A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for your reviews, alerts, and favourites for this story! As promised, it took me awhile to find time to write this, but it is DOUBLE the usual length then all my other chapters, rounding off at 9K, so enjoy!

Chapter 15: Charade No More

On the Upper East Side, the entire world's a stage, and the men and women are merely players. But once a year, Constance and St. Jude's students shed their usual roles and take on new ones for the senior class play. This year's pick, the age of innocence.

Before GG there was Edith Horton, and how little has changed. The same society snobs still reigned in corsets and horse drawn carriages.

"Let's go people! Move it! Move it!" Julian's voice boomed backstage.

The night of the play had finally arrived. Backstage was a frenzy of activity. Actors were in costume, some reciting lines, others getting their makeup done. The stage crew scampered around, making sure all props were in place, actors were accounted for, and light and sound were ready and set up.

Evelyn's legs were tired from raced almost all over the school hastily, in preparation for the show. Programs were printed, and waiting at the opening doors, all the actors were present and so far, every technological glitch from Eric's end had been corrected. Evelyn finished rounding up the actors in smaller roles to get ready. In front of her, individual make up tables were set up with attached mirrors. Circular light bulbs rounded the perimeter of each mirror, just like a Hollywood dressing room. Evelyn the last costume to a senior girl and sighed. It was the first time she'd stopped all afternoon.

Evelyn stretched her long arms above her head, and massaged her sore muscles. She was still recovering from her last soccer tryout. Coach McKinley made all the offensive players practice short sprints. That, along with the usual drills and scrimmage put Evelyn a bit over the edge physically. She took the moment to rest, and watched the flurry of activity around her. Ahead of her, Evelyn noted Blair and her minions getting ready and could hear all of their conversation.

"So you still haven't been accepted?" Nelly Yuki said from her dressing table.

Blair swatted Dorota's hands from messing up her wig. "In due time, Nelly. I am expecting it tonight. It's been a bit… delayed, but it'll be here momentarily." Blair adjusted the pins that secured her wig onto her head. "Besides, I know you're still pining for Yale Nelly, but let's face the facts. I'm going to Yale and you're not. Okay?" Blair batted her eyelashes. Her smile was sickly sweet.

Nelly scowled and retreated to regroup with the other minions. She pushed and pulled at her costume trying to find comfort – but it was no use. The fat suit she had to wear for her role was heavy and constricting. Evelyn pitied the poor girl.

She resumed her work, organizing all the props when suddenly, she heard a commotion. She looked up at the sound of a cellphone ringtone going off. A huge gasp caught her attention. She turned to see Nelly Yuki's hand covering her mouth.

"What is it Nell?" Isabel asked.

"I got the early acceptance to Yale."

Wait, didn't Blair already get it? Evelyn wondered to herself. She continued to eavesdrop – which wasn't hard due to their shrill shrieks and group hugs. All the minions gathered in a tight circle, smiling at Nelly's triumph.

Blair stood from her chair, annoyed. "What is the meaning of this? You're not even ready for the show. Chop! Chop!" Blair clapped her hands.

Nelly stood strong, confidence bursting through her suit. "Why are you still standing around? I said now! Let's go!" Blair ordered.

Nelly smirked proudly. "Check your email Blair."

"What? Why? Is it Yale's acceptance letter?" Blair asked frantically pawing for her phone. She pushed her minions to the side and snatched her phone, fervently checking her email. Evelyn riffled through the almost empty rack of clothes, trying to look productive. She ignored Rose's constant orders on the headset. Carefully, she removed her headphones, letting them hang around her neck.

Evelyn's steely eyes flitted to the scene before her. Blair had long since silenced. She shook her head adamantly in disbelief. "This isn't possible. T-They must have sent the wrong emai-"

Nelly crossed her arms over her swollen stomach. "I'm the Constance girl who got early acceptance."

Blair's face contorts into a look of repulsion. "What? You? That doesn't make sense. You barely broke 2200 on your SATS!" Her eyes darted back to her phone. "Why didn't they pick me…?"

"I guess they just didn't want you. Face it Blair. You've lost Yale."

Blair looked back up at Nelly, her mouth hung open. Her eyes darted around the room and for the first time, the Queen didn't have any words to say. Blair stepped backward, slowly, step by step, and without a word, bolted for the nearest exit. Nobody moved to go after her. Her minions celebrated.

Evelyn felt a surge to help her. Although she had no love for Blair Waldorf, she could understand the feeling of rejection. It was one of her biggest fears too. Her tired legs were about to move when Julian's voice distracted her.

"Curtain call is in forty-five minutes. Can I have all the actors meet with me now please!"

Evelyn put on her headset and thankfully the line was silent. She could hear Julian from the other room. "Where is Blair? Where is my lead player?"

Momentarily, Rose was on the line. "Everybody, we have a situation here. We need somebody to find Blair Waldorf and Daniel Humphrey right away."

"I've seen Dan and Blair around," Eric said from the sound box.

"I know. They've both disappeared. They need to be ready for show time, or the show doesn't go on!" Rose snarled.

"Aren't there understudies?" He retorted.

"Yes, Brad is waiting but Julia is sick."

She could hear Julian's barking and rolled her eyes. "I'm on it," Evelyn replied quickly. She wasn't close at all with Blair, but it was clear to her, that nobody else involved in the show would help her now. Blair was the star. What's a show without its star?

Evelyn sped walked in the direction Blair went. She passed the clothing room and the props. She heard a loud clanging from the props room. Checking to see if anyone's hurt, Evelyn flung the door open. "Hello – Oh. My. God."

Evelyn froze as two half naked people looked at her startled. She found Dan all right. With Miss. Carr.

So, the rumor was actually true.

"I-I- s-sorr-actors-s stage-now." Evelyn slammed the door shut and ran down the hall. Why the hell do I always walk in on people doing it? Evelyn wondered frustrated. Evelyn found the nearest exit to the main part of the school. With a bit of luck, maybe Blair didn't leave the school yet. Evelyn ran down the dimly lit corridors, shouting Blair's name.

"Blair? BLAIR!"

Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks after searching each hallway of the school. It was no use. Blair was gone. Evelyn sighed heavily, not knowing what to tell Rose or even Julian. She shuttered at the thought of dealing with his wrath.

Sniffle, sniffle.

The noise was faint, and Evelyn thought she was imagining it. She strained herself and heard the sound again, followed by a sharp gasp. It had to be Blair. It just had to.

Evelyn checked each classroom door, until the third last door opened. The sniffling was louder and more pronounced. Evelyn's eyes scanned the room, until she saw up at the front, where the chalkboard glowed in the moonlight, Blair slumped against the wall. She held her knees close to her frame, tears streamed down her cheeks.

Slowly and as silently, Evelyn padded toward her. Blair looked up from her knees, a mix of shock and panic in her eyes. "W-What are you doing here?"

She wiped her tears away hastily. "I'm here to come get you. The play starts in less than a half an hour."

Blair's teary eyes looked almost glassy from the moonlight seeping through the windows. Blair turned and said, "You can go tell Julian I will not be performing."

Oh shit, Evelyn cursed in her mind. The girl before her, who she always so cold and ridged, had come undone. The famous Blair Waldorf everyone had told her about was in pieces.

She had no idea what to do about it.

"What? Come on Blair, I know you're very upset about losing Yale but-"

"Don't talk to me about Yale." Blair glared menacingly.

That was definitely the wrong approach. How on earth was she going to calm Blair down in time for the show? Evelyn took a step closer and sat down in front of her. She crossed her legs, and tangled her fingers together in her lap.

"I didn't ask you to sit here. I want to be alone right now."

Evelyn was unfazed. She'd pulled the same effort whenever she was upset. Everyone would do what she asked, and she would be alone. But she didn't mean what she said. She'd feel lonelier than ever. She had no doubts Blair operated the same way.

"Well, if you're not going back, then I'm not either. I'd rather not get the wrath of Julian right now."

Blair glowered. "You Basses don't know when to quit."

Evelyn shrugged. "True. Although I don't know you very well, based on your reputation, I'm inclined to think you don't either. Or so I thought."

Evelyn spotted a Kleenex box on the teacher's desk. She reached, stretching all of her tense core muscles. Her fingertips groped the cardboard top. She offered the box to a sniffling Blair. "Take it. You could use some right now."

Blair sniffled and hesitantly snatched the box. She pulled a soft tissue and blew her nose. Evelyn didn't know what else to say. She and Blair weren't friends. They weren't enemies either. How would she convince her to come back?

"I know you're really upset right now, but you've already made a commitment to this play."

Blair scoffed. "Me? Upset? Why would I be? I just lost my dream. My future. Why wouldn't I be upset?"

Evelyn ran her clammy hands down her black pants. She checked her watch. Twenty minutes until show time. "If you're not going to get over yourself, I'll bring some reinforcements."

"Please, nobody you can contact can change my mind." Blair started to push herself off the floor. "In fact, I think it's about time I leave."

No! Evelyn fumed. She fumbled for her phone and started dialing. Quickly, she was on her feet, blocking Blair's path. Blair moved to one side, and Evelyn mirrored her. Their height difference was to Evelyn's advantage. Evelyn was practically the same height as her brother, which meant that she had to look down to Blair since she was so small.

"Who are you calling?" Blair hissed.

"My brother first, then Serena."

Blair froze. Her puffy eyes squinted with confusion. "Chuck's here?"

Evelyn pressed the dial button and held the phone to her ear. "Yes."

"B-But why?"

Evelyn scoffed. "To watch you of course."

Blair's mouth tugged into a sad smile. A plan formulated in Evelyn's mind, which might just work. She pressed the call end button just as her brother finally picked up. "It'll be a shame since he came tonight to support you. It's too bad that you're too scared to face Nelly and everybody else after being defeated."

"I'm not scared, nor defeated." Blair scoffed crossing her arm.

Evelyn smirked, her plan working. "Well, I'm just saying from what Chuck has willingly told me about you that you wouldn't cower. Unless he was wrong about that."

Blair's eyes fell to the floor. She contemplated her options carefully and Evelyn waited nervously. This had to work, Evelyn thought checking her watch. Fifteen minutes left. She sighed and rubbed her dry puffy eyes. Her body straightened, her eyes determined.

"He's right." Blair said shaking the jitters in her arms. "I'll go back. Those bitches need to be put in line again."

Relief flooded Evelyn at that moment. She felt her shoulders visibly slump. "Good," She breathed slowly. She quickly opened the door and marched alongside Blair back to the auditorium. A comfortable silence created a distance between the two. Evelyn didn't mind. They probably would never talk much again. This was strictly business.

Suddenly, Blair broke the silence. "I'm sorry by the way, for how I treated you during your first week here."

Taken aback, Evelyn could barely contain her surprise of Blair's confession. "That's okay. Y-You didn't know."

The backstage door was approaching and Blair paused in front of it. She turned to face Evelyn and said, "Thank you for also coming to find me. I honestly didn't expect anybody to care."

"Well, that's kind of who I am. No matter how crappy someone treated me in the past, if someone's in trouble, I help them. It's bitten me in the ass a couple of times."

Blair cocked her head to the side. "That's good that you care. Very few people do around here, but it'll get you far. People don't forget those that have helped them in the past. Like right now. Once we walk in, please don't tell anyone about our conversation. A queen always needs to be strong, and I can't have people knowing of my gabfests with underclassmen – no offense. But I'm not going to forget you helping me. I owe you now."

Evelyn smiled. "You don't owe me anything. I was doing my job. But I can guarantee I won't say anything. Not even to Chuck, who is going to wonder why I called."

Blair shook her head. "Are you both close?"

"We're growing together. We've started to fight a bit, but I think we're just catching up on what should have happened all those years that we missed together."

Blair turned and opened the backstage door. She held it for Evelyn who said, "I was supposed to find Dan Humphrey too. Well I did, but I kinda ran to find you."

Blair quirked her perfectly plucked eyebrow, all evidence of her crying diminishing. "You found him?"

"Oh I did alright, in the props room. He wasn't alone."

Blair stopped again, her eyes wide with excitement. "He was with Ms. Carr wasn't he?"

Evelyn bit her lip. She was not content with lying to Blair, but was she in a position to tell about Dan's inappropriate relationship with Rachel? Couldn't she just pretend she saw nothing? That option was much more appealing.

Blair smiled innocently. She'd seen that smile before. It was the same one that Blair used the information she wanted. "You can tell me Evelyn. I won't say a word to anyone."

Evelyn opened her mouth to respond when Dan intercepted her. "There you two are, Julian has been looking all over for you."

Blair scowled at Dan, but he completely ignored her. His dark eyes fixated on Evelyn with worry. Evelyn squirmed a bit and walked in between Dan and Blair. She'd just deal with the Dan situation later. Once backstage, Julian paced around, dramatically waving his arms franticly. His eyes connected with hers and he rushed over toward her.

"Where have you been? The show starts in less than ten minutes! Blair needs to get in makeup right now! Dan, go stand on stage right for your entrance. And you," He pointed a finger in Evelyn's face. "You get back to work."

Anger surged through her veins and she slapped Julian's finger away from her face. "I was working for your information. Not that you'd care!"

Julian's nostrils flared. "Whatever. Just make sure all the actors are taking their cues. Think you can manage that?"

Evelyn's hands balled into fists. His tone was only fueling her temper further. She wondered if red suited Julian's face. Suddenly, a deep voice cut through her fantasy. "Why don't you stop being an asshat? Seriously Julian, no one cares about this play but you."

Julian just rolled his eyes, saying a few things under his breath. He stormed away, annoyed. Evelyn sighed and turned to the owner of the voice, which she could have told without looking. Nate. "Thanks Nate."

"He deserved it,' Nate said taking his place in the wings. He was in the opening scene.

Dan approached her afterward, his face serious. "Whatever you saw Evelyn-"

"I didn't see anything," she lied. She didn't have time to deal with Dan's drama and pushed him on stage. Blair was prepped and ready in the wings. Evelyn turned on her headset and told Eric everyone was ready backstage.

"Rodger that. It's show time."

The curtains rolled to a close and a loud applause echoed in the theatre. Chuck clapped in his seat along with everybody else. In twos, his fellow classmates took a bow. Starting with the dancers, than minor roles, and finally the star roll. He smiled as Blair waved to the audience, just like a queen would to her people. She grinned and curtseyed, soaking in all the attention. His seat was fairly close to the front of the stage. Even so, he squinted and immediately noticed her smile didn't reach her eyes. Something was wrong. The thick red curtain closed shut, and the dimmed lights brightened.

Earlier before the show, he got a strange call from his sister. He just got out of his limo and was confused why she would call him. He texted her back a couple times and only got the following result.

Can't talk now. I'm calling you right after the play. Need your help.

Chuck stood from his seat, and shuffled into the aisle allowing others to pass by and passed the doors. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he didn't waste a second to answer.

"Is everything okay?" He skipped the pleasantries. Her text wasn't frantic, but a new concern filled him. Protective.

He kind of liked its powerful feeling.

"Hey Chuck. I'm fine. I just need you to come backstage right now."

Chuck started walking toward the stage. "I'll be there in a minute."

He excused himself past Bart and Lily, and made a beeline for the stage. He pulled the velvety curtains aside and slipped passed them. He scanned the area for his sister. After a few moments of craning his neck back and forth, he spotted her.

"Hey," He placed a hand on her shoulder and she turned to face him.

"Thank god." She sighed with distress.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to you?"

Evelyn shook her head. "It's not me, it's Blair. She didn't get into Yale."

"Wait, what?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "It's now on Gossip Girl. Nelly Yuki got in."

Chuck shook his head firmly. "That can't be possible. "

"Well, it's true. And Blair almost didn't perform tonight if I didn't find her. Anyway, I was able to stall her, but she needs someone right now. I thought you'd want to know that." Evelyn looked over his shoulder

"Great, now she's making a getaway. Just go! I'll talk to you later." Evelyn pushed him in the Blair's direction. Serena was pleading for Blair to stay, but the brunette wouldn't listen.

Chuck's body turned to Blair's retreating form and back to Evelyn. "Thank you." He wanted to say more but didn't want to lose Blair. He hope she understand the look he gave her telling her he'd talk to her later.

"Chuck…" Serena's voice trailed panicking.

"I've got this Serena." Chuck replied. He then focused on Blair. He pushed through the doors into the hallway and walked quickly – far too quickly for his liking – and saw a brunette turn the corner. His steps turned into gallops, and from gallops into a quick jog. He closed the distance between them and called her name. "Blair!"

She turned, startled. "Bass?"

"Blair, is everything okay? I heard about Yale-"

Blair's eyes hardened. She stepped away from Chuck, and he felt the ice radiating off of her. He wasn't sure what to do; he'd never been in this situation before. Chuck cleared his throat and tried again.

"You were wonderful in the play tonight." He took a step closer.

She scoffed, her arms folded below her chest. "I don't care." She turned and started marching toward the door.

He ignores her jab and rushed after her. "Where are you going?"

"What's it to you?" She spat.

"You can't just go off by yourself Waldorf and think it's going to be okay."

Blair kept pace, swinging her arms violently. "You sound like a jealous boyfriend."

Whatever reaction Blair wanted with that retort, she got it. "I'm not your boyfriend," Chuck said harshly. 'We're friends remember? You said so yourself."

Blair stopped and spun on her heels to face him. "Exactly. So, as a friend, please leave me alone!"

Chuck thought back to the white party, when she asked him to fight for her. To say those three little words. He wanted to say them so badly but so many obstacles stopped him. Now, he wouldn't take that chance.

"No."

Blair smirked disgusted. "Why would you do that?"

He could say those words right her, right now. They were just words. Three simple words. "Because I-I care about you."

Fuck. Why the hell did he even think of saying those sappy words? Get a hold of yourself, Chuck thought, this isn't about you.

"You care about me?" Blair said mockingly.

"More than I'm going to be able to tell you." He took a step closer to her. "You're scaring me Waldorf." Another step.

Her eyes widen fearfully, but luckily she didn't turn away. He would if the roles were reversed. "You can't fight this anymore Blair. Charade's over."

Words failed her. Her lips didn't move, but her eyes had so much to say. If only she could just tell him, Serena, or someone, anyone. Blair Waldorf was cracking.

"Let' me help you Blair. We'll do whatever you want; you shouldn't go off by yourself. Okay?"

A curt nod was his answer. He moved to the door and held it open for her. "Where do you want to go?"

She contemplated this and responded in the quietest voice, he almost didn't catch it. "A place where I can escape."

Chuck smirked, her request all too familiar. "Lucky for you, I know just the place."

"We're free!" Evelyn threw her hands up in the air, letting the weight of her head fall backward. Her eyes closed momentarily, a weary smile on her face. It felt so good to finally have the play finished and behind her. Now, she could get back on track with her school work and, if she made it, the soccer team.

Evelyn opened her eyes, basking in the relief of the night being over. She dropped her arms, Jenny mirroring her tired gaze. "Finally," The blonde replied, massaging the back of her neck.

"You look really tired." Dark circles under Jenny's eyes concerned Evelyn. Her eyes were red from exhaustion, her shoulders slumped.

"Yeah," She rubbed her eyes and sighed, "I was up late making alterations to a few of the dresses that ripped. It was a long night."

"Seriously, you are going to pass out. Go home," Evelyn ordered.

"I plan to. I just have to find my dad in the lobby." Jenny buttoned up her coat. She smiled at Evelyn.

"See you on Monday?"

"Definitely." Jenny waved and walked to the door.

Evelyn turned and gathered her bag. The following day was designated for cleanup – which Evelyn had no intention of helping out with. She decided that she managed to fulfill her job requirement and leave it at that. Besides, the school has tones of money. They could just hire people to clean up for them. Simple as that.

Evelyn was about to meet her dad and Lily in the lobby. They'd come to support Serena, Eric and herself. Although Eric and her were apart of crew, it still made Evelyn happy that they watched the play. They cared. Her father cared. Chuck cared too. He didn't just come for Blair, she hoped – assumed – he came for her too. And Eric. As for Serena, their bickering was endearing.

Evelyn bent down to pick up her bag. It was tucked away under the table with the wigs. "Hey –"

Suddenly, a strong hand squeezed her forearm.

"What the –" Evelyn whirled around and immediately pulled her arm away instinctively. "Dan!" She gasped. She regained her composure, annoyance evident in her voice. "What the hell do you want?"

"What you saw earlier, you cannot tell anyone."

Evelyn scowled. "I already told you. I saw nothing."

Dan shook his head. "No, no. I know how you girls work. I know you'll use this for your own advantage."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. God, he was paranoid. "Why would I do that? I barely know you. I don't really want to know about your personal life – unfortunately I got an eyeful of that."

"Just… don't tell anyone."

Evelyn sighed. "Seriously. If you ask me one more time, I send it to Gossip Girl. So shut up."

She pushed passed him and out into the lobby. She really didn't care about Dan's relationship with Miss Carr. Well, she knew it was morally wrong, but knew it wasn't in her place to get involved. At least not yet. If he were to piss her off, she wouldn't be as forgiving. Evelyn just felt bad for Jenny and her grounded father Rufus who knew nothing. Mr. Humphrey would be furious if he found out. Evelyn pushed the thought and grotesque visual from her mind. She had more important things to think about.

Evelyn spotted Eric with Lily and her father. She hurried toward them, but also hoped Dan wouldn't come grabbing her neck this time. At this point, she wouldn't put it past him.

"Hi. Did you enjoy the show?"

Dressed in an eloquent gown, Lily was the first to reply. "It was wonderful. You kids put a lot of effort into the play and it showed."

Not effort, but force, Evelyn thought, but why quibble? "Yeah, it was a lot of work."

Her father grinned. "I agree with Lily. Great job. Even though you weren't necessarily visible."

"Of course! The show wouldn't run without us," Eric replied. "So, there is a cast and crew after party so we'll be home late."

Evelyn turned to him, completely left out of his plan. "We will?"

Eric elbowed her from behind, in her back. Evelyn sucked in a sharp breath but didn't cry out.

"Okay, but don't be too late alright?" Lily said with a stern look.

"Don't worry, we won't be."

Eric started to walk away, Evelyn on his heels. Her father stood in Eric's path. He looked down to Eric, due to the height difference, his eyes serious. "Keep an eye on her."

Eric nodded. "I will, don't worry."

Once out of an earshot, Eric whispered. "Did Bart just praise us?"

"Why do you sound so surprised? It's because we're awesome."

He shrugged. "It's just weird."

Evelyn waved her goodbye and followed Eric into the adjacent hallway. "What is this after party?" Evelyn questioned.

"I wasn't lying about the after party. It's happening at Isabel's house and everyone is invited – including you."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I figured since in order for everyone to be invited, I was involved. Thanks genius."

Eric ruffled a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I don't plan on going tonight. I'm going to hang out with Jonathan."

Evelyn quirked an eyebrow. "Why didn't you just tell them that?"

Eric sighed. "I don't plan on coming home tonight."

"O-Okay," Evelyn said slowly. She opened her mouth, then shut it, and nodded her head stopping any wrong words spew from her mouth. "How do you plan to explain that?"

"Don't worry I have my ways. They'll be asleep before you get home, and when I come back later tomorrow morning, I'll just say I went out for breakfast with Jonathan or something. My mom trusts me. She won't know the difference."

"Well, what about me? I don't want to go to this party alone."

"Go with Jenny then."

Evelyn sighed. "She already went home. But it's fine. I'll just go back to the penthouse."

Eric's eyes were apologetic. "No – I'm sorry. I don't want to ditch you or anything. I thought this would all work out."

"Don't worry about it Eric. Just go. You don't have to babysit me."

"But – "

"Just go! And be uh, safe okay?" Oh god she hope didn't get offended by it, Evelyn thought. Eric was too good of a person to have anything bad happen to him.

Eric smiled sincerely. "Don't worry. We've had this planned." Evelyn's stomach twisted. She wasn't comfortable talking about… that. It wasn't because Eric was gay. It really wasn't. She hated it when her friends in Connecticut swapped sex stories or talked about different positions… the idea was not appealing to her. Evelyn valued that act to be something private.

He hugged her full of reassurance and told her to text him if she needed anything. Evelyn sighed and jammed her hands in her coat pockets. She turned the corner back into the lobby to see that most people had left or was on their way. She walked slowly, eyes trained on the ground. She wasn't sure what she was going to do.

She didn't want to go to Isabel's party. She didn't even like most – if not all – of the seniors that were at that party. Maybe she'd go for a walk? Wandering by herself was probably not the best idea from a safety perspective, but Evelyn didn't care. Exploring was much more fun. And memorable. Evelyn approached the doorway and noticed a huddle of boys talking. She brushed past, not taking her eyes off the cracked pavement.

"Hey Evelyn! Evelyn!" She turned confused at who was calling her. Nate dashed toward her. "Are you going to the party?"

"No. I don't really know anybody there and I-I'm not in the mood." As lame as she thought she sounded, she wasn't going to lie. She didn't have the best luck at house parties.

"Neither am I. So, are you just going to go home?"

"I'm not sure."

"You know, we could hang out or something. Have you had the chance to really see New York?"

Evelyn looked at Nate hesitantly. "I haven't. I was thinking of exploring."

"Aimlessly? Come on I know a few staples that are a must see."

Evelyn thought of Jenny and something felt wrong about this. Nate was her friend. Her brother's best friend. Truthfully, she hadn't told him she talked to Nate often and were more than just acquaintances. Who was she to deny a good time with a friend? She's been far too busy with school and extracurriculars that she hasn't even been able to enjoy being in the city.

I'll ask him to come to our sweet sixteen for Jenny, Evelyn thought feeling at ease. "Okay," Evelyn grinned.

They started walking to an awaiting parked limo. "So what tourist attractions are actually worth seeing?"

Nate held the door open. He paused to think. "The Empire State building is overrated, not to mention closed. I'm thinking Rockefeller Plaza. Time Square is right in the center too."

Evelyn smiled and ducked into the limo. "These places better meet my expectations."

Nate shut the door behind him, confidence in his voice. "Oh they will."

After the play, Bart and Lily went back to home. It had been a long day for both of them and it was nice to be back home in the quite penthouse. Come to think of it, it was never this quiet.

Bart poured a glass of scotch and offered one to Lily. Lily shook her head, lounging on the sofa. On the coffee table were ripped open envelopes. She reached forward looking through each carefully. She rifled through the many bills and paused at a fancy black envelope. Lily's eyes scanned the card "Engagement party?"

Bart took a sip of his drink and sank beside her on the plush couch. "Must be from Philip. He said the invitation would come soon."

Lily opened up the accordion style card. "I still can't believe it. At brunch last Monday all the ladies were talking about their engagement. It's all anyone can talk about!"

Why was this engagement big deal? Bart wondered. There had been so many divorces and marriages over the years he lost track with some of the elite. Why commit if it wasn't going to last? Lily herself was an offender. Even so, most engagements weren't talked about this much.

"You never told me why their engagement is so important. They're just people Lily."

Lily shook her head. "That's because you don't know the whole story."

"I recall you were going to tell me."

Lily shifted in her position, finding a comfortable spot. "I just found out I was pregnant with Eric at the time when it happened. Ruby's father came from a very old family. The Taylors. Her father Richard Taylor was very rich and powerful. At the time, Ruby was engaged to Carl Vanderbilt – who is Ann Archibald's cousin," Lily paused. "Anyway, a month before the wedding, Ruby arranged for her Bachelorette Party to be a trip to Mexico a month before the wedding date. Sounds relaxing right?"

Bart absorbed the information thrown at him. "I fail to see what's bad about this."

"It gets better," Lily continued. "They came back and everything seemed fine. But, suddenly the wedding was called off. It was I think," Lily squinted her eyes, and thought hard, "one week before the wedding date. Ruby cheated on Carl."

"What? How?"

Lily rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "On the trip. A week before the wedding she found out she was pregnant. Well, I think it was somewhere around there." Lily waved her hand. "The wedding was called off and her parents were furious. She disappeared after. Some think she got cut off from her family, some think she was in New York all along. There were a lot of rumors but no one will ever forget what she did."

Bart took another sip of his drink. "Philip said he was going to meet her son."

Lily shook her head. "I feel badly for her son. Once they're back, all anyone will ever see him as is the mistake – Especially the Taylor family. They were one of the most reputable families."

In times like these, Bart was reminded of his new money status. Being self-made was the biggest accomplishment in Bart's life. But it isolated him. As much as he had adapted to Upper East Side society, he could never forget the life he left behind. Even at all the parties the lines were drawn. The people with old money had no concept of what it was like to go without. It bothered him a lot in the beginning, and slowly faded, but once in a while it returned. No one regarded the Basses as being reputable nor regal. He was titled 'The Business Tycoon.'

"I already told Philip we'd be there."

Lily pursed her lips. "I was never very close to Ruby, but Philip is an awfully nice man. It also says our children are invited. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue but now with Evelyn, what do you suppose we do?"

Bart knew he couldn't shield her from society forever. He'd been thinking of a way to introduce her, with minimal publicity. He didn't want to overwhelm her with the incessant paparazzi. Bart stroked his stubbly chin. "I was actually considering taking her with us. Do you think that would be a starting place to introduce her?"

"Well, no matter where it happens, there will be repercussions. I think we can bring her along and let her get a taste of it first before making any public announcements."

This is where the old money was helpful. Old money meant you knew how to integrate yourself into the group. Make them like you, accept you if you knew how to play their game. Lily knew. She grew up playing the game. "That's a much better option. Could you help her with it?"

Lily smiled and placed her hand on top of his. "Absolutely."

"Here we are. Rockefeller Plaza." Nate announced. Skyscrapers illuminated shades of grey. Bright yellow taxis honked and howled. She could smell gasoline from idling cars parked alongside the wide sidewalks. Evelyn took it all in, a cold shiver running from her head to her toes. Spring had officially arrived, but late at night still remained chilly. Wind knocked around the skyscrapers, like a wind tunnel.

Evelyn wrapped her slim fingers around her hot chocolate cup, relishing the heat. They'd stopped for a drink at a nearby Starbucks, before continuing their journey. "It's bigger than I thought it'd be."

"Really? Most people think the opposite. They say that it's smaller than what they see on their T.V. screens." He walked ahead of her toward the ledge. Evelyn followed, taking in flags of each state lined up, circling the square. Evelyn peered down to see a dried skating rink.

She'd seen this all before on T.V. But witnessing it in person was completely different. It made everything so real. "So, has this place met your expectations?"

She sipped her hot chocolate before answering, "It's exceeded them." She craned her neck, attempting to see the top of the skyscraper with little success. Then, she dropped her head and fixated on the golden statue. Yellow footlights enlivened the statue.

"I still can't believe you've been living in New York for months and haven't been shown these places." Nate shook his head in disbelief.

"I've been busy," She stressed. "But that doesn't matter. I'm here now right?" Evelyn looked away and back to Nate. "What else is there to see? Times Square?"

Nate grinned. "Come on."

Keeping pace was no difficulty with Evelyn's long legs. Just like Nate predicted, they were in Times Square shortly. Evelyn looked up and around to the flashing screens. It was so much to take in. She stopped and gawked at the flashing lights, words and messages floating across every screen. Even at this late hour, hundreds of people milled around it. Some locals walked briskly, while others stood dumbfounded and snapping pictures.

"There's so much to take in," Evelyn said in awe. A light tug alerted her to look down. Nate's hand held hers and he guided her through the crowd.

"You'll get a better view here." He stopped, turning to her. Evelyn did as she was told and soaked it all in. Why didn't she visit this place sooner?

Awestruck, she completely tuned out everything around her. This place was still so foreign to her, so different than Hartford but it felt better. Like a shoe, it wasn't too small, it was large, but she would grow into it. She was too big for Hartford. The beauty of New York unmasked itself, striking a resemblance, belonging in Evelyn.

Nate knotted his fingers through hers. Evelyn jerked out of her dreamy state. Nate's blue eyes were trained on her face. Although a cool breeze blew through the air, Evelyn's face prickled with heat. Her eyes were wide with shock, and then immediately replaced by guilt.

Does Nate… like me? Evelyn's voice inside panicked. So many conflicting emotions battled within her. Jenny would be supremely pissed if she found out. Puzzle pieces clicked together in her mind. She was not on the same page as Nate. This seemed almost like… a date.

Oh god, Evelyn panicked. Her body seized.

She pulled her hand away, and avoided Nate's glance. She didn't want to see the hurt look on his face from her rejection. She stepped away from him and chugged her hot chocolate, not sure what else to do in that moment.

What the hell am I supposed to say? Evelyn fumed. She suddenly felt overheated and her stomach twisted. But not in a good way. In a I'm-so-stupid-and-guilty way. She took another moment to coax herself to face Nate again.

"It's kind of getting late, maybe we should get going?"

She avoided eye contact and nodded. Relief flooded her. Maybe we can get past this awkward moment, she hoped. "Definitely."

Within the hour, Chuck guided Blair inside Victrola. On their way into the club, she immediately asked a server to bring a whole bottle of champagne. She wasted no time popping the bottle open and practically chugged three glasses. That was an hour ago.

"Remember that one time I danced for you on that very stage?" Blair hummed. She kicked her legs against the couch. Normally, Chuck would find this Blair amusing, but what drove her to this place made him uneasy.

Chuck had to lean in close for her to hear against the loud music. "I could never forget that dance."

Blair giggled and held a champagne flute in her hand loosely. "You didn't think I'd go up there. I just had to prove you wrong!" The glass slips between her fingers, crashing on the hardwood floor. She stared at it and giggled "Opps!"

Chuck pushed the broken glass away with his foot. The floor was slick with champagne, and he winced when his favorite pair of black shoes became drenched from attempting to brush aside the broken glass. A part of him was thankful she dropped her glass. If not for his half full glass, she'd already have drank the whole bottle. He had a bit himself – maybe a glassful – but only to keep himself calm.

"I want to do a toast!"

"You already did one Blair," Chuck reminded her. The last time he'd seen Blair this drunk was in the tenth grade at Kati's annual end of the year party to start off the summer. He was amazed that perfect, pristine Blair was completely plastered. He thought it was hilarious to see her so carefree, and unBlair. He wished now he felt the same way. He didn't know until two days later that the reason she was drinking was because her father had just left for Paris to be with his lover Roman.

Blair plucked his half full champagne flute from his hand and cleared her throat. "This toasting is for me! To Blair, for losing her dream of Yale, and any possible future!"

Chuck sighed as she drained the glass. Her hand shook as she set it down on the table. She swayed to the music and watched the dancers on stage. The deep booming of the bass was deafening to Chuck's ears. He hoped allowing her to come to Victrola was helping her release the stored pressure Blair had put on herself. He hoped after suffering a terrible hangover tomorrow, Blair will carry on just like she always did. But he wasn't sure this time. This time was different. It was going to take a lot longer for Blair to get over Yale.

"I wanna dance!" Blair announced. She wobbled as she stood and almost fell back, but Chuck caught her. "Come dance with me Chuckie! You know I can dance better than them!"

Blair couldn't even stand straight and Chuck had to hold her arm as she walked. She needs to go home, Chuck thought. Blair was beyond her limit and it was getting late. Chuck wasn't even sure if Eleanor was in New York, but he knew that Dorota would swat at him and swear in Polish. Chuck grimaced visualing that thought. Blair continued to blubber, and trip over her feet. Oh yes, it was definately time to leave. Slowly, Chuck lead her away from the music, and towards the exit.

"Where are we going? I wanna dance."

"We'll be dancing soon Blair." The bouncer held the door open for them and Chuck helped Blair into his parked limo. She slurred incoherent words, but he didn't bother listening. Chuck helped Blair into her seat, and shut the door behind him.

Blair swayed in her seat. "We're not going dancing are we?"

Chuck swallowed thickly. "Well-"

"But Chuck!" Blair whined. Her eyes hardened her carefree haze deteriorating.

"You can't even stand up Waldorf," Chuck replied.

Blair played with her necklace and scowled. "You're no fun!"

Chuck sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Right now Waldorf, neither are you."

Blair's doe eyes sharpened. She attemped to sit up, but fell back against the seat. "Fine. Then take me home."

The limo ride was awkward at first, neither knowing what to say to the other. Clearly, Nate's intentions were not to be friends with her. He didn't like Jenny. He liked her.

Although she told Jenny she had relationship experience, most of her relationships were one way. She'd never had an older boy like her. Whether it was their differnt expectations or the fact that older boys were much more experienced, it was completely foreign and Evelyn had no clue how to deal with it.

Wasn't there an unwritten rule that a sibling never dates their brother or sister's best friend? Katie had a younger sister, but also an older brother Jeremy. It was understood that Evelyn would never be in a relationship with Jeremy. Not that she'd want one with him. He was an obnoxious snake; never to be trusted.

Evelyn fiddled with her hands in her lap. As uncomfortable as she felt, she couldn't imagine how Nate was feeling. Say something, her conscious spoke up. Evelyn turned, bit her lip. "So, thanks for taking me to see all those tourist attractions."

He smiled. "No problem."

Dead end. Evelyn drummed her fingers silently on her lap. She had to fix this. Make things right, clear the air between them. But how? Evelyn thought hard and remembered two things. "Your lacrosse game is this week right?"

Nate turned to her. "Thursday. Are you still going to come?"

"Of course! I said I would," Evelyn said truthfully. Jenny was already excited for the game. How the hell was she supposed to get Nate to like Jenny now? Was that even possible now? "You know, there's something important coming up."

"Special? You're gonna have to tell me know if it is." Nate teased.

Evelyn, grateful for the changed mood, pursed her lips. "My birthday," She said bleakly.

"Don't sound too excited about it," Nate joked.

Evelyn sighed. "I am. But I'm not. I don't know, it's confusing. I mean… you know what happened to my mother right?"

His smile evaporated. "Chuck told me. Years ago."

"Yeah, well... you can then see why I don't like celebrating my birthday." Evelyn looked out the window. "I want to change that this year. Since our birthdays are so close together, Jenny came up with the idea to have a joint sweet sixteen. My birthday is on a Thursday, and hers is on a Saturday."

"That's a good idea. It won't be as hard if the attention isn't all on you."

"My thoughts exactly. It's coming up soon. Will you come for both of us?"

"Of course."

Evelyn smiled. That'll be a good opportunity for Nate to finally remember his feelings for Jenny. It wasn't too late. She was counting on it. "Good."

The limo glided to a stop. Nate got out and held the door open for her. "Thanks again."

"Hey, no problem. I'm glad I could be your tourist guide."

"Oh, so first your meteorologist and now a tour guide? The list keeps growing," Evelyn smirked.

Nate shrugged. "What can I say? I have many talents."

"Ew. You're starting to sound like my brother."

Nate chuckled. "That's what happens when you grow up with him."

They stood in silence for a brief moment. The pink elephant in the room returned. "I'll see you on Monday?" Evelyn chocked out finally.

Nate smiled. "Of course."

Not knowing what else to do, Evelyn awkwardly waved and walked briskly into the hotel lobby, without looking back. This whole night had been a whirlwind of emotions. Evelyn was exhausted.

She hoped she was wrong about Nate's feelings towards her. She didn't want him to like her. Evelyn was perfectly content being alone. She didn't need a boyfriend right now. Especially one she promised to help unite with her growing best friend.

For some reason, this whole situation felt very familiar…

Evelyn jammed her thumb against the elevator door button. The doors parted and she entered. Once shut, Evelyn slumped back against the elevator wall, her head spinning. What the hell did I do?

A worse thought entered her mind as the elevator ascended. Pressure plugged her ears and she hoped to god she wasn't spotted on Gossip Girl. Evelyn realized that if she was spotted and reported on Gossip Girl, she was certain of one thing, Jenny's going to kill me. The thought flitted through her with unease.

Groaning, Evelyn picked herself up. This would all work out. It had to. Evelyn was counting on it.

The elevator doors parted to the Waldorf Penthouse. Chuck waited for Blair to step forward first and followed behind her cautiously. She didn't talk at all after their brief exchange in the limo ride back to her place. She stared out the window, gone to the world. A quiet Blair was a dangerous Blair.

Dorota poked her head and tentatively came to the front foyer. Blair shooed her maid and told her, "Go to bed Dorota." The maid gave a warning look to Chuck as she ascended up the stairs. Blair approached the liquor cabinet and pulled out a big glass of vodka. Wordlessly, she took out one glass for herself. As if remembering he was with her she looked up. "Do you want some?"

Badly, Chuck thought to himself. But she shouldn't be having any. Blair didn't even like vodka straight up. He walked around the couches taking the bottle away from her. "No. And neither should you. You had enough at Victrola."

"You're not the boss of me!" Her lips pursed and she stormed away, and sat on the couch facing away from him. Chuck felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was gossip Girl with another blast. Chuck hoped for Blair's sake it had nothing to do with her. He opened up the message, relieve flooding him quickly. It was about… wait a minute. Chuck reread the entry. It couldn't be.

Spotted: N and E out on the town visiting Times Square and Rockefeller Plaza. Do I smell a relationship? I wonder what C is thinking? This isn't the first time a girl came between N and C. How the tables have turned…

I'm going to beat up that bastard, Chuck thought seething. He specifically told Nate to stay away. Asshole couldn't just leave her alone. He thought his sister was smarter than this. He would make her see reason, make her smarter. She didn't need to go out and get herself hurt by guys like Nate. Sure, they seem nice at first but then they lied and cheated. After, the girl is left broken for the next guy to pick up the pieces.

He hoped this would never happen to Evelyn.

Chuck looked forward, snapping out of the blast. Blair was still silent and he caught her staring at the elevator. She was waiting for something to arrive for her, but it wasn't coming. It wasn't going to come.

Chuck came around to her side, putting a comforting arm around to her furthest shoulder. "Blair…" He said gently. He rubbed soothing circles on her shoulder blade. She finally looked over and he wished she didn't.

From an outsider, she appeared back to normal. But as someone closer to her, he knew better. When her eyes met his, he'd never forget the fleeting look in her eyes. Her doe brown eyes, so lively and mysterious were no longer. Pools of chocolate stared back at him with no direction. For the first time in his life, Chuck witnessed something he'd never thought he'd see.

Blair Waldorf was lost.

Grappling with this realization, his instincts told him to give her space. But should he leave her in her time of need? Did she even need him?

He brushed a frizzed lock of hair, and tucked it behind her ear. Now was not the time to leave. "Blair…"

Her eyes fluttered closed to his touch, her happy buzz clearly worn off. She sighed as he trailed his fingers down her neck, shoulder then arm. Her broken eyes lifted once again. Pain circled her orbs, defeat shadowed her eyes. She focused on his lips and reached forward, caressing his stubbly cheek.

Leaning forward, Blair brushed his lips against his. Up close, her scent was intoxicating. Heat radiated off her skin. Don't lose yourself, Chuck told himself. She's vulnerable right now, don't hurt her.

She lingered close, her breath brushing against his lips. "Make me forget Chuck."

She kissed him harder this time. Out of desperation. He was losing himself when her hands weaved through his hair, her legs straddled over his. She pulled away for breath and peppered kisses along his jawbone and down his throat. In between kisses, she breathed heavily; her hands slipped lower and lower before resting between his legs. "I… want… you."

His hands roamed her back feeling for an available zipper. He wanted to take her dress off. He couldn't wait any longer. He was consumed in all that was Blair Waldorf. He was losing himself ever so slowly, reality becoming blurry. She started pushing off his jacket when his sense finally kicked in.

No. No. No.

"Blair," His voice had gone down an octave, but his warning only encouraged her.

He pushed her prying body reluctantly away. His body protested but he somehow managed to restrain himself. "Blair, no. Not – Not like this."

Blair froze, her lust morphing into pain. "Y-You don't want me?"

"What?" He pointed down to his pants. "Does it look like I don't want you?"

Blair got off his lap but Chuck held her wrists. "Blair, please. You don't need this right now. What you need is to go upstairs and into your bed."

She thrashed in his arms, his grip loosening. "You don't know what I want!"

"Blair-"

Her eyes glistened, and pulled one arm free. "Let go of me!"

"Just listen-"

She pulled her second arm free with ease, as Chuck released her. She blinked quickly. "Please leave."

"I'm not leaving."

"Chuck just go-"

"No-"

"You already have before!" Blair's shouted. Her body shook, thick tears sliding down her beautiful face.

Her words didn't deter him. Her defense mechanism was sturdily built. Her eyes though, showed the walls were crumbling. She was right about him leaving before. Yes, he left, but he wasn't that same boy anymore. He was changing whether he wanted to or not.

"Why are you pushing Blair?" Chuck said quietly. "I only want to be here for you. I know you'd do the same for me."

Tears silently streamed down her now, like a small stream. She was at her breaking point, he was certain of that. But he'd be there to pick up the pieces. Despite his own drama, he already decided to push it all to the side. Blair was the most important right now. She needed someone – and wanted it to be him.

Blair took a step toward him. Then another. She threw her arms around him, and buried her face into his neck. Sobs racked her body, and she held onto him tight, almost painfully but Chuck didn't even wince. He brushed more hairs stuck to her face and picked her up bridal style to her bedroom. Once inside he climbed onto her bed and held her. She refused to let go of him and cradled her in his lap. His suit had water splotches all over and at this point, he wasn't sure what to do next.

He'd never been in a bed with a girl in this context before. Was someone supposed to say sweet nothings? Not say anything at all?

Chuck smoothed her hair over and over. It was lulling, and hopefully calming for Blair. Blair didn't speak at all, but cried, cried until exhausted. Her eyes were dropping, and so were his. With his brain turned off, he kissed her forehead. He repositioned himself so that he was lying down in Blair's bed, the covers over both of them. Blair was curled around his form. His arms wrapped around her form securely. He watched her chest rise and fall, and soon drifted off to sleep as well.

Word has it, our dark knight C made a heroic escape with his damsel in distress with our fallen Queen B. But, after losing Yale, our Queen has been seen retreating back to her territory. What now B? Didn't you know there should always be a backup plan? As for E and N, I'd like to thank Livi341 for the picture. It is worth more than words isn't it?

You know you love me,

XOXO Gossip Girl

A/N: There you have it folks! Blair/Evelyn shared a bonding moment, lots of C/B and more hints given about Evelyn's past. All I can say is there is lots of drama to come - and a bit of a teaser, NJBC goodness!

I worked really hard on this chapter and would appreciate it if you left me a review! Till next time!