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Sorry it took me so long to update; I just came home from a rather lengthy vacation in Italy and I must say I'm totally inspired. And though this chapter might be a bit short compared to the last one, I promise the next one will be considerably longer!

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And oh yeah small note: I don't own my chapter titles they're all book titles I changed a bit.

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Chapter two: The Kitchen of Perception

'Don't mind him, Jacob's a firm believer in abiding the law; he's like our own personal Captain America.' – Quil Ateara

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Blair watched them in thinly veiled disgust; not even in the slums of Brooklyn did people eat like this. If you could call what they were doing eating, she was quite sure eating intended chewing and they certainly weren't chewing…they were just stuffing as much food in as humanly possible in the shortest possible time frame.

She scrunched up her nose; they were disgusting, absolutely revolting.

'Don't you want anything, Blair?' Emily offered for the umpteenth time completely at ease in her role of the perfect hostess.

Blair made a face: 'After this I'm not sure if I'll ever be hungry again.'

'I know what you mean,' Emily said, 'it took me weeks to get used to-, well this!' she laughed gesturing towards the boys as she idly picked at her food in a much more civilized matter than the brutes that surrounded her.

A slight tug on her hair reminded Blair of the tiny girl that was currently residing on her lap.

'Sorry!' Claire said sweetly as she released the offending chestnut curl. 'Your hair is sooo pretty.'

'Thank you Claire,' Blair said smiling pleasantly; she usually had a look don't touch policy when it came to children (tiny hands usually make terrible stains) but this one was just too adorable-, and well flattering to not indulge. 'Maybe I can do your hair?'

Claire let out a squeal of delight before nodding enthusiastically.

Blair pulled a pin out of her own hair and careful not to hurt her modelled Claire's shiny black tresses; the toddler sat perfectly still in her lap making it incredibly easy to braid a lock of hair into a tiny bow. She carefully modelled the braid into a bow before finally fastening it to the side of her head.

'All done,' Blair said pleased with the result; it looked very cute.

'Thank you!' Claire said as she carefully patted the tiny braid.

'Here use this as a mirror,' Blair said intrusting her precious cell phone to the toddler's chubby fingers.

'Pretty!' Claire exclaimed her mouth turning into a perfect little 'o'. 'Look Quil!' she ordered with the authority of a tiny dictator; Blair was impressed.

Quil's gaze immediately snapped to her in a way that reminded Blair of a well trained lapdog.

'You look really pretty Claire-Bear,' he said smiling adoringly at the little girl who let out another squeal of delight before finally pressing a kiss to Blair's cheek much to Blair's surprise; she wasn't exactly used to children, she was pretty sure Claire was the first one to sit on her lap let alone kiss her cheek.

'Thank you,' Blair said quietly, almost embarrassed.

'You're good with kids,' Emily stated grinning as her eyes darted around the table.

'Not really,' Blair said truthfully.

'Well Claire loves you,' Emily said obviously not taking no for an answer. 'And lord knows she's hard to please since Quil took to spoiling her.'

'I don't spoil her,' Quil mumbled before shoving a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

'Quil-,' Jacob started giving him a disbelieving look, 'she doesn't even walk when you're around. You're like her personal pony.'

'And you let her put make-up on you,' Paul added with a look of sheer disgust.

'That's Emily's fault!' Quil protested shooting Emily an annoyed look, she just smiled back innocently.

'Face it man, you've spoiled her and she's got you wrapped around her little finger,' Jacob said waving his fork at him for added affect.

Quil gave him a well-duh sort of face before snorting: 'You get back to me in a week and we'll see who's whipped.'

Jacob shot him a warning glare: 'I told you I'm not sure.'

'Oh c'mon Jake don't be delusional,' Quil said rolling his eyes as he waved his fork at him, 'we've told you it's the real thing and there's no point fighting it man, it's unavoidable.'

'Guys,' Sam said warningly as he subtly inclined his head in Blair's general direction.

Blair frowned: why did she feel like she was missing some sort of crucial information?

'So Blair, where are you staying?' Emily said intentionally stirring the conversation away from whatever the boys had been discussing.

'Daddy bought a cabin in the woods,' Blair said barely able to keep the horror from her voice.

'A cabin?' Quil said frowning. 'There's a cabin in our woods? How come I've never noticed? Is it in the Cullen area or something?'

'Cullen area?' Blair repeated confusedly.

'Figure of speech,' Sam said automatically.

'Judging from where I found her, I doubt it,' Jacob said thoughtfully.

'Blair, what does it look like?' Emily asked helpfully.

'About two stories high, lots of wood, lots of stone, big windows, big porch-, just a cabin,' Blair said with a dismissive wave of the hand. 'I though Dad said he bought it from some guy named Wilkes.'

'Did you say Wilkes?' Paul said halting his pig-fest just long enough to give her an odd look.

Blair just nodded somewhat bored with the current train of conversation.

'Blair,' Jacob said dumbfound, 'that's not a cabin.'

'It's more like a mansion,' Embry mumbled barely audible; Blair looked up curiously, it was the first time he had actually used his voice in her presence.

'Are you rich or something?' Quil said bluntly an impish grin plastered on his face.

Blair sighed delicately as she debated how to reply to that question without sounding like a pompous bitch, from all the responses she could think off: 'I guess,' seemed like the least haughty option.

'In other words she's loaded,' Paul stated dryly.

'Well isn't that just typical,' Quil mumbled shooting Jacob a knowing look. 'You can't do anything the easy way, can you?'

'You're one to talk,' Jacob said, 'you were the one who caused a slight scandal.'

Quil's skin tone darkened considerably: 'It's not my fault; you people are all disgusting perverts.'

'Am I missing something fundamental for understanding your conversations?' Blair asked subtly, or not so subtly, reminding them of her presence.

'You have no idea,' Embry muttered more to his plate of spaghetti than to his company.

'You'll understand in time,' Emily shushed before smilingly asking if anyone would like some more spaghetti, of course, much to Blair's displeasure, they all did.

'So Blair,' Sam started, his deep baritone voice commanding her full attention, 'Jacob told me you had a bit of a car accident.'

'A car accident?' Quil repeated while still chewing his food much to Blair's horror. 'In La Push, how did you do that?'

'She was attacked by a gang of rogue deer apparently,' Paul said barely able to suppress a chuckle.

Blair just threw them a menacing little glare that would have sent someone like Jenny Humphrey running for the hills; these brutes however had yet to learn the supremacy of Blair Waldorf…

Quil grinned: 'Doesn't that remind you of something Bell-,' a low growl from Jacob caused him to stop mid-sentence and return his attention to his plate.

Blair gave Jacob an odd look: he growled? How uncultured…

'Did you bang your car up badly?' Sam asked ignoring the growl, how on earth could someone ignore a growl?

Blair gave him a blank look. 'How can I tell?'

Sam raised his eyebrows. 'I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say: you're not a technical kind of girl.'

'You're absolutely right,' Blair stated blatantly unembarrassed.

'Well you're in luck!' Emily said enthusiastically-, a bit too enthusiastically if you asked Bair. 'Jacob's a great mechanic! I'm sure he won't mind taking a look at your car, right Jacob?'

Jacob just nodded a frown etched into his forehead; they were all ganging up against him, weren't they?

'Are you sure you don't mind?' Blair questioned noting his obvious apprehension.

Jacob couldn't help but shoot her a wide smile. 'I'm positive I don't mind Blair.'

'You might want to look into getting a rental in the meantime,' Embry stated grinningly, 'it usually takes him a couple of months to get something running and I have a feeling that this time he'll be stalling even more.'

Jacob shot him a nasty look.

Blair shrugged her delicate little shoulders, 'I don't need a car, I don't even have a licence, truth be told I had never driven a car until yesterday.

'You what?' Jacob said a little louder then strictly necessary since he was sitting right across from her. 'Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?'

Blair threw him an odd look: 'I'm sorry officer.'

Jacob, apparently realising how ridiculous he sounded made a sheepish face.

'Don't mind him,' Quil said struggling to keep a straight face, 'Jacob's a firm believer in abiding the law; he's like our own personal Captain America.'

'You're one to talk drug-sniffer,' Blair drawled immediately wiping the amused look off his face.

'You're not going to let that go are you?'

'Not in a million years,' Blair answered smiling sweetly as her eyes darted over to the kitchen clock, something that didn't go unnoticed by the ever attentive Emily.

'Jacob, it's getting late. Why don't you give Blair a ride home?' she said giving him a pinning look.

'Uh sure? I guess.'

'Here take my car,' Emily said handing him her car keys.

'But my bike-,'

'You are not driving her home on that thing Jacob Black,' Emily said determined much to Blair's gratitude; Blair Waldorf did not hop onto anything that could abbreviated to bike.

'Yes ma'am,' Jacob mumbled begrudgingly, realising there was no point in arguing with the woman who fed him.

'Blair,' Emily said turning her attention back to the tiny brunette, 'how about I pick you up tomorrow afternoon so we can have some girl time?'

'Sure,' Blair said sugary sweet smile firm in place as she followed Jacob's lead and stood up. 'Well goodnight, it was nice meeting you all.'

'Pleasure was all ours,' Paul said smirking. 'Right Jake?'

Jacob just shot him a glare while Blair rolled her eyes; why were they all acting she was going to jump Jacob's bones or visa versa? He didn't seem all that interested and she was still nursing a broken heart and a bruised ego after the whole Chuck debacle.

'C'mon Blair,' Jacob said placing a large warm hand on the small of her back as he lead her out of the house. 'Sorry about them, they're kinda-,'

'Bizarre?'

'Exactly,' he stated guiding her over to a compact black car that had seen better days. 'They get kinda crazy around new people especially Quil, sorry about that by the way,' he added as he, much to Blair's infinite pleasure, opened the car door for her; the slight sign of chivalry reminded her of more educated environments.

Blair just shrugged her shoulders dismissively as she elegantly slid onto the cold leather seat of the car instantly missing Jacob's rather extreme body heat; the boy really was unnaturally warm but she quickly dismissed the slight oddity as a native thing.

'So,' Jacob said plopping into the driver's seat, 'why Forks?'

'What do you mean?' Blair asked as the car slowly started moving.

Blair couldn't help but scowl at the fluid motions of the car; he made it look so easy she couldn't help but feel impossibly inadequate and Blair Waldorf had a little too much experience with that emotion…

'Why are you vacationing in Forks of all places? I mean you're obviously not the outdoorsy type.'

'Daddy thought the countryside would do me good,' Blair stated simply, 'apparently some people think trees, bugs and humidity are relaxing,' she could help but roll her eyes at the sentiment.

Jacob let out a hearty chuckle. 'Yeah, I bet fumes, yuppies and horrible traffic are way more relaxing than Forks.'

Blair gave him an inquisitive look; she was pretty sure she had detected a note of seriousness in his statement, but that didn't make any sense, not even to her scheming mind.

She shook her head; this place was probably was just as bad as New York! Everything these guys said was somewhat dubious to say the least and she was resolute to figure out why if only to make her stay a bit more enjoyable…

'Jacob?'

'Yeah?' he said a smile still firmly planted on his face as he threw her a quick look.

His smile was so impossibly genuine and downright adorable, which was a word she didn't throw around lightly, that grilling him would be like destroying a Birkin bag; completely unfeasible.

'Thanks for the ride,' she finally said barely able to suppress a sigh at her adorableness inspired capitulation and inwardly cringed; she was turning into Serena

'No problem.'

She stared out of the window, a pout plastered on her plush lips; Forks was already turning her soft…

T.B.C

So that was the second chapter, I hope you enjoyed! And keep reviewing it warms my heart =p

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