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As Blair's limo nears her penthouse, she flicks her eyes towards Serena. She doesn't really feel like dealing with the pain Serena inadvertently causes her, not right now. "You'd best go home now, Serena."
Serena's mouth sets in a straight line as she appraises Blair. "I'd rather not. You know how my mom and I are. It's been especially bad lately."
"I think it would be best," Blair replies back loudly, her voice leaving no room for opposition. "I don't really want you in my house right now."
"Wow, Blair get off your damn high horse. I have every right to get angry at you trying to go on a date with Dan. I loved him, Blair. And…" She doesn't want to say any more about how she's basically jealous of Dan because he's hanging around with Blair. She knows, rationally, that she can't be angry about that, because Blair's not her girlfriend and for her to feel protective like that is weird and uncalled for. "And you don't like me going out with Nate. So come off it."
Blair raises her chin at Serena, looking down her nose at the blonde. "I don't like your attitude. Therefore, I don't want you in my house. And by the way, Dan and I were not on a date." She purses her lips. "So how about you come off it. It's making you look rather pathetic, truthfully."
Serena rolls her eyes, her ice cold glare hitting Blair in the heart like a dagger. She refuses to show the damage of it though, glaring back at her best friend.
"Let's not talking about looking pathetic, Blair," says Serena nastily. "Your whole relationship with Chuck? Basically the definition of pathetic. Who knows how many times you cried because he wouldn't tell you he loved you back."
"Well, sorry that I care about love," Blair spits angrily. "Sorry that my relationships matter to me! Not everyone can just be a slut Serena, sleeping around and fucking everyone like a common whore. Some people have sex with people they love, not just the most convenient person they find at the moment."
"You're such a bitch," Serena snaps.
"And you're a tramp," retorts Blair, pointing towards the door of the limo even though they were still driving. "Now bye."
"Stop going out with Dan."
"Stop thinking you own him."
"I don't!" Serena replies angrily, her voice rising. "I don't think I own him. And I don't want to!"
"You've always been a bad liar Serena, you fucking slu-"
Serena gets up before Blair can finish her insult, reaching forward and gripping Blair's hair as she kneels down on the floor in front of her. She yanks Blair's head towards her, their lips crashing together so violently that Serena's afraid they'll bruise. She clenches her hands tightly, scratching Blair's scalp and biting her lip as the brunette gasps.
"I don't wanna own Dan," Serena hisses, her voice low and hoarse. Her fingers grip Blair's hair and one hand slides down to grasp at Blair's throat. She takes Blair's bottom lip between her teeth and tugs sharply. "I wanna own you."
"I hate you," spits Blair, her tongue tangling with Serena's as they fight for the dominance they both need.
Serena reaches behind Blair and slides the divider open. "Drive around until we say we're ready to go home," she commands the driver, slamming the divider shut again before he can respond.
"You think you can just tell my driver what to do now?" Blair questions snobbishly, eyeing Serena coldly.
"I can tell whoever I want whatever I want." Serena sneers, taking Blair by the throat and forcing her head back against the seat cushion. This was very unfamiliar, touching Blair so violently and passionately. The sexual tension they share had been building, and Serena needs to do something about. Plus, she figures Blair needs to be reminded that she isn't queen of the universe and can't control everything and everyone, especially Serena.
Serena sits back and eyes Blair, still holding her down by the neck so she can't move. Her eyes run up and down Blair's body slowly.
"You're fucking sexy," she says abruptly, eyes swinging back up to meet Blair's. They rarely talk about their attraction to each other openly, or do anything past the stage of kissing.
"And you're fucking nothing," snarls Blair, not appreciating the way Serena is controlling her.
"I hate you too," Serena replies, kissing the brunette roughly and punctuating her next sentences with a kiss in between every one. "Love you. Hate you. Love you. Hate you. Kiss you. Bite you. Hit you. Slap you. Fuck you." She slides down Blair's body, pressing a kiss to Blair's inner thigh.
Blair flinches at Serena's closeness to her center. She's already getting horny, and her hips involuntarily grind into the air as she hears Serena laugh smugly and press a hand up her dress and against her underwear.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Serena," Blair warns.
Serena laughs again. "You're right, B. You're such a priss, it'll probably take you forever to actually let go and cum. I should probably stop now."
"Fuck you," hisses Blair, reaching down and sliding her fingers through Serena's hair at the front, the motion tugging Serena's head upwards and forcing their eyes to meet in a heated gaze.
"I know you want to," Serena replied cattily, her nails digging into Blair's thigh. "However, I think I'll decline."
Blair leans down and grips Serena's shoulders, pushing the blonde away. Inside, she's almost ecstatic that they're touching her like this, that the passion Serena is handling her with is intense enough to make Blair's stomach clench and her body shudder. She's been waiting for Serena to touch her like this for forever, but right now they're too angry and it's too much and she needs it to stop. "Get off me, bitch," she commands lowly.
Serena allows herself to be pushed away before she kneels on the seat next to Blair, leaning over her and bringing her lips to Blair's ear. "You know you want it," she breathes, pressing her palm between Blair's legs and feeling the brunette buck her hips ever so slightly into the touch.
"Get out."
Serena laughs, sliding away from Blair and opening the divider again to speak to the driver. He'd been driving down random streets near Blair's house in order to follow orders and politely waste time. "Let me out here, please," she tells him. "Thanks." Serena opens the door and glances over at Blair, who's watching her closely with dark eyes.
"You're just gonna walk home from here?" Blair questions her.
"Yes," answers Serena. She smirks. "Like you said, it's probably best that I go home. It'll leave you some alone time to think about the way I was touching you a minute ago." Her smirk grows when she sees Blair clench a fist. "And how you want me to touch you the next time I see you."
"Fuck off," Blair replies, refusing to drop her guard and quit being bitchy. She doesn't like Serena thinking she can manipulate her.
Serena nods, still donning that shit-eating grin that Blair honestly just wants to slap off her face. "Call me later."
Blair doesn't say she will. She leans her head back and stares out the window, facing away from Serena. Their conversation is done. She hears the door slam, and only then does she turn to scrutinize the blonde's perfect ass as it saunters away from her.
"I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you earlier," Serena blurts as soon as Blair answers the phone an hour later.
Blair sighs, walking out of her closet and to her bed. She sits on it and runs her fingers through her hair. She knew this would come; the regret, the take-backs. Serena hadn't been thinking clearly when she'd touched and talked to Blair like that. And now she was sorry it had happened. "Okay," Blair replies cautiously, waiting for Serena to pull the rug out from under her.
"I wasn't thinking straight," admits Serena. "And I said horrible things."
"We both said horrible things," Blair says reluctantly. She doesn't think she regrets anything she said, in all honesty. Sure, she knew things could have been handled differently and she could have gone about the situation better. But everything she'd said, she'd meant.
"I don't like when we fight."
"Me neither." But Blair does, sometimes. Because it lets her blurt out her true feelings about Serena without them being uncalled for. Her nasty comments to Serena when they're arguing are Blair's revenge for when Serena hurts her every day on accident.
"You're not a bitch."
"Okay," says Blair, because she is. "And you're not pathetic. Except for sometimes."
"Okay," Serena says back.
"I'm not dating Dan," says Blair for what feels like the 100th time.
"Yeah," Serena answers. "Yeah, I know. It's just..."
"I know." Serena doesn't need to finish her sentence; Blair understands. "Sorry. But we're friends."
"It's okay. I know I gotta stop...being protective over him. And you."
"Now your protectiveness over me, I like. Keep that," Blair replies, abruptly feeling bold and flirty. "Just kidding."
Serena laughs, and it's not forced but Blair knows it's not her usual laugh. "Yeah. It's weird, B. The way I feel. I don't understand."
She sounds so lost and confused, and Blair wants to help her but she can't. She doesn't understand her own feelings, much less Serena's. "Me either."
Serena sighs. "You wanna have a make-up sesh or something? You can come over. I miss you."
Blair hesitates, not sure if she wants to feel that strain on her heart.
"Um. I'm gonna call my mom first and see what she's up to. And then… I'll call you back." She hangs up before she has to hear Serena's "I love you". Blair has no intention of calling her mom. She likes this pattern they've fallen into, where her mother is rarely home because she out on business, with boyfriends, spending unnecessary money, etc., and Blair only has to see her at parties, holidays, and the occasional times when her mother is at home for more than once a week. She likes the privacy, the freedom, the knowledge that only Dorota is around to tell her what to do. She's never really needed her mother, truly, and she doesn't now. Especially when she's always sitting around and feeling frustrated about the Serena situation. She doesn't want her mom interfering with something like that.
"Dorota!" Blair yells, waiting until she sees the maid scurrying into her bedroom.
"Yes, Ms. Blair?" Dorota asks, eyes wide from being startled at Blair's abrupt yelling.
"I need to ask you a question," Blair tells her, quiet for a moment as she ponders the way she wants to say this. "A hypothetical question," she emphasizes.
Dorota nods, waiting.
"So let's say... I had this friend, who was in love with their best friend. I'm talking, head over heels, madly in love with this friend. And let's say, said friend does not know about this person's attraction to them."
"You are in love with Ms. Serena?" Dorota interupts, eyes widening.
"I said I had a friend!" screams Blair. "Anyway. So my friend's best friend keeps going out and dating a lot of people, not knowing that it's hurting my friend; the one's that's in love with them. And let's also say, it might not be...socially acceptable for my friend and their best friend to date. But my friend can't take it anymore. They need to do something about their love for their best friend. What would your advice be for... my friend, Dorota?"
Dorota eyes Blair for a minute, that look that says "I know you're not telling the truth but I'm not sure what the truth is yet so I'll let it go for now." Blair knows that look. She bites her lip; Dorota almost always knows when she's hiding something.
"Well," Dorota says cautiously, almost 100% sure that she is advising Blair in reality, but not completely sure. "I would tell this... friend of yours, to follow the heart. The heart knows best and the heart does not lie."
Blair rolls her eyes. "That's so cliché, Dorota. Is that the best advice you can give?"
Dorota shrugs. "It is true. And do not worry about what is socially good. What matters is love."
Blair sighs, flopping back on the bed and waving an arm dramatically, signaling for Dorota to leave. "Thanks," she calls, a touch sarcastically. Sure, Dorota's advice was cliché and overused but Blair knew it was true. It still didn't help her with her problem, though.
'I'll be over in 10,' she texts to Serena, standing up and running her fingers through her hair. Here we go.
Blair passes Nate on her way to the elevator in Serena's penthouse. He gives her a confused look as he approaches her, and she returns it, stopping in order to talk to him.
"Hey," he says, smiling slightly. "What are you here for?"
"Just to talk to Serena," replies Blair. "You?"
"Same. We were just hanging out. Ya know. But I can't stay; I've gotta go somewhere. So, uh, I'll see you around?"
Blair nods and smiles, watching as he tousles his messy hair back into place. He smiles back and walks away. She turns to watch him, wondering why he looked so flushed and why his hair was so disheveled. She turns on her heel and struts to the elevator, pressing hard on the number of the floor she needs to get to. She can only imagine why he looked like that.
When Serena opens the door, her hair is tousled too and one of her dress straps has slid off her shoulder. She shoves it back up as she lets Blair in. "Hey," she says softly.
"What were you and Nate doing?" Blair asks, turning on her as soon as she gets inside.
Serena blinks. "Nothing. I came home and saw that my mom wasn't in, and I was still a little angry with you, so I just called Nate to come over and talk." She furrows her eyebrows. "Why?"
"You both look a little bit too disheveled to have just been talking," sniffs Blair, turning around and walking to the couch in the living room. She drops her purse on the floor and sits down, crossing her legs and eyeing Serena thoughtfully.
Serena rolls her eyes, sitting on the couch that faces Blair instead of sitting next to her. "I don't see how it's any of your business what we did anyway," she replies with a smug smirk, staring at Blair. She notices the jealously Blair is inadvertently emitting, and it makes her smile. "I had a little...built up frustration from our activities in the car and I needed to deal with it somehow."
"It's called masturbation, S," blurts Blair harshly.
The corners around Serena's bright blue eyes crinkle as her smile widens. "I'm not pathetic, Blair. Why masturbate when you can get the real thing?"
Blair wants to steer the conversation away from sex; with Serena, it makes her uncomfortable every time.
Serena notices the discomfort, and she stands, going to finally take a seat next to her best friend. "I'm just kidding. You know that, right, B?" She puts a hand on Blair's arm and Blair's skin immediately begins to tingle. "I didn't ask you to come over here to tease you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Blair says, sliding her arm out from under Serena's touch.
"What's wrong?" asks Serena, confused.
"I don't want... the touching right now," Blair mutters. "Sorry. I just...can't."
Serena stares at Blair until the brunette turns and looks at her. "What?" Serena asks softly.
Blair sighs in frustration. "I don't want you to touch me anymore, Serena. Not in a more than friends way." Her eyes flicker away, and then move back to the blue ones that are still intensely watching her. "We're friends. Not more. So you shouldn't touch me the way you've been touching me. And..." Blair hates to do this, but she feels like she needs to draw the line. "And i don't think we should kiss anymore."
Serena had moved her hand back to Blair's arm, but Blair hadn't noticed until now, when the blonde tightened her grip painfully. "But... I like doing that stuff," Serena murmurs helplessly, scooting closer. "And...when I was having sex with Nate..." her soft voice becomes slightly squeaky, and Blair knows it's her upset voice, the voice she gets before she cries. "I wanted it to be you, B. I really was."
Blair blinks. This is everything she's been waiting for her whole fucking life, but she's learned the hard way that almost always just when she thinks she's finally getting something she wants, there's a catch that fucks it all up. Serena might be saying these things now, but Blair's hesitant to believe them. "But... I'm not gay Serena, and the way I love you, it's not..." Blair Waldorf is not gay.
"Me either," Serena says with wide eyes. "But I love you. More than a friend. And I'm not afraid to say it anymore." She leans over and brushes her lips across Blair's, feeling the brunette shudder under her touch.
Blair presses her lips to Serena's more firmly, gripping her shoulders tightly. "You don't know how long..." she trails off, her mouth opening and her tongue tangling with Serena's in a passionate way that's unfamiliar, Blair being used to the quick, accidental pecks and the longer make outs that happen because Serena is sad and lonely.
"Me too," Serena agrees, bringing a hand to the back of Blair's neck and pulling her closer. "I'm sorry I took so long. I was trying to pretend that I was just imagining my feelings. But I wasn't." She breaks away and stares at Blair, who has swollen lips, tousled hair, smeared lipstick, and still manages to be the most beautiful thing Serena has ever seen. "I love you."
Blair allows herself to be pushed until she's lying down, allows Serena to hover over her and repeatedly press their lips together until Blair's head swirls and she can barely think. "But you and Nate..."
"I'll break up with him," Serena breathes against the brunette's lips, capturing the bottom one between her teeth and tugging lightly. "I'll do anything you want me to do, B."
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