Blair meets Jenny in a hotel three times a month. At first they sit in the lobby, drinking expensive liquor Jenny can't swallow: Blair smiles at her and gives her information and instructions on how to write it down; Jenny frowns and heckles but ultimately does what Blair wants her to. In august, when the lobby is overrun by tourists, they go up to the room. Blair fucks Jenny with her face against the glass, overlooking the city.
Afterwards she asks, as Blair is getting dressed in front of the bed, "Aren't you married? To a man?"
"What does that have to do with it?"
Jenny shrugs, hands Blair her cigarette. Blair draws twice, releasing the smoke in curlicues. It's been a long time, both the girl and the cigarette.
She doesn't have to be back home before one, so she sits back down on the bed. Jenny gets on her knees to kiss her. She smells like she dresses, tasty and provocative, like she's still in high school.
She leans back down against the pillows. "All those politics," she asks, "doesn't it make you, like, dead inside?"
Blair thinks about all the headlines who called an ice queen, a queen bitch. "No," she says. "It only kills part of you, so the rest learns how to suffer."
Jenny laughs.
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Blair got married at twenty. The Republicans in the House like that; they think it makes her like them, more conservative. They don't trust a woman who doesn't want to play house before she wants to be in office. When asked by old men what she thinks about children, Blair gives a sad smile and says she's considering it, when her life is less chaotic; she wouldn't want to stunt her child's development. Children are what's most important, after all.
Blair got married at twenty. Neither of her parents were at the wedding; instead she got Nate's entire family and a parade of his ex-lovers. Blair didn't mind. She's jealous, but she knows what's hers. Nate is hers. They said their vows under a quaint little canopy and then went to sign their papers. Their friends sang Yale songs; for once, Blair didn't give a speech.
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"You're sleeping with Jenny Humphrey," Nate tells her one night, not exactly accusatory.
Blair looks up from the budget report she was reading. "Yes."
"You didn't tell me."
"It wasn't relevant," Blair says. "She's useful; Gossip Girl is getting a lot of attention and she writes what I want. The sex is just a bonus."
Something uncertain flickers on Nate's face. "Is this about Serena?"
Blair laughs. "No. But I like the irony."
Nate smiles at her and they understand each other again. He frames her face in his hands, kisses her. She bites his lip in retaliation.
"You should bring her around the house sometime," he whispers against her mouth. "For dinner."
Afterwards she asks, as Blair is getting dressed in front of the bed, "Aren't you married? To a man?"
"What does that have to do with it?"
Jenny shrugs, hands Blair her cigarette. Blair draws twice, releasing the smoke in curlicues. It's been a long time, both the girl and the cigarette.
She doesn't have to be back home before one, so she sits back down on the bed. Jenny gets on her knees to kiss her. She smells like she dresses, tasty and provocative, like she's still in high school.
She leans back down against the pillows. "All those politics," she asks, "doesn't it make you, like, dead inside?"
Blair thinks about all the headlines who called an ice queen, a queen bitch. "No," she says. "It only kills part of you, so the rest learns how to suffer."
Jenny laughs.
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Blair got married at twenty. The Republicans in the House like that; they think it makes her like them, more conservative. They don't trust a woman who doesn't want to play house before she wants to be in office. When asked by old men what she thinks about children, Blair gives a sad smile and says she's considering it, when her life is less chaotic; she wouldn't want to stunt her child's development. Children are what's most important, after all.
Blair got married at twenty. Neither of her parents were at the wedding; instead she got Nate's entire family and a parade of his ex-lovers. Blair didn't mind. She's jealous, but she knows what's hers. Nate is hers. They said their vows under a quaint little canopy and then went to sign their papers. Their friends sang Yale songs; for once, Blair didn't give a speech.
-
"You're sleeping with Jenny Humphrey," Nate tells her one night, not exactly accusatory.
Blair looks up from the budget report she was reading. "Yes."
"You didn't tell me."
"It wasn't relevant," Blair says. "She's useful; Gossip Girl is getting a lot of attention and she writes what I want. The sex is just a bonus."
Something uncertain flickers on Nate's face. "Is this about Serena?"
Blair laughs. "No. But I like the irony."
Nate smiles at her and they understand each other again. He frames her face in his hands, kisses her. She bites his lip in retaliation.
"You should bring her around the house sometime," he whispers against her mouth. "For dinner."
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