Author’s Note: There are a number two reasons to why I am starting this fic. One, I’m in compete writer’s block for “Who We Are Now”, yes that sucks. And two, once my friend download “Boston” by Augustana on my iTunes, I had this massive brainstorming idea to write this. So…enjoy!

P.S: This is roughly based around the TV show and Book series plot, but other than that it’s another AU. I’m sticking to the appearances of the characters on television because well most people (I think) haven’t read the books.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything…except any new characters you might see in here.

Chapter 1

“Blair, sweetheart. Will you please come home?”

Her voice kept ringing inside her head. Stupid mother. Stupid New York. Stupid everything. Blair said to herself. 4:12 in the afternoon and Blair was making her way on flight 173 at Charles de Gaulle in Paris France. Stupid dad as well. That traitor. Ever since her mother had called a few days ago and pleaded her to come home for some big surprise, he was all for it.

Traitor. Traitor. TRAITOR! She had come to France in the first place to escape everything she was trying to leave behind. And now, it was all for nothing. Blair had even tried getting to know and like her father’s gay lover. What else was she to do if she had to find solitude in their home? Her father, strict of education, had told her as long as she was living under his roof; she had to follow his rules. Therefore, she was enrolled into the cream of the crop private school in France.

Over all, life in France was something Blair was finally getting use to. That was, until her stupid mother had to call about returning to stupid New York, not realizing that would mean her daughter would have to face the stupidity of everything.

Blair watched as the plane was to starting up the run way. She screamed in her head “Damn it. No. Stop this damn flight.” while turning around in her seat. But it was too late, the jet was already passed the halfway point on the run way.

Returning to New York wouldn’t be bad. Not. She would never have left it in the first place is it wasn’t bad. It was terrible. She just couldn’t deal with the fact too many things were happening too fast. Sure, she was acting like a 4 year-old by running away from her problems, but she was Blair Waldorf. The girl that was no where near perfection. Not like her “so-called” best friend, Serena Van Der Woodsen.

Serena had everything. EVERYTHING. No matter how hard Blair would try to catch up to her, she would always be two steps in fornt of her. Blair would get an A, Serena would receive an A with a wide grin from the teacher. Blair would finally grow a bra size, only to have Serena perp that she had already grown a couple of months ago. Blair would take her time applying her make-up and Serena only had to step outside and could make any guy fall for her beauty.

Speaking of guys. Ugh. The worst of them all: Nate Archibald. Or should she identify him as “Nathaniel”. Everything about him was just to infuriating to Blair. But it wasn’t always like that. Nate was ‘it’ to her. He was her number one for as long as she could remember. And during that time, Blair thought she was his number one too. Stupid wasn’t it? To believe in such a miracle.

The night sky would be just grime to her, if it weren’t for the way above countless lights of New York City. Blair sighed as the plane was close to landing. And the second the jet touched the runway, she knew that she should have never boarded the flight in the first place. She should have begged harder to her father not to make her come home.

Blair sighed. Once retrieving her only suitcase that she had brought, leaving everything back in the big ‘ol mansion in France. With every step she took to the JFK terminal exit, her heart began racing and her palms became sweating. Blair stopped walked and had the hugest urge to tie her hair up. Which she did in a messy bun.

She stepped into a waiting limo, which her mother had sent for her. Stupid limos. Of course, she would never have considered them stupid. Blair use to spend so much time travelling back in forth in them that she was sure they were her second home. But after attending school in France. She just changed. In so many ways. Emotionally and physically. “I guess being away from home in a year does that to you.” she thought to herself. Completely unaware of a shocked face of a nearby girl as she quickly snapped her photo with her cell phone.

Hey Upper East Siders,

Gossip girl here. And with news that will surely blow your panties off. A certain brunette was spotted exiting JFK Airport. Who you may ask? Why none other than our favourite, former best friend of our ‘it’ girl?

xoxo

Gossip girl

Life on the Upper East Side is never easy. It’s demanding, of always living up to your expectations. It’s hectic, with the things being thrown on you to maintain your reputation. And it’s most likely that hardest job in the world for a sixteen-year old.

Blair knew that she on thin ice even though she hadn’t talked to any one yet. She was on a boundary. Gossip hag would soon find out of her return, and all of Manhattan will know. What would she do here? Go back to school and face the humiliation of running away? Sneak back to France? What ever Blair did, she knew that she had to avoid two certain individuals at all costs.

The limo stopped and before the chauffeur could open her door, Blair got out and watched as the amused driver took out her luggage.

“Thanks.” she murmured, before turning around and facing her penthouse building. No longer her home. Because Blair didn’t have a home. Home was supposed to be a place of sanctuary, peace and love. Three things she didn’t have at the moment.

When flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah.

-Boston

Augustana