"My Evening Star" Chapter 1

Rating: T, just to be safe

TV Spoilers?: I don't think so. I'm kinda just going off what I've seen in previews for Episode 5, and have kind of worked them in here. So this story takes place around Episode 4 and 5.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Gossip Girl or really anything affiliated with it.

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Blair's world had collapsed in around her. There was nothing left. For so long she had struggled to build up this great life, clawing her way to the top. Nothing had ever come easy to her.

She had spent years attempting to make her mother notice her. She had dedicated dozens of hours looking after her minions, sealing her throne as Queen B. She had wrestling with her issues with Serena for so long, trying to forgive and forget all the horrible things that had gone wrong between them. And she had given her heart away now too many times, only to be hurt by the men she thought she could trust.

It didn't matter how hard she had tried. How she had put herself on the line time and time again. It didn't matter, because in the end, she would lose it all. Had lost it all. Was Dorota really the only person in this world Blair could rely on?

Wallowing over that thought and her own self pity, Blair reached up and gently touched the fabric of a beautiful Marc Jacobs cocktail dress while she stood in Bendel's, shopping her pain away. The dress was a deep bluish purple in color with a classy scooped neckline. It was unlike anything she really had in her enormous closest. She wanted it instantly, but dropped her hand away the moment she remembered she didn't have an occasion to wear it now that she was on the bottom of the social food chain. Besides, with a color that rich, it was really more of a Serena dress anyway.

That was a hard thought to swallow. She couldn't believe there was actually was more in this world that her former best friend could take away from her.

Suddenly feeling disgusted and claustrophobic, Blair quickly left her favorite clothing store, not bothering to apologize as she stomped on one of the clerks on her way out with her four inch heels. Knowing there was only one place in the entire world now that might possibly make her feel better, she continued walking down 5th Avenue until she reached it.

And there, in all its classic and timeless glory, was Tiffany's. Hoping to feel a bit like her hero, Holly Golighty, she stepped forward and began to gaze into one of the windows. It worked. As she took in a vision of diamonds and pearls, her world began to feel just a little less lonely…especially when she suddenly got that bizarre feeling that she was being watched.

Frowning, she turned her head and began to look around for the person who had disrupted her moment of peace. He wasn't hard to find.

Standing perhaps ten or fifteen feet away from her was a boy about her age, blatantly staring straight at her. She was surprised by this, and quickly began to assess him. He was tall, 6'1 at least, with pale, neatly combed blonde hair and even paler skin. He had a sort of exotic look to him almost, maybe because everything was just so light and pasteled about him, but he wasn't bad looking. In contrast, he was actually rather handsome but she could not help but to feel there was something familiar about him. Like she had seen him before.

Perhaps on any other day, she would have felt curious enough to ask, and may have even flattered by his odd, but clear attention. But not today. There was a dark cloud over Blair's head, and no matter how light and shiny this boy's hair was it couldn't keep the thunderstorms away. And it certainly couldn't keep her from snapping and taking her rage out on everything around her…

Besides, she had very little tolerance for blonde's lately.

Shooting him a cold glare that left no questions about how she felt about his staring, she then turned back to her window and tried to get lost in the luxuries once again. She was just about to, too, until she suddenly heard footsteps nearby and raised her head to see that not only was the boy still gazing at her with an intensity that gave her goosebumps, but he had moved about five feet closer to her.

Feeling more than just a little annoyed and creeped out, Blair moved down to the next window. A minute later, he had moved after her and this time, he stopped when he was only about three feet away from her. When it became clear she could no longer ignore him, she did what she did best: verbally assaulted.

"Ok, Creep. I don't know why you've been staring at me or why you're following me now, but if you don't stop in the immediate future, I swear, I will stab you with my Prada heels and start screaming 'rape." She told him with her fiercest glower. She had expected him to cower at that, like most people did when she went on a rampage, but instead he just looked down at her with a small, knowing smile. She was stunned by this.

"Did you hear me?" She asked him icily, putting one hand on her waist. "I told you…"

"You're Blair Waldorf, aren't you?" He suddenly interrupted, much to her surprise.

"What?" She replied, too taken aback to say anything else.

"It is you. I'd recognize you anywhere." He told her softly, causing Blair to raise her brows and assess him once again.

"Can't say the same about you." She snapped dismissively before adding coldly. "Though I admit, you are slightly familiar. Do our parents do business?"

The blond boy smiled tightly at that. "Not quite."

"For shame. Perhaps then we'd actually have something to talk about." She told him, never once abandoning her icy tone even as she turned to leave. She soon found she could not, for something had grabbed hold of her wrist.

"William Kensington." He told her, as he continued to hold her arm in place until she looked down and glared at the invasion. His hand lingered for a second longer before he let go.

"My name is Will Kensington. We used to go to school together…a long time ago."

This caught Blair's attention. She knew who he was now. She knew exactly who he was and it instantly brought a wicked grin to her delicate features.

"Billy?" She responded, her voice a mix between disbelief and amusement. "Oh my God, you're Little Billy Kensington?"

"Not exactly." He said with a tight smile. "You see, Little Billy was apart of my past life." He told her seriously before he stepped forward, purposely invading her personal space, and stood up to his full height. "I'm Will now."

Blair recognized a challenge when she saw one, and with a smirk she crossed her arms and leaned back before she gave him a full evaluation. She began at his feet, working her dark gaze up his body, taking in the expensive clothing and the hints of muscles underneath, before she looked at his face. She carefully studied how pale and almost delicate his features were, making him more pretty than anything else. But pretty he certainly was. Especially his eyes. A unique icy blue color that stood out against the light blond of his hair.

"I see what you mean." She told him approvingly. "So tell me Will, what are you doing in New York now that you've put your past life behind you?"

"I could tell you all about that and more but this doesn't really seem like the kind of conversation we should be having on the streets." He said, much to her surprise. "It's the type two people have over coffee. Or maybe even lunch?"

Blair raised her brows instantly. "You're asking me out? Seriously?" She asked, disbelieving, before she glanced down at the jeweled watch on her right wrist. "That took you all of two minutes. Or seven, if you count those five minutes of blatant staring."

"What did you expect?" He replied with a self-assured smile. "You're stunning. And after going so many years without seeing you, how could I not stare?" His words flowed so smoothly and confidently that Blair could do nothing but blink for a moment before she shook her head.

"You really aren't the Little Billy I used to know." She told him before she crossed her arms once again. "Little Billy Kensington did not have lines like that."

"It's not a line." He insisted. "It's the truth. Look at you in your little floral dress and high heels…" He told her as he gestured with his hand. "You're the girl that turns everyone's head. The one you can't help but to look at."

His words felt like a balm that instantly soothed Blair's wounded ego. Here was a man, a good looking one none the less, who was saying things she had only heard spoken to Serena before. Someone who clearly thought she was worth staring at. And though it was obvious he was laying it on thick...he was speaking with such conviction she couldn't help but to be taken a bit in.

Besides, it had been days since Blair had any real contact with anyone besides Dorota. She couldn't help but to crave a little human companion, even if it happened to be with a near stranger. Mulling this over, after a moment of deliberation, she had made up her mind.

"Alright, you can save your charm and praise for another time. I'll go to lunch with you." She told him and though he kept his expression neutral, she could see the a gleam in his pale eye. "But we are talking lunch. Not a date."

Because she then suddenly turned to start walking down the sidewalk, forcing him to quicken his pace to keep up, she missed the way his jaw cletched when she insisted it was not a date. Instead, she just saw the charming smile he gave her when he finally caught up and replied, "Of course. Just lunch it is."

What neither of them noticed, as they reached a upscale Sushi restaurant nearby, was the flash of a camera phone as one of Gossip Girl's many minions sent in this new development.

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Chuck was sitting at his usual at the Palace's bar when his phone suddenly vibrated, letting him now that he had received a text. Though he typically reached for his cell the moment it made even the slightest beep, right now he was not in the mood. Instead, he just wanted to finish his scotch in peace….so that he could drink it down as fast as possible.

To put it simply, life was not good for Chuck Bass. It really never had been… except for one occasion that he could think of, until, of course, he had gone and ruined that. Ruined wasn't quite the term he was looking for. No, more like ripped it up and shattered it so badly that there was no chance of ever getting it back.

Which is why he was here, sipping down his alcohol in a way he had been doing for years…except there was even more he was trying to forget now and thus more booze to consume. Yet another typical, self destructive move on his part.

After taking a particularly deep swig from his refined, crystal glass, he finally took his phone out of his pocket but didn't open it. Instead, he stared, hesitating, feeling like he could no longer tolerant anymore talk about Queen S parading around town, or blasts about the former Queen B being kicked once again now that she was already down.

He had done that to her. It was his modivations, his plan, his fault. At the time it had seemed so brilliant and he had been rather proud of his work. Blair had needed to learn a humbling lesson after she had been such a bitch to him, throwing that, literally, mother-effing Lord in his face time and time again when she knew full well it would hurt him. After he had been forced to watch them kiss just seconds after she had let him hold her in his arms, he had decided enough was enough.

He would show her that he could hurt her, too. He was far from powerless, and she wasn't nearly as high and mighty as she thought. It had been all too fun and easy moving his little chess pieces here and there until he was finally able to bring down the queen.

But what he hadn't anticipated was the free fall Blair's life had taken soon after. Marcus had betrayed her, she had fought with her mother, and now she had become a total social pariah… all in such a short period of time. Just a few weeks before she was Queer Blair, ruler of the Upper East Side Youth. Now, she was nothing more than gum on the heel of her former best friend's shoe, stomped on time and time again.

Feeling the guilt and regret eating away at him, Chuck took yet another deep sip of his numbing scotch before he opened his cell, and read Gossip Girl's recent post.

Spotted: Our former Queen B heading to lunch with a handsome man in tow. Any idea who he is? Doesn't seem to matter that he's not a Lord since he's obviously a gentleman, judging by the way he held the door. Seems like a keeper, B, and goodness knows you'll be needing some company now that you've been dethroned. But no worries. With a man like that who needs royal subjects?

Chuck's whole body seemed to tense up as he read the post, despite the liquor he had just consumed. Blair had found yet another batch of arm candy? His fingers instantly began to curl around his glass as jealousy and rage rippled through him until he saw the picture attached to the post.

There was Blair, smirking up at a tall, blond boy as he held a door upon for her…At first there seemed nothing special about him until he took in the stranger's pale, oddly familiar face….The moment he recognition who he was, he suddenly felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him and glass he was holding slipped completely from his hand.

Chuck didn't notice the looks he received from those around him the moment the crystal made contact with the heavy wood of the bar's counter. He was too engrossed with the picture on his phone.

William Kensington? Little Billy Kensington? He was back? Chuck's eyes instantly narrowed and he pursed his lips in a tight scowl. This was not good news.

That boy was a freak. A total weirdo…And Chuck was one of the few people who knew first hand just how creepy the kid truly was.

He thought he had gotten rid of him. Even back in the seventh grade Chuck had been a world class plotter and the plan he had worked against Billy had been one of his most successful. Obviously, it wasn't successful enough. He had meant to drive Billy out for good, making sure his face would never be seen on the Upper East Side again. Clearly, he had failed. Billy Kensington was back and already making a move in on Blair.

Determination flashed in Chuck's eyes as he slammed his phone close and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

This could not be allowed.

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Thanks for reading! I know not all that much happens here, but I suppose I have to lay the more boring groundwork somewhere. Reviews are always greatly appreciated if you can.