A/N: This is my very first chaptered/feature length Gossip Girl fic. I feel bad starting another multi-chap fic right now since I have so many still open, but I'm going to try and work things out. I have another chapter to type. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl.
Guess Who's Back In Town
It was a chance meeting, running into her old beau. She was heading down the sidewalk after her latest shopping respite when she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. She was sure she had been mistaken, because it was impossible that he be there, but she turned anyway. And there he was still heading down the street in the opposite direction; he hadn't seen or recognized her.
After a moment of debating with herself about whether or not she should say something or not, she called out, "Nate?"
He turned around sharply, immediately recognizing the voice, "Blair?"
"What are you doing in New York, Nate?" Blair asked coming to stand in front of him. "The last I heard you had transferred to USC and moved to California after a terrible year at Dartmouth."
"I did, I did." Nate nodded, "But I graduated and I missed New York…so here I am."
"Wow. Nathaniel Archibald back in New York. If Gossip Girl was still up and running, it would so have a field day with this." Blair smiled.
Nate laughed, "Man, I haven't heard that in years. Gossip Girl. We really let that site control us back in high school, didn't we?"
"Yeah, I guess we did." Blair pursed her lips. She was reminded suddenly of why she hadn't spoke to Nate in nearly six years. Why after high school she had pretty much lost touch with everyone except Serena.
"A lot of things would have been different if Gossip Girl hadn't existed." Nate responded, smiling weakly. "Are you free this evening? I have an errand to run right now, but I'd like to catch up some more. Maybe over dinner?"
"I—" Blair hesitated. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fall back into this old routine. She had grown during her time at Yale. She was stronger, she was different. But standing there in front of Nate, she felt like the little girl that had fallen in love with him after over again.
Nate groaned, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…You're probably seeing someone. You probably don't have time to have dinner with me. I'm sorry…It was great seeing you. I'm going to go."
"Nate!" Blair exclaimed, catching him before he turned to go. She laughed lightly and smiled, "I'm not seeing anyone." She shook her head, "I would love to go to dinner with you."
"Yeah?" Nate asked, when she nodded in confirmation he added, "Great."
They made plans to meet at a restaurant at eight 'o' clock. Then with a quick hug, Nate was turning and heading on his way. Blair watched him disappear down the street for a moment before she forced herself to go her own way. A thought had crossed her mind that had kept her frown in place. It occurred to her that this could be her chance to actually gain that happily ever after, she had planned all her life, with Nate.
Blair spent a considerable amount of the time she had before she was to meet Nate in front of her closet. It was filled to the brim with all of the top designers' latest lines, but as she looked over her collection nothing seemed appropriate fore her situation. Finally, when she could waste no more time on her outfit, she put together something decent looking and moved on to do her hair and make up. When she was finished, she observed herself in her mirror. Her nerves were undoing her, and she contemplated changing her attire once again. But she was out of time, so she grabbed her purse and headed out her door.
A short cab ride later and Blair was standing outside the agreed upon restaurant. She stood on the sidewalk, staring at the front doors, for a long time. Just as she was about to turn around, hail a cab and return home—so nervous that she didn't want to risk what might happen if she met with Nate—he jogged up beside her.
"Blair. Sorry I'm late." Nate replied, slightly out of breath. "My errand ran longer than I expected."
"It's no problem." Blair responded, her nerves suddenly drying up now that Nate was there. She was doing the right thing, she kept telling herself. "I haven't been here that long."
Nate nodded, "Great. Shall we get a table?"
Blair smiled. "Let's."
"You look amazing tonight, Blair." Nate complimented as she took his arm and they headed through the doors.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."
Once they were seated, Nate ordered them a bottle of champagne. They were quiet as they browsed the menu and waited for the champagne. When the waiter returned he poured them each a glass and took their orders. Once he was gone, they were free to speak to each other. Still, they remained silent, both reaching for their glasses at the same time.
Blair wanted to speak up, but she didn't know what to say. She felt embarrassed that she knew nothing about him anymore. She hadn't really spoken to him since high school. She didn't know how life in California was, she didn't know what he majored in, she didn't even know what his favorite movie was anymore. The sad thing was, she almost resented him for that.
It was Nate that finally broke the silence, "So, how was Yale?"
Blair smiled, more at ease when she could talk about herself. "It was amazing, everything I expected it to be."
"That's good to hear." Nate responded. "Being at your dream school, everything going perfectly."
"I'm guessing Dartmouth lived up to your standards, being your father's first choice and all." Blair said.
"It was terrible." Nate shook his head. "I was constantly aware of the fact that it wasn't where I wanted to be."
"Is that what finally allowed you to stand up to your parents?" Blair asked.
"To tell you the truth, I sent in my transfer application without them knowing. I didn't actually tell them until I had been accepted and had half my things packed." Nate answered. "They threatened not to pay for my tuition, but once I booked the flight and arranged for all my stuff to be shipped out they realized I wasn't going to change my mind and relented."
"USC was great for you though?"
"Amazing." Nate said. "What have you been up to lately, Blair?"
"I was working for my mother for awhile, but you can imagine what a nightmare that would be." Blair replied, rolling her eyes slightly. "But now that I've learned the ins and outs of the fashion industry, I'm working on my own line. Dear old mom has even offered to invest in it as an offset of her company."
"Wow. Blair Waldorf." Nate sighed, "You have your entire life falling into place."
"Yours isn't?" Blair frowned.
"I've had a couple job offers, but there are a few things I need to get in order before I make that kind of career decision." Nate explained.
"Getting your priorities in order, it's understandable."
They continued to talk even after their food arrived. By the time they were done eating and had emptied a good amount of the champagne bottle, Blair felt she knew everything about Nate that she had missed out on. They were so comfortable with each other, that it seemed all indiscretions had been forgiven, or at least forgotten. When they were finished, and Nate had paid and left a generous tip, they shared a cab. Nate had held open her door for her like a gentleman and when the cab pulled up in front of her building he helped her out. After a quick goodnight and a chaste hug, Nate was back in the cab and on his way home.
Blair had rushed up to her apartment as soon as the cab had disappeared around the corner. Once her door was closed behind her, she let out a loud squeal of excitement and jumped up and down. She was not one to lose her composure often, but she allowed herself this one moment of freedom to celebrate what could be really good for her.
Blair took a deep breath and calmed herself down before fishing her cell phone out of her purse and dialing a familiar number, "Come on Serena, pick up, pick up."
"Hey B, what's up?"
"Serena, you will never guess who I was just with?" Blair instantly blurted out.
"You sound excited, so I'm guessing it's not your mother." Serena responded, "Just tell me."
"Nate." Blair answered simply.
"Nate? Nate as in Nathaniel Archibald?" Serena questioned, "I thought he was in California?"
"He was. He just moved back into town."
"I thought you hadn't spoken to him in years?" Serena replied, "How did this go so well after what happened?"
"I don't know. It was like none of it had ever happened. Like we had gone back to when everything was good." Blair said dreamily. "We had dinner tonight and it was perfect."
"You two have a history together. You have to remember that you can't ignore the past."
"Why not? If he doesn't want to dredge up any of it, why should I?" Blair frowned.
"Because if you try to move forward without it, eventually it will catch up to you." Serena explained. "I'm not saying not to go for it. If you're getting back together, I'm happy for you. Just be careful B."
"I will. Besides we're taking it slow. There's no reason to rush into things." Blair agreed.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, before Serena spoke up again. "I have some news for you Blair. Nate's not the only one who's back in town."
"What? Is Lonely Boy trying to crawl back into your life? I figured he would some—"
"It's not Dan. I tried to tell you, he's with Vanessa now. They're happy, and I'm happy for them." Serena corrected. "We ended on mutual terms remember?"
"Well if it's not Dan, then who is it?" Blair asked.
"Eric and I were at my mom's and Bart's for dinner tonight…" Serena began.
"No." Blair cut her off. "No, no, no."
"Yes. We had an unexpected addition to the dinner party." Serena continued. "He's moving back, Blair. Bart is stepping down and handing the company over to him."
"This is not good." Blair reached up a hand to rub her temple. "This is not good at all."
"I'm not thrilled about him being around all the time either. But you two used to be friends, I'm sure you can work it out." Serena started.
"He is what broke me and Nate up!" Blair snapped. "If we are going to get back what we had, Chuck Bass cannot be in the picture."
"I don't think there's much we can do about that." Serena said quietly, not wanting Blair to get any more upset.
Blair sighed, "I know. Thanks for the heads up S. I'll talk to you later."
Blair hung up the phone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew what she said about Chuck hadn't been completely true. She and Nate had other problems before she started sleeping with Chuck. But it was so much easier to blame him. Especially after spending an entire night feeling as if all that drama back in high school had never happened. Chuck being back in town was just a sick reminder of all her mistakes. Blair opened her eyes back up. She decided it didn't matter, he didn't matter. She would work things out with Nate, she was certain.