Sue pulled into her parking spot at the school and looked at Blair with a heavy sigh. "I've had it with this silent treatment, Blair. It's been days. What is going on with you? Do I need to make an extra appointment with Doc?"

Blair looked away from the window and turned to face her. "You don't need to call Doc." That was all she planned on saying but when she tried to get out of the car, the door was locked to the point where she couldn't unlock it herself. Blair faced Sue again, this time incredulously. "Did you seriously use the child's lock on me?!"

"You're not getting out of this car until you tell me what's going on." Sue was firm about this.

A sharp breath left Blair before she answered. "You want to hear it? Fine. I'm pissed at you for kicking Quinn off the Cheerios."

"I can't have a pregnant girl on my team," Sue defended. "Do you really think it will be good for her? Not to mention the fact that it just might cost me Nationals?"

"You could have had her do something!" Blair exclaimed. "Of course I don't expect her to be doing round-offs or anything like that, but jeeze, Sue, you didn't have to kick her off completely. I know what it's like to need something. Quinn needs something."

"Oh, and your little Glee club isn't enough for her?" Sue shot back.

"She was a Cheerio first. It's hard to get over your first anything." Blair crossed her arms and looked out the window again.

Sue was quite familiar with this concept and it hit her so hard that she didn't say another word and released the child's lock so Blair could get out of the car. "Will you be home for supper tonight?"

"I have plans." That was the last thing Blair said to Sue before getting out of the car like a bat out of hell.

Liam spotted Blair heading towards school in a wave of fury so he went over to see what was up. "Isn't it a little early in the morning to want to murder someone?"

"Not when you live with the person you want to murder." Blair stopped and rubbed her forehead with a sigh because that was more horrible than she intended. "I don't mean that I want Sue dead. I just…"

Liam cut her off there. "It was just a figure of speech. I get it. You don't have to explain yourself to me, Blair. I've gotten pretty good at figuring you out."

"Oh, really?" Blair replied with a raised brow as they started walking again. "That sounds like a challenge to mix it up." She smirked mischievously at him. "Challenge accepted."

Liam rolled his eyes dramatically. "I've just unleashed a monster."

Blair laughed at that. "How's Quinn doing?"

"Stressing out over medical bills. They keep coming to the house so it's only a matter of time before we can't intercept them." Liam shook his head at all this. "Honestly, I think they should just tell them. The longer they wait, the harder it's going to be on both sides."

"Everyone does things in their own time." Blair really wasn't sure what else to say about that. "But, hey, feel free to invite her to join us for lunch. She could use the distraction and I've missed eating lunch with Finn since he started eating lunch with her all the time."

"I didn't realize you've gotten so tired of me." Liam was certainly teasing her with that.

Blair played right along. "How could I not? You steal my grapes all the time."

Liam chuckled a bit before pointing out, "You could always bring extra for me."

"Or you could, oh, I don't know, bring your own?" Blair countered as she rolled her hand towards him.

Liam held the school door open for her with a, "Now where's the fun in that?"

That day at Glee rehearsal, Mr Schue came in saying he had a new song for them for Sectionals – Defying Gravity from Wicked, and of course he gave it to Rachel despite the fact that Kurt wanted to try it and was capable of it. Mercedes thought it was too vanilla and thought it needed her touch, but Mr Schue pointed out that they didn't have enough time to change the arrangement so Rachel would be the one doing it.

Blair didn't think that was very far. "Why can't those who want to sing the solo change the arrangement themselves if they need to and audition for it?"

Mr Schue was dealing with something else already so he wasn't in the mood to deal with this, too. "Like I said, there isn't enough time to do a new arrangement. Rachel is performing the solo." Before Blair could say anything else about it, Mr Schue addressed the whole club. "And another thing – There isn't enough in the school budget to pay for the bus to bring Artie and his wheelchair to Sectionals, so we need to raise the money ourselves. When I was in Glee Club and we needed new uniforms for Sectionals we had a bake sale."

The club grumbled and groaned a bit at that before giving a million excuses as to why they couldn't do it and wouldn't it be easier if Artie's dad just brought him.

Blair scoffed at those reactions. "Seriously? How would you like it if it was you who couldn't go with the rest of the club?" She shook her head at them and looked at Mr Schue. "I'm down for the bake sale and I'm pretty damn good at it. If that's the plan then I've got it covered."

Mr Schue wasn't expecting that from her, if he was to be honest. "Thank you for that, Blair. It's nice to know that someone is willing to put in the effort."

"It's not that we're not willing to put in the effort," Finn defended. "It's just that we're too busy to do it."

"Besides, it's not like Artie minds," Quinn interjected and looked at Artie with a sweet smile. "Right, Artie?"

Artie looked like he'd just been taken off guard with that question, but he said what he felt like he was expected to say, "It's fine. I mean, whatever takes time away from rehearsing doesn't help anything."

Blair sat there so stunned because she couldn't believe everyone else was so ready to just push Artie aside as long as it didn't inconvenience them. She was pulled from this when Liam, who was late in his arrival, came into the room.

"I'm here. Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" Liam asked that one after another as he made his way to his seat in the back row.

Blair threw her hand out towards the group. "Oh, not much, other than the fact that we can't afford the bus to bring Artie to Sectionals with us and pretty much everyone in here doesn't care."

"It's not that," pretty much the entire club said that once but all shut up when she glared at them.

Liam wasn't siding with the majority on this. "That's not cool. We're gonna have a fundraiser or something, right?"

"Bake sale, apparently," Blair answered, still shooting those around her glares.

"I'm in. I'm not good at baking but I can help." Liam was definitely on board for that.

Once Puck heard Liam side with Blair on the bake sale, he interjected with, "Okay, maybe it's not that bad of an idea. I'll help."

"It's a start, but I'm really disappointed that…" Mr Schue was cut off by the bell which made the kids gather up their stuff and leave without another word about it. He wasn't going to let them get off that easy, though.

Blair stood with Kurt at his locker, saying, "Mr Schue should let you audition for the solo. I've heard you belt it out and it's awesome."

"With how hard you were pressing about letting people make new arrangements themselves to audition for it, seems like you want the solo yourself." Kurt eyed her a bit suspiciously.

"You know I much rather singing duets than singing solos. Or have our karaoke nights proven nothing?" Blair laughed and moved behind Kurt to hug him tight. "Don't worry, Loser, I'm not trying to take your spotlight."

"Can't breathe," Kurt said dramatically, even though he easily could, and when she removed her arms to stand on the other side of him, he closed his locker. "Thanks, Jerk, but aren't you kinda like taking sides here? Isn't Rachel like your best friend?"

Blair blinked a few times at this. "Friend, yes. Best friend? Uh, no. I don't give the title of best friend away that easily."

Kurt linked arms with her as they headed to class. "Am I at least in the running?"

Blair made a dramatic 'pssh' sound before saying, "Of course! How could you even ask me that." She got more dramatic the more she spoke. "What kind of person do you think I am? It's like you don't know me at all."

Kurt smiled as he looked at her like she was nuts. "Alright, keep it up and you'll go from Jerk to Drama Queen."

Blair returned to her normal demeanor when he said that. "How could you threaten me like that? That's not nice."

Kurt laughed and as they parted ways to get to their designated classes they blew kisses to each other, calling out, "Later, Jerk."

"Later, Loser!" Blair shot him one more blow kiss before walking away with a silly grin on her face.

At the following Glee rehearsal, Kurt tried once again to be given the chance to sing the solo but was once again shot down by Mr Schue. With that done, Mr Schue addressed the whole club. "I wanted to say something to you guys. I was a little disappointed at how most of you were so willing to take the bus to get to Sectionals and make Artie drive by himself with his dad. We're a team, guys. We're in this together."

Mercedes gestured to Artie. "Artie doesn't care. His dad drives him everywhere."

"I do care," Artie interjected, finally standing up for himself about it. "It kinda hurt my feelings. I mean Blair of all people stood up for me and we're not even on each other's friends radar."

"We didn't think you would take it personally," Rachel defended and didn't appreciate it when Blair scoffed at her for saying that.

Artie said something right back to Rachel. "Well, you're irritating most of the time, but don't take that personally."

That shut Rachel right up.

Mr Schue took lead of this discussion again. "I don't think you guys understand how much harder Artie has to work just to keep up. We're riding to Sectionals together or we're not going at all. And to pay for the bus, we're having a bake sale."

He let them sit with that for a moment as he went to the door to let other students in who were pushing old wheelchairs into the room. "Saving Nations Nursing Home was having a tag sale, and my AV club friends here agreed to help out. For the next week, each of you are going to spend three hours a day in a wheelchair." There was something Mr Schue forgot to add in, "Oh, oh, oh, and we're doing a wheelchair number."

Most of the club looked aghast at the idea of having to spend time in a wheelchair and even moreso at the prospect of having to do a number in them. Liam thought it was pretty damn cool though and leaned down to say to Artie, "I challenge you to a race."

"You're so on." Artie shook his hand. "Be prepared to get your butt whipped."

"My money's on Artie!" Blair quickly cut in and at Liam's 'what?!' face, she gestured to Artie saying, "Dude, he's got the experience. I don't always bet on the underdog."

At lunch, Blair and Liam sat in their wheelchairs at the bottom of the staircase they usually sat on outside for lunch. "This feels so weird," Blair laughed as she waved up at it. "I feel like it's baiting us, singing, 'Sit on me. Siiiiiiit on me!'."

"I wasn't aware that our staircase sang." Liam tried to roll in his chair but couldn't because it got locked on him again.

Blair saw this and laughed, "And you wondered why I put my money on Artie."

Liam unlocked the chair and rolled closer to her. "Oh, I'm so gonna get the hang of this and he'll be eating my dust."

Blair's mind went to a strange place when he said that. "That sounds kinda dirty. In more ways than one."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Jeeze, Blair." When she wasn't paying attention, he reached out and snagged her container of grapes, set them on his lap and rolled away laughing triumphantly.

"What is it with you and my grapes!" Blair unlocked her own chair and started rolling after him but since her wheelchair was old and pretty beaten up, the brakes slipped into the on position and caused her to fall out of it, hitting the concrete hard.

Blair cried out in pain when this happened because her left arm landed in a way it shouldn't have.

Liam stopped when he heard this and darted right out of his wheelchair to get to her. "Blair? Holy shit, Blair, I'm sorry. I'm gonna get help."

Blair just tried to breathe through the pain and nodded when he ran off to get someone.

It wasn't long before an ambulance was called and Blair was brought to the ER. After x-rays were taken it was deemed that surgery wasn't needed, but she was going to need a cast for awhile. Blair could hear Sue yelling at Mr Schue outside the room while her cast was getting put on.

"This is all your fault, William!" Sue shouted at him. "If you didn't make her roll a mile in someone else's wheels then she wouldn't be in here!"

"They were expected to behave responsibly, Sue. This is not my fault," Mr Schue shot right back.

The cast was finished so Blair went out to tell them both to stop talking. "Will you two just shut up?! This is my fault and no one else's. I was messing around with the chair – something I shouldn't have done because I'm not used to how they work. So, Sue, stop yelling at Mr Schue. And Mr Schue, do me a favor and not make me feel even more stupid than I already do for falling out of the thing!"

Blair had nothing else to say to them so she stormed off down the hall to leave. Upon arriving in the waiting room she found Liam and Finn there. She knew Liam went with her when she was brought in, but seeing Finn there was a surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard what happened and wanted to make sure you were okay. I left a message for Puck but he's probably still showering or something. I guess he and Quinn got into a food fight while they were baking in the Home Ec. Room at lunch." Finn gestured to the cast that went from her hand up to her elbow. "They had purple. Nice."

Blair was trying hard to read into the whole food fight between Puck and Quinn thing and just smiled at Finn. "Thanks for coming. And if y'all don't mind, I would like to get out of here before Sue or Mr Schue come out."

"We can do that." Liam led the way and once they were outside, he said, "Blair, I'm sorry. It's my fault you got hurt."

Blair used her good hand to wave him off. "It's fine, Liam. Really, I'm not mad."

Finn stopped walking when he heard that. "You're not mad? That's got to be a first. How good are the meds you're on?"

Blair shoved him a bit for that and continued walking. They all came to a stop when Kurt pulled up to their sidewalk, got out of the car he borrowed from his dad, and ran over to them. The first thing Kurt did was hug Blair, making sure not to hurt her arm. "I just heard. Are you okay?"

Blair hugged him back. "Once I get far away from here, I'll be even better."

"In that case, let me give you a ride. You guys can come, too." Kurt opened the door for Blair and once they were all in the car, he drove off.

It wasn't long before Blair's phone rang. Seeing it was Sue, she answered, "I got a ride, Sue, I'm fine. Yes, I'll see you at home. Mhm…I'm fully aware I'm grounded. Yup. Later." She ended the call and put it back into her bag.

"Why are you grounded?" Finn asked as he leaned forward from the back seat.

"I told Sue and Mr Schue to shut up and yelled at both of them." Blair shrugged in an 'oh well' manner and just closed her eyes, trying to push the insanity of this day out of her mind.

That night at supper, Blair didn't make much eye contact with Sue. With everything that's been going on, things had been even more tense then before. Finally, Sue was the one to break the silence. "Are you being safe?"

Blair was taken aback by that question because it had nothing to do with any of the issues between them. "What?"

"Are you and that Puck boy being safe?" Sue spoke slower this time so Blair would catch onto every word. "And don't even try to deny the fact you two are having sex."

Blair wasn't going to deny it because she finally got over the feeling that she was going to regret sleeping with Puck for some reason and did it. They've done it more than once, in fact, but that wasn't the point. The point was Blair had no idea how Sue knew. "How…"

Sue knew what Blair was going to ask and cut her off. "I found an empty birth control box in the trash the other day. With everything that's happened to Quinn, I need to make sure you are safe."

Blair nodded. "My parents covered the whole safe sex talk, Sue. We're both being safe. I promise."

As awkward a conversation this was for her to have, she was glad to hear that. "Good." Sue was about to return to her meal but had to say something else. "Don't ever tell me to shut up again, Blair. You aren't the only one who gets emotional about people they care about. If anything happened to you…" She couldn't even finish her sentence.

Blair hadn't really thought about what things might be like for Sue – she hadn't thought about looking at things from her perspective, but ever since the wheelchair assignment Blair had started to. She finally realized that she wasn't the only one who lost her parents – Sue lost them, too. And to Sue, Blair was the only thing she had left of two people she cared very much about. Blair could see that now and it changed things a little bit.

"I'm sorry," she finally replied. "I don't mean to put you through hell."

Sue shook her head at that. "You're not, Blair. You're not. I understand you're going through a lot. I am too, but, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but we can't keeping right into attack mode. We've got to try talking first, okay?"

Blair smiled a bit when Sue said that. "You went to see Doc without me, didn't you?"

Sue scoffed heavily. "I did no such thing." (She absolutely did) "Now eat your food."

"Yes, ma'am." Blair stabbed a piece of broccoli before saying, "Hey, Sue," when Sue looked up from her own plate, Blair added in, "I love you."

Sue's face softened for a moment, just long enough to say, "I love you too, Blair." With their moment over, she returned to her normal self, saying, "Now enough of this sappy stuff. We have a meal to finish."

Blair didn't say another word but smiled when Sue wasn't looking at her and when Blair wasn't looking at Sue, Sue smiled right back.

Since Blair couldn't control the wheelchair with only one hand, she was excused from the assignment. This made her put more effort into the baking which was a challenge with one fully functional hand, but she was doing her best.

Blair looked up from the measuring cup when Finn came into the Home Ec. Room at school she was using. "Did you guys already sell out? It's going to be awhile before these are done."

"We sold one," Finn informed her then started to pace back and forth.

Blair could tell something was bothering him. "Whoa, what's going on, Finn?"

"I'm sick of Quinn attacking me! Nothing I do is ever good enough and she keeps calling me stupid! It's not my fault I can't find a freaking job in this godforsaken town!" Finn took deep breaths and sat on the table he was standing near. "I'm losing it, Blair. I have no idea what to do."

Blair sat down beside him. "It's an impossible situation, Finn. I can't even imagine what you and Quinn are going through, but you can handle it. You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. The sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be."

Finn felt pretty good when she said that to him and then something clicked. "Did you just quote Winnie the Pooh to me?"

"Technically I quoted Christopher Robin," Blair corrected, then nudged him with a smile. "But, hey, if it works then it works. And it does. I got faith in you, Finn. You'll figure something out."

Finn wished he had as much faith in himself as she seemed to. "I wish there was a magic wand to everything all better."

"I'm afraid I'm fresh out of magic wands," Blair replied as she patted him on the back. "But if I happen to find one, you'll be the first to know."

Blair was on her way to class when Becky Jackson came bouncing down the hall straight towards her. "Hey, Becky Baby. You look happy." Blair adored Becky beyond words because she was a sweet badass who knew who she was and didn't try to let anyone change her. Well, that and Becky reminded her of someone who meant so very much to her.

"I made the Cheerios Blair Bear! Your mom – I mean Coach Sylvester picked me! I'm going to be so popular." Becky took Blair's good hand and did a 'happy dance' with her.

Blair wasn't surprised at all that Sue picked Becky to be on the Cheerios and thought it was awesome. "Lucky! You're gonna kick ass and take names, Becky Baby."

"You know it, Blair Bear!" Becky snapped with sass before going on her way.

Blair continued down the hall to her class but stopped when she heard Puck shout down the other hall that Finn didn't deserve to have Quinn as his girlfriend. This caught her attention so she headed that way to find out what was going on and when she got there, Puck and Finn were beating each other on the floor. "What the holy hell?!" She was about to pull them apart, hurt arm and all, but Mr Schue broke up the fight before she could.

Puck claimed he was stressed about the bake sale because he liked Artie and turned to leave but froze for a second when he saw Blair standing in the crowd. He went over to her instead and once they were far enough away, he asked, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Just the part where you told Finn he wasn't good enough to have Quinn as his girlfriend." Blair crossed her arms as best she could. "What was that about?"

"He's not doing anything to support her or the kid. It's like he doesn't give a damn about what she's going through." Puck has been trying really hard not to care and to stay out of things with Quinn but it was becoming quite the challenge. The more baby talk there was the harder it was for Puck to stay out of it, but that didn't change the fact that he never wanted Blair to know he was the father of Quinn's baby and not Finn.

"That baby isn't the only kid in this scenario. Quinn and Finn both are still kids. Neither of them are mature enough or ready enough to deal with this." Blair was about to say more but was cut off when Puck said with quite a bit of emotion,

"I'd be mature enough to deal with it."

Blair wasn't expecting to hear anything like that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Puck realized what he said and quickly made up a reason for saying it. "I meant if we were in their shoes, I'd be mature enough to deal with it. I'd take care of things."

"Well, we're never going to be in their situation. Hence why we're being safe." Blair couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it than this but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Look, don't judge someone based off how you'd do it. Not everyone handles things the same way – this I know you know."

Puck just nodded and said, "Okay." He reached out and gently ran his thumb over Blair's cheek, saying with a smile, "I love you. You know that, right?"

This was the first time Puck had said that to her and she couldn't believe it was in the middle of a semi-empty hallway. "I do now. And I love you, too." Blair wasn't entirely certain that she did love him like that until the second before she said it, but she did. She did so very much that it surprised her that she didn't realize it until then.

After school, an excited Kurt came running up to Blair, exclaiming, "I hit it! I hit the High F! I'm gonna win the audition that Mr Schue finally agreed to let us have!"

"As if you ever doubted yourself." Blair was so happy for Kurt and she also realized something. "How did I become the first person people come to with happy news? You with your High F and Becky with the Cheerios – you both came straight to me. It's…weird. I'm usually a bed news magnet."

Kurt sighed with a smile. "Maybe it's because while you don't use the best friend term often, doesn't mean others don't. Believe it or not Blair, you are considered to be other people's best friends."

Blair gasped in a playful manner. "You take that back right now."

"Can't take back the truth." Kurt found her so amusing when she got like this and egged her on a little. "Come now, it's only fair. You have any non-bad news to share?"

Blair looked ahead as they walked and answered with, "Puck told me he loved me and I told him I loved him back."

Kurt gasped in shock at this and stopped her from walking any further. "Shut the front door! Puck – mohawk wearing, football playing, never been serious about a girl before Puck told you he loved you? And you said it back?" He was still dumbfounded even as Blair nodded in confirmation. "How did that happen?"

"I think I have a pattern," Blair admitted. "I hate someone until I don't and then I end up falling in love with them. It's not the first it's happened. It's a curse."

"It sounds like the makings for a soap opera. One that I would watch constantly." Kurt linked his arm with her and resumed walking. He was really getting into it now. "Or better yet, you could write a book series about your past love affairs. You could call it…Persons of the Past."

Blair raised her brow at that. "Persons of the Past? Really?"

Kurt shrugged a little bit. "It's a working title."

Blair thought about it for a moment then smiled. "Actually, I kinda like it."

Kurt moved a little closer to her as they walked. "I expect royalties for my title and literary genius."

Blair went right along with it. "But of course. I wouldn't take advantage of my friend."

"Don't you mean best friend?" Kurt wiggled his brows a bit.

Blair looked at him stoically. "Don't push it, Loser."

Kurt sighed. "Ah, Jerk, it was worth a try."

The next day after school, Sue waited for Blair because they had somewhere to get to. Once she got into the car, Sue asked, "How was your day?"

"Kurt and Rachel had a Diva-Off, but Kurt's voice cracked at the High F. I'm a bit suspicious as to why because he nailed it before, but I'll get it out of him eventually. And the bake sale raised about twelve-hundred bucks so we can get the bus for Artie." That was pretty much the gist, so Blair turned the question back on Sue. "How was your day?"

"I gave Principal Figgins enough money to pay for three more ramps for the school." At Blair's jaw-dropped expression, Sue said, "What? It's about damn time the school was more accessible."

"You've got layers, Sue. Admit it. Underneath all those layers is an ooey-gooey marshmallow heart of sweetness." Blair said this in the cutest sounding voice she could muster.

Sue knew Blair was just trying to get under her skin but she wasn't going to let her. "I prefer to think of myself as a hedgehog – prickly on the outside but you give me enough time and I'll uncurl eventually." She pulled up to the stoplight and smiled a bit at Blair. "That's something you and I have in common."

Blair couldn't argue with her there. "Yep. Sounds about right."

A little bit later, Sue pulled into the Healthcare Facility's parking lot and went inside with Blair. Once they reached the designated wing, they signed in. "How's she doing?" Sue asked the nurse behind the desk.

"She's doing good," the nurse replied. "Asks about you both a lot. She's been watching you on TV, Sue. And Blair, she keeps listening to that tape your recorded for her. I think she's listened to your arrangement for Defying Gravity a million times."

Sue felt bad for not coming as often as she should. "I need to get here more often."

Blair felt the same way. "Me, too."

The nurse didn't share their feeling. "You both get here plenty." Now that they were signed in, she led them down the hall and opened the door to one of the rooms. "Jean? Your little sister and Blair are here to see you."

Sue and Blair both ducked around the doorway with huge smiles on their faces. "Hey, Jean!" she they in unison.

Jean looked at the pair of them happily. "Hi, Sue! Hi, Blair! My sister's famous and…" she gasped when she saw Blair's cast, "My niece is hurt!"

"I'm fine Auntie Jean. The doctors fixed me right up and now I get to rock this purple cast for a few weeks." Blair showed off the light purple cast like she was displaying a fancy car.

Jean felt better now. "It is pretty. You'll take care of our Blair won't you, Sue?"

Sue pointed at her with a wink. "You got that right." She took her bag off her shoulder. "I got something for you." Sue reached in and pulled out a Cheerios pom-pom. "Here you go."

Jean loved it. "Wow, a pom-pom! Thank you."

Blair sat on the bed with Jean. "I got something for you, too."

"Is it more music?" Jean asked hopefully.

Blair smiled wide and pulled the CD out of her bag. She recorded covers of the entire soundtrack to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

Jean beamed when she saw it. "My favorite."

"I thought so." Blair put it with her other CDs then returned to the bed. "So, what would you like to do today?"

"Can Sue read to us again?" Jean asked hopefully.

"Of course." Sue brought over a chair and showed the book she brought. "And look what I have here."

"Little Red Riding Hood. I love that story." Jean took Blair's hand and Sue's hand then listened as Sue told the story.

Blair closed her hand around Jean's and listened. She loved Jean so much and enjoyed every second they spent visiting all together. Blair hadn't told any of her friends about Sue's sister and wouldn't ever unless Sue said it was alright. She wasn't thinking about that now, though, she was focused on listening to Sue tell the tell of Red Riding Hood as the sisters looked at each other with so much love that it warmed Blair's heart.

Everyone has layers. When someone decides to finally show you theirs, it just might end up being worth the wait.

End Season 1 Episode 9