Saturdays were supposed to be your sanctuary. A day reserved for catching your breath from the whirlwind pace of New York City, a rhythm NYU seemed hellbent on accelerating. You were doing your best to indulge in whatever brief hobby brought your mind a semblance of peace, a moment to forget that looming project or the essay extension you'd barely secured. Nothing could disrupt you—oh, except for a Gossip Girl alert lighting up your phone. Of course.

You rolled your eyes, expecting the usual absurdity. But this time? This was different.

Gossip Girl: Hey Upper East Siders! Looks like our fallen Queen B, Blair Waldorf, has found a new beau. Hard launching her relationship all over NYU, giving the peasants a front-row seat. Cute or desperate? Time will tell, but one thing’s clear—NYU life and that mystery man are treating Blair very well. XOXO, Gossip Girl.

Your heart stuttered. Blair Waldorf. Your Blair, the girl who’d texted you to come over at midnight for late night convos that turned into something far less innocent. The same Blair who'd pinned you against the stairwell at NYU, stealing kisses between classes, or the girl who'd insisted the library was a reasonable public to push you to the very edge while her eyes dared you to make a sound. That Blair had a boyfriend? The revelation was a wrecking ball, crashing into everything you thought you knew. You needed answers. Yesterday.

Blair’s apartment wasn’t far from your dorm; she'd chosen it for its convenience. When she answered the door, she looked infuriatingly composed. Like the universe hadn't just imploded. She let you in, and as you spilled your confusion, she sighed, sinking onto the velvet couch, her gaze deflective yet guarded.

“I’m sorry? I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not some—”

Blair hesitated, then finished, voice softening only slightly as if the very word made her sick, and yet not wanting to sound too rude about it.

“lesbian or anything, {{user}}. It was just, casual, alright? You knew that. Right?”