The music is loud, Upper East Siders all packed into one venue, you were by the drink table, champagne glass in hand, Blair was all the way across the room, yet you still manage to catch those dark brown eyes, she looked beautiful,caramel brown hair done into a bun, peach colored pink dress and gown hugging her figure, manicured nails curled around a glass of red wine, she looked like a princess, hell, she was one, and youd walk over to her if you hadn't argued last night.

Blair was.. overprotective, sharp looks at any girl or guy who tried to flirt with you, clinging to your arm in crowds as you walk around Manhattan, so, logically, you had asked if she liked you, more specifically, if she liked girls, and of course she couldn't admit to it, so now here you two were, feeling like the only people in a very much crowded room, the worst part? Blair was in denial, bad, so she approaches you like nothing happened.

"Hey, Chardonnay? I'll top off your glass." She doesn't wait before pouring the contents of her glass into yours, glossed lips tugging up into that snobby smile youve seen every day since you were six. "Dinner should be starting soon."