Later that day... (conversation A)
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shexwrites[Continuing... Pt.1 & Pt.2; happens consecutively with this.]
Blair sat, curled up on the couch facing the elevators as she read and waited for Nate. Chuck had been true to his work this morning, finishing what was started and more; her skin still tingled a little from all the pleasure he'd brought her before he'd gotten a call from his father to come home. He was wonderful, attentive, and he didn't push for her to give him what she knew he wanted which was a little scary and downright the exact opposite from what he's shown the world these last few years. She had to say though, she liked it. It, he, made her smile in a way she hadn't in a long time and it felt good to be that happy.
The elevator dinged, bringing her eyes up as her boyfriend stepped off once the doors opened. The smile he offers doesn't light up his face like it does when he's around Serena, but then Blair's noticed that before. She's noticed a lot of little things, over the course of them growing up together, that has made her doubt whether he's truly wanted to be in this relationship or if it was all because both their parents had pushed them into it. Her head turns up automatically for a kiss when he was close enough and he obliges her with a soft peck. That alone had her comparing the two, but she shouldn't and her head shakes to try and clear the comparison away before she smiles at Nate.
He settles next to her, hand skimming over her curls lightly, "Have fun with Serena last night?"
Her smile grows at the edges as she fights off the blush trying to rise in her cheeks. It's an edge of falseness, of trying too hard that Nate misses; Chuck would never miss it, he'd know right away something is off. "Of course. We went to a club and then back here to sleep off the alcohol," her voice is steady though, sweet even with no trace of what she's about to do or why.
Nate just chuckles softly, "Serena does like going out to party."
Blair's features still, watching him because there's an edge of 'even if you don't normally' to his words she doesn't like. Serena's version of going out to party and Blair's are two completely different things if only because Blair doesn't like having to be brought home while she struggles to get naked on the sidewalk or worse, go home with a stranger when her friend stops looking for only a moment. "She does." Her posture shifts a little, turning a little more towards him but also growing to be just a little more prim and proper, "Listen, Nate. I wanted to talk to you about something."
Nate's brow raises a little, curious as to what has got her so serious and yet doll-like. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Blair." His hand reaches out and takes hers, holding it between both of his like this is something she needs strength to do.
She doesn't, need strength that is. She just needs the right words. Her strength comes from what Chuck gave her this morning and last night, the feeling that she was a treasure to be taken care of and not the girlfriend you have to take around with you. He'd made her feel special in a way Nate really hadn't. "I," she pauses for a moment, looking at their hands together, "I've been thinking about this for a little while and I haven't really known how to talk to you about it." It's not a lie either, while the want to be with Chuck surfaced last night the distance between her and Nate had been growing the last couple years. She'd just ignored it because she thought it'd get better.
"What is it, Blair?" His hands squeeze hers lightly, encouraging her to go on as he watches her.
She takes a deep breath and just sets it out there, "I want to break up."
There's a long moment where Nate's brow furrows and he just looks utterly confused. She's not sure if he's in shock because she's breaking up with him or if it's because he didn't get to do it first. "You're breaking up with me? Why? What did I do wrong?"
Blair sighs, pulling her hand from his as she shakes her head. "Yes, I'm breaking up with you. I haven't felt right being together for a while. It's nothing you or I did, I just feel like we don't fit together, Nate." She stands and takes a couple steps away from the couch, her book placed on the table delicately before she turns to look at him. "This way, I can be free to find someone I do fit with and you can go after Serena."
Nate's brow furrows even more, his head shaking, "Blair, I don't..."
Her hand raises and cuts him off, "Don't, Nate. It's not hard to see how you look at her, how you have looked at her since we were kids. I'll take the blame of it from our parents." Because she knows both sets won't be happy with this decision, especially once it comes out exactly who she's looking to date instead. "But, we're over."
Nate stands, moving towards Blair. "Blair..."
Blair side steps Nate, shaking her head. "Please, just go, Nate. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind."
Nodding, Nate slumps just a little as he moves towards the elevator, "What about the wedding in a few days? Do you...want to go as friends?" Because he doesn't want to go stag, but he's not worried about him finding a date.
Blair turns and watches him, "No, Nate. No pretending we're still together in front of everyone. I'll go alone if I have to." She doesn't want to tell him she's already looking to con Chuck into dumping the red head she knows he's already lined up as his date so he can take her. No, she wants to give them at least a little time between now and the wedding when she'll show up with the man no one on the Upper East Side will expect her to.
Nate watches her for a long time, almost like he's waiting for her to fidget under his gaze. She doesn't; she stands and watches him back without ever moving except to breath. "Alright." He doesn't say much else before he turns on his heel and leaves.
She turns after Nate leaves and heads to the kitchen, getting some juice and giving him a head start out of the building. Though it's not long before she's grabbing her purse and her sunglasses and heading out for some massive retail therapy.
Blair sat, curled up on the couch facing the elevators as she read and waited for Nate. Chuck had been true to his work this morning, finishing what was started and more; her skin still tingled a little from all the pleasure he'd brought her before he'd gotten a call from his father to come home. He was wonderful, attentive, and he didn't push for her to give him what she knew he wanted which was a little scary and downright the exact opposite from what he's shown the world these last few years. She had to say though, she liked it. It, he, made her smile in a way she hadn't in a long time and it felt good to be that happy.
The elevator dinged, bringing her eyes up as her boyfriend stepped off once the doors opened. The smile he offers doesn't light up his face like it does when he's around Serena, but then Blair's noticed that before. She's noticed a lot of little things, over the course of them growing up together, that has made her doubt whether he's truly wanted to be in this relationship or if it was all because both their parents had pushed them into it. Her head turns up automatically for a kiss when he was close enough and he obliges her with a soft peck. That alone had her comparing the two, but she shouldn't and her head shakes to try and clear the comparison away before she smiles at Nate.
He settles next to her, hand skimming over her curls lightly, "Have fun with Serena last night?"
Her smile grows at the edges as she fights off the blush trying to rise in her cheeks. It's an edge of falseness, of trying too hard that Nate misses; Chuck would never miss it, he'd know right away something is off. "Of course. We went to a club and then back here to sleep off the alcohol," her voice is steady though, sweet even with no trace of what she's about to do or why.
Nate just chuckles softly, "Serena does like going out to party."
Blair's features still, watching him because there's an edge of 'even if you don't normally' to his words she doesn't like. Serena's version of going out to party and Blair's are two completely different things if only because Blair doesn't like having to be brought home while she struggles to get naked on the sidewalk or worse, go home with a stranger when her friend stops looking for only a moment. "She does." Her posture shifts a little, turning a little more towards him but also growing to be just a little more prim and proper, "Listen, Nate. I wanted to talk to you about something."
Nate's brow raises a little, curious as to what has got her so serious and yet doll-like. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Blair." His hand reaches out and takes hers, holding it between both of his like this is something she needs strength to do.
She doesn't, need strength that is. She just needs the right words. Her strength comes from what Chuck gave her this morning and last night, the feeling that she was a treasure to be taken care of and not the girlfriend you have to take around with you. He'd made her feel special in a way Nate really hadn't. "I," she pauses for a moment, looking at their hands together, "I've been thinking about this for a little while and I haven't really known how to talk to you about it." It's not a lie either, while the want to be with Chuck surfaced last night the distance between her and Nate had been growing the last couple years. She'd just ignored it because she thought it'd get better.
"What is it, Blair?" His hands squeeze hers lightly, encouraging her to go on as he watches her.
She takes a deep breath and just sets it out there, "I want to break up."
There's a long moment where Nate's brow furrows and he just looks utterly confused. She's not sure if he's in shock because she's breaking up with him or if it's because he didn't get to do it first. "You're breaking up with me? Why? What did I do wrong?"
Blair sighs, pulling her hand from his as she shakes her head. "Yes, I'm breaking up with you. I haven't felt right being together for a while. It's nothing you or I did, I just feel like we don't fit together, Nate." She stands and takes a couple steps away from the couch, her book placed on the table delicately before she turns to look at him. "This way, I can be free to find someone I do fit with and you can go after Serena."
Nate's brow furrows even more, his head shaking, "Blair, I don't..."
Her hand raises and cuts him off, "Don't, Nate. It's not hard to see how you look at her, how you have looked at her since we were kids. I'll take the blame of it from our parents." Because she knows both sets won't be happy with this decision, especially once it comes out exactly who she's looking to date instead. "But, we're over."
Nate stands, moving towards Blair. "Blair..."
Blair side steps Nate, shaking her head. "Please, just go, Nate. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind."
Nodding, Nate slumps just a little as he moves towards the elevator, "What about the wedding in a few days? Do you...want to go as friends?" Because he doesn't want to go stag, but he's not worried about him finding a date.
Blair turns and watches him, "No, Nate. No pretending we're still together in front of everyone. I'll go alone if I have to." She doesn't want to tell him she's already looking to con Chuck into dumping the red head she knows he's already lined up as his date so he can take her. No, she wants to give them at least a little time between now and the wedding when she'll show up with the man no one on the Upper East Side will expect her to.
Nate watches her for a long time, almost like he's waiting for her to fidget under his gaze. She doesn't; she stands and watches him back without ever moving except to breath. "Alright." He doesn't say much else before he turns on his heel and leaves.
She turns after Nate leaves and heads to the kitchen, getting some juice and giving him a head start out of the building. Though it's not long before she's grabbing her purse and her sunglasses and heading out for some massive retail therapy.
