to come out again. The party was still going on, yet her only intention was to leave. She saw that Kurt was nowhere to be seen. And as she was getting ready to leave the familiar melody from Moulin Rouge rang in her ears. Audience she had, music she had. She saw Edward smirking in her direction. 'Have I ever told you about my fantasies with Nicole Kidman?'. She didn't have time to think when she raised her skirt revealing her undergarments and the nice red lace. Everybody was cheering. Edward couldn't believe his eyes. He raised his glass in her direction. She made a few pirouettes before quickly leaving the room.

They say that the effect of the new moon varies. I say it has nothing to with it. Some people can't keep a low profile even if they try. I'd like to see you after a few glasses of scotch and a really messy break up.

Edward ran after her. She was in the cold trying to call her limo driver.

"Belle," he put his cape around her.

"Just leave already, Ed!" she said.

"What was that?" he asked.

"That was me after seventeen years of imprisonment and playing perfect girlfriend!" she said with tears in her eyes.

"I got you…"he compassionately tucked her under his arm and they both entered the limo.

They saw the saw the note from their parents on the door. Dorota had already left. She entered the penthouse first and went in the middle of the main hallway. And as they sat there in the dim lighted hallway all the memories of the night came back to her. He had taken his hat off. Her hair was a mess, the fake beauty spot she had on her cheek was long lost. Black lines of mascara were smeared over her cheeks and under her eyes. He came up to her and looked at her. Her hands went behind his head and untied his mask. She took it off and let it fall on the floor. His finger rubbed along her cheek. She let it fall in his hand.

"You were amazing tonight…" he whispered.

She looked up at him and gently tiptoed. He kept looking at her until her lips moved against his. They kissed.

"Wait, are you sure?" he pushed her away.

She nodded and answered his question with a more passionate and feverish kiss. He picked her up in his arms and took her upstairs in her room. The door closed with a loud thud behind them.

Bottom line is that after all the tricks, come the treats…Happy Halloween!

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Extremly long chapter, I know...but I hope you like. I felt that all these things have to happen in only one chapter.