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After breakfast Blair and I headed back to herself so that she could change her outfit before she took me on a tour of the city. It didn't take me very long to make dinner reservations considering everyone in this town new my name and nobody would ever dare say no to anything I wanted if they knew what was good for them. After I had booked the best restaurant in town for dinner I decided to look around the home of Blair Waldorf. I remember my father once told me that you can learn everything you need to know by seeing where someone lived and it is probably the one thing he tried to teach me that I agreed with him on. From the décor in the living room I was able to tell that Blair's mother lived and breathed fashion and not just when it came to the clothing line she owned and operated. Everything was up to date even the art. This woman lived to impress.

As I strolled from the living room in to the kitchen the lack of foods on the counters told me that the elder Waldorf woman was very strict when it came to the food she allowed in her home. It was no wonder her daughter hardly ever ate anything unless she was alone and sure she wouldn't be caught. It was surprising Blair wasn't anorexic or sickly because of this. I had seen many human girls try to please their parents by being perfect and failing so badly it resulted in their deaths when they realized they would never reach perfection. From what I knew of the brunette who claimed to hate me she had issues with her mother, but thankfully she hadn't fallen too far off the deep yet. I would need to keep an eye on this in order to make sure it did not escalate.

Having seen everything I needed to see in the kitchen I decided to hang around in the living room again until Blair was ready. There was a piano in the corner and pictures lined the shelves over the fire place. I decided as I made my way over to the piano that I would take a detour to look at the pictures. There were ones of Blair as a baby and even then she had that look in her eyes which told me she had been thinking. What she had been planning I had no idea, but I am sure she must have been plotting to take down someone. A peculiar thing I came to realize was the older Blair got in the pictures the less you saw her and the more you saw Serena. If I hadn't known better I would've thought this was Serena's home instead of Blair's. Another thing I came to notice from looking at the pictures was the fact she only ever looked happy in the pictures with a man I could only guess to be her father. Since he disappeared from the pictures suddenly I figured that he wasn't not around anymore.

Finally I had made my way over to the piano. Running my fingers over the keys I sat down on the bench and started playing the first thing that came to mind. I do not know what I happened to be playing I simply let it come to me. I did not even hear Blair come up behind me until she spoke and as soon as I heard I voice I stopped playing. I usually did not like to play in front of others and for good reason.

"I didn't know you could play." She stated coming to sit down next to me on the bench.

I shrugged and kept my expression blank. "I thought that if I learned how to play it would impress him and maybe then he would take an interest in things I did. As it turns out he told me that I slumped when I played and he had heard better from people younger than I was and I should stop trying before I embarrassed him. I never played for him again, but my Uncle Jack always encouraged me to continue playing and so I did in private."

"Well you are very good Bass." Blair said as she placed her hands in her lap. "I always used to play when I was younger with my father. My mother thought it was a waste of time and when my father left us she forbid from playing in the house, but kept the piano because it looks good. Of course when Serena is around she wants to hear the piano even though Serena simply bangs on the keys, but as far as my mother is concerned Serena can do no wrong."

"Would you play something for me?" I asked and then I was hit with a better idea. "I remember Nathaniel mentioned something about you being able to sing. How about I play and you sing?"

Immediately she blushed and stood up. "I do not usually sing in front of others. Besides if we want to get to the museum we should probably leave now to avoid traffic. If we get there before two we will be able to go in to the back and see any knew shipments they may have gotten. I have a friend who works in the back and his wife adores my mother's line. I get her early releases of the new lines and she gets me permission to snoop around out back and see things before they are put on display. Supposedly they have some artifacts coming in from Africa that I have wanted to see for a while now so I am not going to miss it. We will just have to play American Idol another time."

I couldn't help, but smirk at her as we headed towards the elevator. "Does that mean you will be inviting me over a lot then?"

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By the time we made it to the museum and I stepped out of the limo I forgot I had taken off my sunglasses. The sunlight hit my overly sensitive eyes and immediately I hissed slamming the palm of my hand over my eyes. I should have remembered not to take them off! I had been so lost in my conversation with the Queen of Constance that I was forgetting the most important things. If I wasn't careful I would end up exposing my secret and if that happened then my father wouldn't even be able to get me out of the consequences I would face.

"Bass are you alright?" Blair asked and I heard her heels click against the pavement as she tried to pry my hand away from my eyes. She was must stronger than she looked I would have to give her that. "My god your eyes are black and they look really red around the iris. Maybe you should go to the hospital."

Reaching in to my jacket pocket I pulled out my sun glasses and slid them on. My eyes started to feel better instantly. I waved my hand as if it were no big thing. "I don't need to go to the hospital. I have a genetic condition where my eyes are extremely sensitive to the light. It is why I always wear my sunglasses even when we are in class. I should never have forgotten I had taken them off in the first place. I am however very pleased you were worried about me. I wouldn't object to a kiss if you wanted to make me feel better."

"I see your mouth is working perfectly fine." She bit back with a roll of her eyes as we headed inside the museum. "Are there any other allergies I should be aware of?"

"Why would I tell you all of my secrets?" I asked opening the door for her. "I know the only reason you want to know is so that you can use them against me to kill in the future when I get on your bad side. We are more alike than you think Waldorf and I know that if I was in your position I would be doing exactly that. Why don't you tell me your allergies if you have any and maybe I will tell you some more of mine or maybe I won't?"

Blair scowled and shook her head. "Must you always see the worst in people? How do you know that I didn't want to know so that I could save your life if something happened? I can be a very charitable person when I want to be you know. I was voted most likely to help mankind in our freshman year."

"That is because you show the people the side you of that you want them to see." I stated as we started roaming the different rooms of the gallery. "I know the real you and I know that deep down you are exactly like me. That is why you pretend to hate me, because unlike you I do not hide who I am behind a mask. Instead I choose to show the world and whether they love me or they hate me they do have to respect me for not being afraid to show who I am."

"Are you saying that I am coward?" She asked as we stopped in front of what was a painted portrait of the city from a sky view. "Just because I do not like to flaunt my inner Blair does not mean I am afraid to. The only thing it means is that I know how to act in society."

"So you are bending to society in order to fit in?" I asked turning her statement in to a question. Truth being told I simply loved ruffling her feathers. "Are you really that afraid to stand out? You claim to love art right? Well if all art was the same then none of it would be unique. Nobody would appreciate it because it would be just the same old thing over and over again. You may not see yourself as unique Blair, but you are and I do see it."

The brunette in question nodded slightly. "Well at least you see it when nobody else does. Sometimes I want to stand on the top of a building and scream until someone asks me what the hell I am doing."

"Then why don't we do just that?" I asked with a genuine smile. Blair might not know this, but I had a thing for rooftops. "We will find the tallest building we can and then we can go to the roof and just scream our frustration away. Please do not look at me as if I am crazy. You know that you want to do it or else you wouldn't have that twinkle in your eye. So what do you say Waldorf?"

Her dark eyes lit up with an excitement I had never seen in them before. "I say let's do this Bass."

TBC…

AN: I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and I think that it came out pretty well. In the next chapter the date will be continued. Let me know what you all thought of this chapter because you know that I love hearing your thoughts on them. I am sorry it took so long to update this, but I have been busy.

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