Title: Coming Home
Author: Lightsofparis
Summary: Blair left for Australia fifteen years ago. She's come back to the UES, only for two weeks, for her daughter to get to know her grandmother but then Blair runs into an old flame, and her daughters father and Queen B regrets ever coming back and sometimes even ever leaving.
Authors Note: OK. I know I hardly ever update and the chapters are really short but I don't ever get inspiration. I don't know how long this will be. I don't really have a real plot in mind anymore. Could you tell me what you would like to see in this story? I also haven't answered any asks. I guess I could try doing that. Also I doubt Gossip Girl would ever write something like that or come back.
Disclaimer: I don't own gossip girl.
Audrey Waldorf sits quietly in her room on the bed, her legs crossed over one another. Her hands are in her lap and her back is straight. She looks prim and proper and elegant. Her TV is turned down low and some boring movie is playing but she's not paying any attention to it. For the past half hour she had been trying to listen on what was going on in her mother's room but all she could hear were mutters and the sound of a movie playing. Audrey flops back down on her bed in frustration. Her mum was acting all weird and strange and it was freaking her out. She hates it her. She wants to go home. She's only been here, what, two days? And already she wants to curl up into a ball and die. Or leave. She was here to meet her Grandmother. Except she's had to meet all her mum's crazy friends as well. She made her mind up in that moment she jumped up off of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair's a bit messy, so she runs a hand through it, straightening it up. Everything else about her is perfect. She nods her head, pushes open her bedroom door and takes three big steps too her mum's room. She knocks on the door lightly before pushing it open and waltzing inside, hands on her hips, a pout on her lips.
"Mum, turn it down, will you." Audrey demands. Folding her arms over her chest, sighing with annoyance. She notices that the tall blonde girl who pretty much threw herself at her earlier on within the hour is sitting next too her mother, her head in Blair's lap. Both of the girls are sitting on top of the bed, whereas the other guests in the room are on the floor. The golden-haired boy who had mistaken her for a 13-year-old was also there, sitting on the floor next too a dark-haired boy who she remembered was from the dinner. He was the one with the little girl. Blair briefly looks up from the screen to look at her daughter, she nods her head, picks up the remote and turns it down.
"Better?" She asks, her eyes glued back to the screen. There's two plastic bags next to the bed, filled up with food. Audrey snatches a bag up and grabs a bottle of wine from out of it. She twists the lid open and pours the liquid down her throat but Blair doesn't even notice. Audrey puts the cap back on and chucks the bottle towards the bed, it hits her mother's friend on the head. Bingo, Audrey thinks, smirking.
"Ouch" She hears the blonde whine, her mother only snickers. Was her mum serious? Blair suddenly seemed like a bitch to Audrey. The blonde who's name was either Sabrina, or Serena, Audrey suspected the latter, mumbled something and sat up.
"Is everything alright?" She asked Audrey quietly, she got up off of the bed and walking over to her. Audrey nodded her head and turned away on her heel, retreating back to the safety of her own room where she would pack up her belongings and demand her mother's attention.
Sounds like a plan, A, just don't mess it up.
Our Queen is back and she comes back with a brat hanging off of her arm. Her age is around 14 and didn't our queen only leave fifteen years ago? Maybe the kid's closer to fifteen then we think which could only mean one thing: either a certain dark knight has a biological daughter or B escaped because she was a cheater. Ooh. Don't you just love a scandal? I know I've been absent but with this new information, I had to come back. I have eyes everywhere and collecting gossip is the only thing I've ever been really great at. Watch out because the bitch is back.
You Know You Love Me,
G.
Four phones all began ringing at the exact same moment Audrey had left the room. Chuck picked his up from where he had chucked it on the floor only minutes earlier and looked at the screen, his face going pale as it hits him. The three others are also reading it, Blair doesn't know what to do but she's the first to react. She laughs. Chuck looks up at her, his eyes screaming 'Is it true?'. Blair gulps not knowing what to do. She could lie, that was always an option but it would be better to come clean.
"Audrey's your daughter by blood but there is no way in hell that she'll ever find that out." Blair states, swiftly getting up and opening up the door to her bedroom, she ushers the three of them out but Chuck doesn't move. He only stares at the ground. Nate grabs onto Serena's hand and pulls her out into the hallway, whispering something into her ear.
"Chuck" Blair starts, reaching out to touch his arm but he pulls away, standing up to his feet. He nods his head at Blair and walks towards his friends.
"Let's get out of here and get drunk" He mumbles, his eyes travel around the hall, lingering on the room that his daughter was in. His daughter, he had a fucking daughter and didn't even know it. He should have known it though, as soon as he saw her. She looks like him, she's the right age to be his, Blair left around the time she would have been conceived. Nate touches his best friend's arm gently, worried about what reckless thing he might do.
"You okay, bro?" Nate asks. Chuck nods in response and flies down the stairs. He had to get out. He couldn't stay here for another minute, if he did, he was scared of what he might do. probably mess everything up and cause a scene.
Blair Bass looked at Jena Van Der Woodsen-Archibald, envy flooding through her body. She wanted to rip those perfect blonde curls from off of her pretty head and put them on her own, she wanted to tear her glittering green eyes out of their sockets and place them in her own eye sockets. She wanted to trade bodies, so she could be the tall one. She finally let's out a sigh and a small smile.
"We should play jinga!" Jena exclaimed, placing both hands over her mouth after she realised how loud she had been.
"Ssh. We might wake up my dad and your parents" Blair scolded. She didn't want her dad knowing that her and Jena were up because they would surely get into trouble. Blair couldn't help but giggle after her sentence though, it was so funny that little kids were scared of adults just because they were older then them.
"But, we should play jinga" Blair smiled. She was good at jinga, better than Jena, and that was good. She had to be better than Jena at least one thing since Jena seemed to be the best at everything else. Jena eagerly nodded her head and run over to Blair's cupboard, pulling out the jinga box and placing it on the floor inbetween the two girls.
"Blair, oh, Jena, what are you playing?" Jena stared up at her big sister Katarina, and started glaring at her. She hated it whenever Kat was around Blair. She always acted like she loved Blair more. Everybody did, Blair was just so perfect and Jena was just, well, Jena, boring, plain, pathetic and ugly.
They always do say insecurities start young. Be careful girls, we don't want a B and S repeat.
The older Blair looked at the toilet, her eyes glazed over. She shook her head, she couldn't do it, but she needed too. She checked that the door was locked, one more time and turned on the faucet. She looked back at the toilet and kneeled down in front of it, she tied her hair up into a bun and pushed her finger down her throat, tears spilled over her face as she vomited everything up. Once she was finished, she flushed the toilet twice and washed her hands. She flashed water onto her face and smiled in the mirror.
She heard a knock on the bathroom door and she spun around. Don't act panicky, she warned herself, going over to un-lock it. She saw her daughter standing there wearing a different outfit from what she wore when she barged into her bedroom half-way during Tiffany's or nearly half-way or something. Blair sighed.
"Is everything okay, sweetie?" Blair questioned her daughter, her voice radiating sweetness. It was hard having to be a mother.
Audrey shook her head, looking over her mother.
"No. I'm going back home." Audrey stated simply, and much to her surprise her mother didn't cause a fuss. She just nodded her head and smiled, sent her back too her room and said she would book a flight for the both of them. Audrey grinned and raced back to her room, grabbing her bags. She brought them down to the lobby where a man was standing. The dark haired one that was in her mum's room earlier.
"Who are you?" Audrey inquired. Chuck smiled warmly at the little girl. She did look like him, in a bit, she had his eyes but she had Blair's hair.
"I'm Chuck Bass. Your father"