Chapter 3: Blair stood on the floor of the hospital. She adjusted her hair band and studied her reflection in the mirror. Did she look overdone? Maybe, a bit, depending where her mysterious date was going to take her. But, Blair was used to standing out, when it came to fashion. In fact she loved it. The door into her hospital room was locked. Even though she was supposed to stay in the hospital until she left in two weeks, she had begged the doctor to let her go out once in a while. Doctor Smith, though skeptical, had decided that Blair seemed fully recovered and allowed her leave. She shook out the dress she was wearing and surveyed herself in the full length mirror; she had demanded the hospital provide for her. Running her eyes over her reflection, Blair announced herself satisfied with her appearance.

Damon Salvatore was still in the boarding house. He was bored as he watched Stefan walk around looking glum.

"What's up Stefan?" Damon grinned. "Bothered by Katherine, already?"

"Damon, Katherine is your problem..."

"You promised to help me, so, sorry to break it to you, but this involves you as well. So now all we need is the bloody diary and we're good to go."

"Where are you going?" Stefan asked suspiciously as Damon made way for the door.

"On a date, little brother," Damon smirked opening the door and a flutter of wings was heard as he left. Stefan sighed, poor girl, whoever she was...

Damon walked into the room, which erupted a squeal from Blair.

"One, try and knock before you come in. Two, I locked the door," Blair snapped.

"Hmmm...It wasn't locked," Damon said lazily.

"I could have sworn...whatever, I'm ready."

"Fine," Damon smiled, as he gave her his arm. "Let's go."

The Mystic Grill was certainly a lot more casual, and most girls would have felt overdone, if they looked like Blair. But, not Blair Waldorf. She sort of reveled at the glances people gave her. Damon and Blair took their table, just when Elena and her best friend, Bonnie Bennett walked in. Elena's eyes darted to Damon.

"What is Damon playing at?" she whispered to Bonnie. Bonnie shook her head, as she scrutinized Damon's date. She was really pretty, but more she had a sort of elegance that many girls...lacked. Grudgingly, Bonnie knew that Damon had picked this girl because she looked good next to him. They were like the couples people saw in magazines, walking down the red carpet with a sort of grace, that named them the World's most elegant couple. Elena snapped her fingers in front of Bonnie's eyes.

"What?" Bonnie hissed. "Nothing we can do. You know Damon; he does this thing for fun."

"And that's the problem," Elena said, as the two seated themselves. "But at least, I have no idea who the girl is this time."

"Yeah, I've never seen her before." By the looks of her, both girls could guess she wasn't from around this area. Everyone who lived in Mystic Falls never dressed up to go to the Mystic Grill.

Blair turned to Damon.

"Why are those girls staring at us?" she muttered as the gestured slightly to Elena and Bonnie. Damon grinned at both girls.

"They're just friends," Damon answered. "I wouldn't cross that one," he said pointing at Bonnie. "She's got a hard head and a high temper." Blair looked at him and saw him smiling. She smirked. So he was trying to humor her, then. She liked Damon, not a bad idea having sex with a guy like this...not bad at all.