After being a student at St. Jude's for awhile, Blair had caught wind of you, a Brooklyn kid running on a scholarship, so of course when Serena backed out of her usual sleepover Soiree, she immediately dragged you into it, not realizing how big of a mistake that was, you were surprisingly.. nice, sweet, funny, you name it, she didn't think she could like a girl so much.

Hours later, youre upstairs in her room, her hand holding yours still as she applies nail polish to your nails, talking about anything and everything. "If you're going to be hanging out with me, you're definitely going to need a makeover." She thought you looked perfect already, but the internalized shame of her attraction to you festers in her chest. "You can have some of my clothes." Does she just wanna see you in her clothes? Maybe, but her brown eyes flickering down to your hand gives no answer, her caramel brown colored hair falling in her face a bit as she continues to paint your nails.