GOSSIP GIRL: Chasing Butterflies [4/12]
Title: Chasing Butterflies
Chapter: 4/12
Author: ladyknight_fic
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters: Mia Waldorf-Bass, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf
Pairing: OC/OC, Chuck/Blair
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: T
Summary: After 19 years of marriage, Chuck and Blair are bitter and angry. So for their 20th anniversary, their daughter Mia sets out to get them the perfect gift: each other.
Spoilers: through Seasons 1 to 2x13
Warning(s): none
Word Count (per chapter): 2464
Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with the Gossip Girl books or TV series. I only own Mia Waldorf-Bass, Jack Humphrey, Ella Humphrey and Katie Archibald. The rest of the characters are the property of the CW Network and I am not profiting from their use in any way.
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Chapter Four: Birthday Wishes
In the twenty-four hours since the disastrous party at Victrola, Mia had given up her plan, recommitted, given up and then recommitted again. All the going back and forth had resulted in an almost constant pain in her temples and behind her eyes, but she persevered. If everything went according to plan, she'd never have to hear her parents argue again…well, not much anyway. They were Chuck and Blair, after all.
And so, Mia found herself the next night, back in Blair's bedroom, this time digging through her jewelery chest for a particular set of earrings for her mother to wear to her birthday celebration (thrown by Serena, and a tradition from their youth). The earrings in question were supposed to be white gold aquamarine studs. The fact that Blair seemed to have an endless number of aquamarines and miles of white gold didn't seem to matter to her when she set her daughter the task of finding said jewelery.
Mia could hear Blair in her closet, mumbling to herself and dressing. She seemed quite calm for a woman who had caught her husband with another woman just the day before.
Mia herself was not calm. She was frantic. Mentally, anyway.
Having spent the whole day battling with herself about whether or not the plan should go ahead, she now found herself with little (read: no) idea how to set her parents up for the night.
She snapped the chest compartment that she had been rifling through shut and moved down to the next one. This was ridiculous. One woman could not possibly wear so many pieces of jewelery. Where did she put them all?
Her fingers closed around the ornate handle and she pulled. The drawer stuck and the chest scooted towards her across the table. Mia sighed and braced her other hand on top of the box. She wiggled the drawer around in its slot for a moment, gave a sharp tug and the drawer slid out jerkily.
Mia frowned. The drawer was empty…except for the shallow, black box sitting in the bottom. She turned and looked over her shoulder towards her mother's closet. She had yet to make an appearance, but Mia could still hear her. Maybe she'd decided on a different dress.
She turned back to the box and her hand hovered over the top of it, undecided. Finally, Mia reached in and pulled the box out. It was light, and Mia wondered for a moment if it was simply empty, and that that was why it seemed to have been abandoned.
Mia flipped open the lid, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace, sitting on a pillow of pink velvet. Her eyes traveled along the chain, stopping momentarily at each ornament, until she reached the heart shaped pendant in the centre. Gently, she smoothed a finger down its length.
She remembered this necklace from her youth. Her mother would always wear it for special occasions. Mia had loved it and had been delighted when Blair told that it would be hers one day…in the very distant future. But then the necklace had stopped appearing and Mia had forgotten about it. Why had her mother hidden it away?
"Mia? Mia. Did you find the earrings?"
She felt Blair at her back, and turned to see her standing just behind her in a cobolt blue gown. The bodice had an empire waistline and a layered bow; the bottom flared out at the bottom into a flowing, flyaway skirt.
Blair didn't wait to hear Mia's answer. Her gaze moved down to the box open in her hands and she drew back slightly.
"The Erickson Beamon necklace…" Blair breathed and went pale. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she stared at the diamonds, seeing something in her mind that Mia obviously couldn't.
They stood in silence for a minute, before Blair shook whatever thoughts she had from her head. She reached over, snapped the cover back over the necklace and pulled the box out of Mia's hands. She moved around Mia and set the box on her vanity gently, almost reverently. Then she reached into her jewellery chest, opened one of the top drawers (which Mia was certain she'd already searched) and immediately pulled out the sapphire and diamond earrings.
As Blair clipped the earrings into her ears, Mia said, "The necklace is beautiful, Mother."
"Mmm."
"Will you put it on, please?"
"No, Mia."
"Please? You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. I just want to see how it looks on you. It's been so long since you've worn it. I don't remember."
Blair met Mia's eyes in the mirror and then sighed. She sat on the stool in front of the table and opened the box, lifting the necklace out gently. Mia helped her fasten the clasp and watched as Blair smoothed a hand over the jewels.
They both stared in silence and Blair sighed again, this time sadly.
"Where did you get it?" Mia asked.
"It was a gift for my seventeenth birthday."
"Really? From who?"
When Blair didn't reply, Mia thought she was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard her, but then Blair said softly, "Just…just a boy I used to know."
"What happened to him?"
Blair's eyes glistened with tears. "I don't know. He went away."
Mia lowered her gaze to the floor. Her mother sounded so sad, so she wrapped her arms around Blair's shoulders and hugged her gently. Blair's hand came up to grab hers for a long moment, and then she sniffed and blinked her eyes to rid them of the moisture gathered there.
"You think the necklace looks good with the dress?"
Mia nodded once and Blair forced a bright smile on to her face. "Then I'll wear it tonight, but just for you."
- - -
Mia had never understood why her mother felt the need to celebrate her birthday the night before, just so she could be awake when the clock struck midnight. Mia would much rather have preferred sleeping it in, if only because she wouldn't have to walk around on her birthday with bags under her eyes.
But this was how Blair Waldorf did things, and Serena kept the tradition. This was why Mia later found herself in a room full of adults whose names she'd only ever seen in the society pages, with only Jack, Ella and Katie for company.
An older woman (who'd definitely had too much botox, or so Mia thought) stepped delicately in front of them, looking them up and down.
"Aren't you a little young to be here? How did you even get in? Don't you know this is Blair Waldorf-Bass's birthday celebration? It's invitation only."
Mia exchanged glances with Jack over her champagne glass. "Is it really? Did you know that, Jack? Invitation only."
Jack's face was smooth and impartial. "No, I wasn't aware."
"Oh, well that is a shame," Mia said, and turned to face the woman. Mia was a few inches shorter, but somehow still managed to look down her nose at the woman's superior gaze. "I mean, being Blair Waldorf-Bass's daughter and only child, you'd think I'd be entitled to an invitation, at the very least."
The woman's face fell and Ella choked on her drink as she laughed. She turned to hide her red face in Jack's shoulder as the woman tried to stutter a reply.
Mia sighed and waved her hand at the woman. "Just go." She turned away to face her friends, effectively dismissing the woman.
"Mia," said Katie, as she rubbed Ella's back, "that wasn't very nice."
Mia shrugged. "Who cares? She wasn't 'very nice' to me either."
"What about respecting your elders?"
"If she wants to be considered an 'elder' she should try looking like one."
Jack smiled. "Yeah, but maybe now she'll have more success with that. I'm sure you unfroze her face."
An answering smile slipped on to Mia's face and she waved her empty glass in the air. "I'm going to get another drink. Don't disappear, okay?"
The others nodded and Mia walked away. The woman had vanished, but other people she walked around stared at her in confusion, trying to place her. Mia was constantly surprised that people forgot Blair had a child, especially because they apparently looked so much alike. Maybe there was more Chuck in her than she thought.
And speaking of…Mia stopped behind a pillar a short distance from where her parents were attempting to talk in hushed tones. The talking was fine; it was the hushed tones they seemed to be having trouble with. Thankfully, everyone around them (apart from Mia, of course, who neither Chuck nor Blair had noticed) seemed to be too busy to listen in.
"No, Chuck, you're not allowed to ruin my birthday."
"But you're wearing the necklace! No one has seen that thing in years!"
Mia started. The boy had been her father? She probably should have figured that one out on her own, but there was something strange about thinking of her seventeen year old father presenting her mother with a ten thousand dollar necklace.
"I'm not wearing it for you! Mia found it and wanted to see what it looked like."
"Blair-" He grabbed her arm, but she wrenched it out of his grasp.
"No. Enough of this. You should make the most of what's left of the night. This is the last of my birthday's that I'll spend as your wife."
"What?"
"Oh," Blair said and gave a fake little laugh, "I'm sorry, didn't I tell you? I'm filing for divorce."
Mia leaned against the pillar to prop herself up. Hearing her mother say the words made everything so much more real, the plan so much more crucial. She couldn't believe she'd even considered dropping it.
Chuck didn't even attempt to mask the look of horror that came to his face. "Divorce? You can't do that."
Blair straightened her spine. "Of course I can. I've had enough."
She turned and took just one step away, before Chuck grabbed her arm again and dragged her back around to face him.
"You said you'd always be here. I know I was drunk, but isn't that what you said? 'I don't want you going anywhere' were your words, but here you are, leaving, giving up."
Blair's shoulders slumped and her voice softened. Mia had to lean forward to hear her next words. "Maybe I am, but we can't go on like this. You give me no choice."
"Blair? Blair!" Serena's voice cut through the room. "B, it's midnight! You have to blow out your birthday candles and cut the cake."
Blair and Chuck continued to stare at each other, as if they hadn't heard Serena's voice. Then, Chuck leaned forward and kissed Blair's cheek. "Happy birthday, B."
She nodded. "Thank you." She turned away, and this time, Chuck let her go.
When Chuck moved off, Mia stayed where she was, propped against the pillar. This was bad; worse than she'd originally thought. She knew they still loved each other, was now absolutely certain of it, but Blair couldn't see that. She was determined.
Mia pushed herself up just as Jack came up to her and took her elbow in his hand. "Here you are. What happened to you?" He shook his head and tugged her arm to make her follow him when she opened her mouth to reply. "It doesn't matter. Blair's waiting. She won't cut the cake without you."
He stopped his pulling when she stumbled. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Was someone bothering you? Tell me who it was. I'll punch them."
Mia's laugh was tiny. "No, it's not that. It's just…this plan has to work, Jack, it just has to, no matter what."
He frowned at her and then squeezed her elbow. "It'll work, M. Don't worry so much."
Mia shook her head. "You don't believe that."
Jack sighed and rubbed a cheek with his free hand. "Look, we can't discuss this now. Your mom is waiting."
He pulled her through the crowd and this time, she followed smoothly. They reached the people that made up Blair's inner circle and, just before Jack pushed her up beside her mother, he turned her towards him.
"Try and smile, okay? If your mother can plaster a smile on her face, you certainly can."
Mia nodded quickly and fixed a smile on her face as she stepped up beside Blair. Chuck stood on Blair's other side.
Blair turned towards her and smoothed a hand over Mia's hair. "There you are. Everything all right?"
Mia nodded and stretched her smile wider. "Sure, everything's fine. Now, blow out your candles, and don't forget to make a wish. Everyone's waiting."
Blair studied the layered confectionary in front of her for a long moment, and then glanced from the cake, to Chuck, and back to the cake. She closed her eyes tight and breathed in. In one breath, she extinguished all the candles.
Around the little family, guests and friends clapped and cheered. Only Jack, who met Mia's eyes across the table, seemed to notice how fake their smiles were, or how sad and alone the three of them looked.
Later that night, or early in the morning, depending on how one looked at it, Mia sat alone in front of her mirror. She drew her earrings out of her ears and pulled her headband (hot pink with a large white bow on the side) out of her hair.
The night hadn't been a total disaster. Of course, it hadn't been great either, but definitely an improvement on the previous Waldorf-Bass outing.
Mia sighed and began pulling her hair pins out just as a quiet knock sounded on her door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Blair looked in. "Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay before I go to bed. You haven't been looking like yourself lately."
Mia gave a small smile. "I'm fine, just tired. School, you know."
Blair nodded. "Yes, senior year. Not the easiest. The holidays will give you a chance to rest." She sighed. "Goodnight, Mia. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, and happy birthday."
Blair smiled and turned to leave the room.
As Mia watched her go, she was struck by the image of her mother concentrating hard over her birthday wish and was hit with a surge of curiosity.
"Mom?"
Blair paused as she shut the door and looked back at her daughter. "Yes?"
Mia hesitated, but then forged ahead. "What did you wish for?"
Blair was quiet, twisting the door knob in her hand. "It probably won't happen, but if I tell you, then it really won't come true. If I tell you, there'll be no hope." She smiled gently and pulled the door shut behind her.
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Now playing: The Cast of Glee - Anyway You Want It / Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'
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Chapter: 4/12
Author: ladyknight_fic
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Characters: Mia Waldorf-Bass, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf
Pairing: OC/OC, Chuck/Blair
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: T
Summary: After 19 years of marriage, Chuck and Blair are bitter and angry. So for their 20th anniversary, their daughter Mia sets out to get them the perfect gift: each other.
Spoilers: through Seasons 1 to 2x13
Warning(s): none
Word Count (per chapter): 2464
Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with the Gossip Girl books or TV series. I only own Mia Waldorf-Bass, Jack Humphrey, Ella Humphrey and Katie Archibald. The rest of the characters are the property of the CW Network and I am not profiting from their use in any way.
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Chapter Four: Birthday Wishes
In the twenty-four hours since the disastrous party at Victrola, Mia had given up her plan, recommitted, given up and then recommitted again. All the going back and forth had resulted in an almost constant pain in her temples and behind her eyes, but she persevered. If everything went according to plan, she'd never have to hear her parents argue again…well, not much anyway. They were Chuck and Blair, after all.
And so, Mia found herself the next night, back in Blair's bedroom, this time digging through her jewelery chest for a particular set of earrings for her mother to wear to her birthday celebration (thrown by Serena, and a tradition from their youth). The earrings in question were supposed to be white gold aquamarine studs. The fact that Blair seemed to have an endless number of aquamarines and miles of white gold didn't seem to matter to her when she set her daughter the task of finding said jewelery.
Mia could hear Blair in her closet, mumbling to herself and dressing. She seemed quite calm for a woman who had caught her husband with another woman just the day before.
Mia herself was not calm. She was frantic. Mentally, anyway.
Having spent the whole day battling with herself about whether or not the plan should go ahead, she now found herself with little (read: no) idea how to set her parents up for the night.
She snapped the chest compartment that she had been rifling through shut and moved down to the next one. This was ridiculous. One woman could not possibly wear so many pieces of jewelery. Where did she put them all?
Her fingers closed around the ornate handle and she pulled. The drawer stuck and the chest scooted towards her across the table. Mia sighed and braced her other hand on top of the box. She wiggled the drawer around in its slot for a moment, gave a sharp tug and the drawer slid out jerkily.
Mia frowned. The drawer was empty…except for the shallow, black box sitting in the bottom. She turned and looked over her shoulder towards her mother's closet. She had yet to make an appearance, but Mia could still hear her. Maybe she'd decided on a different dress.
She turned back to the box and her hand hovered over the top of it, undecided. Finally, Mia reached in and pulled the box out. It was light, and Mia wondered for a moment if it was simply empty, and that that was why it seemed to have been abandoned.
Mia flipped open the lid, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace, sitting on a pillow of pink velvet. Her eyes traveled along the chain, stopping momentarily at each ornament, until she reached the heart shaped pendant in the centre. Gently, she smoothed a finger down its length.
She remembered this necklace from her youth. Her mother would always wear it for special occasions. Mia had loved it and had been delighted when Blair told that it would be hers one day…in the very distant future. But then the necklace had stopped appearing and Mia had forgotten about it. Why had her mother hidden it away?
"Mia? Mia. Did you find the earrings?"
She felt Blair at her back, and turned to see her standing just behind her in a cobolt blue gown. The bodice had an empire waistline and a layered bow; the bottom flared out at the bottom into a flowing, flyaway skirt.
Blair didn't wait to hear Mia's answer. Her gaze moved down to the box open in her hands and she drew back slightly.
"The Erickson Beamon necklace…" Blair breathed and went pale. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she stared at the diamonds, seeing something in her mind that Mia obviously couldn't.
They stood in silence for a minute, before Blair shook whatever thoughts she had from her head. She reached over, snapped the cover back over the necklace and pulled the box out of Mia's hands. She moved around Mia and set the box on her vanity gently, almost reverently. Then she reached into her jewellery chest, opened one of the top drawers (which Mia was certain she'd already searched) and immediately pulled out the sapphire and diamond earrings.
As Blair clipped the earrings into her ears, Mia said, "The necklace is beautiful, Mother."
"Mmm."
"Will you put it on, please?"
"No, Mia."
"Please? You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. I just want to see how it looks on you. It's been so long since you've worn it. I don't remember."
Blair met Mia's eyes in the mirror and then sighed. She sat on the stool in front of the table and opened the box, lifting the necklace out gently. Mia helped her fasten the clasp and watched as Blair smoothed a hand over the jewels.
They both stared in silence and Blair sighed again, this time sadly.
"Where did you get it?" Mia asked.
"It was a gift for my seventeenth birthday."
"Really? From who?"
When Blair didn't reply, Mia thought she was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard her, but then Blair said softly, "Just…just a boy I used to know."
"What happened to him?"
Blair's eyes glistened with tears. "I don't know. He went away."
Mia lowered her gaze to the floor. Her mother sounded so sad, so she wrapped her arms around Blair's shoulders and hugged her gently. Blair's hand came up to grab hers for a long moment, and then she sniffed and blinked her eyes to rid them of the moisture gathered there.
"You think the necklace looks good with the dress?"
Mia nodded once and Blair forced a bright smile on to her face. "Then I'll wear it tonight, but just for you."
- - -
Mia had never understood why her mother felt the need to celebrate her birthday the night before, just so she could be awake when the clock struck midnight. Mia would much rather have preferred sleeping it in, if only because she wouldn't have to walk around on her birthday with bags under her eyes.
But this was how Blair Waldorf did things, and Serena kept the tradition. This was why Mia later found herself in a room full of adults whose names she'd only ever seen in the society pages, with only Jack, Ella and Katie for company.
An older woman (who'd definitely had too much botox, or so Mia thought) stepped delicately in front of them, looking them up and down.
"Aren't you a little young to be here? How did you even get in? Don't you know this is Blair Waldorf-Bass's birthday celebration? It's invitation only."
Mia exchanged glances with Jack over her champagne glass. "Is it really? Did you know that, Jack? Invitation only."
Jack's face was smooth and impartial. "No, I wasn't aware."
"Oh, well that is a shame," Mia said, and turned to face the woman. Mia was a few inches shorter, but somehow still managed to look down her nose at the woman's superior gaze. "I mean, being Blair Waldorf-Bass's daughter and only child, you'd think I'd be entitled to an invitation, at the very least."
The woman's face fell and Ella choked on her drink as she laughed. She turned to hide her red face in Jack's shoulder as the woman tried to stutter a reply.
Mia sighed and waved her hand at the woman. "Just go." She turned away to face her friends, effectively dismissing the woman.
"Mia," said Katie, as she rubbed Ella's back, "that wasn't very nice."
Mia shrugged. "Who cares? She wasn't 'very nice' to me either."
"What about respecting your elders?"
"If she wants to be considered an 'elder' she should try looking like one."
Jack smiled. "Yeah, but maybe now she'll have more success with that. I'm sure you unfroze her face."
An answering smile slipped on to Mia's face and she waved her empty glass in the air. "I'm going to get another drink. Don't disappear, okay?"
The others nodded and Mia walked away. The woman had vanished, but other people she walked around stared at her in confusion, trying to place her. Mia was constantly surprised that people forgot Blair had a child, especially because they apparently looked so much alike. Maybe there was more Chuck in her than she thought.
And speaking of…Mia stopped behind a pillar a short distance from where her parents were attempting to talk in hushed tones. The talking was fine; it was the hushed tones they seemed to be having trouble with. Thankfully, everyone around them (apart from Mia, of course, who neither Chuck nor Blair had noticed) seemed to be too busy to listen in.
"No, Chuck, you're not allowed to ruin my birthday."
"But you're wearing the necklace! No one has seen that thing in years!"
Mia started. The boy had been her father? She probably should have figured that one out on her own, but there was something strange about thinking of her seventeen year old father presenting her mother with a ten thousand dollar necklace.
"I'm not wearing it for you! Mia found it and wanted to see what it looked like."
"Blair-" He grabbed her arm, but she wrenched it out of his grasp.
"No. Enough of this. You should make the most of what's left of the night. This is the last of my birthday's that I'll spend as your wife."
"What?"
"Oh," Blair said and gave a fake little laugh, "I'm sorry, didn't I tell you? I'm filing for divorce."
Mia leaned against the pillar to prop herself up. Hearing her mother say the words made everything so much more real, the plan so much more crucial. She couldn't believe she'd even considered dropping it.
Chuck didn't even attempt to mask the look of horror that came to his face. "Divorce? You can't do that."
Blair straightened her spine. "Of course I can. I've had enough."
She turned and took just one step away, before Chuck grabbed her arm again and dragged her back around to face him.
"You said you'd always be here. I know I was drunk, but isn't that what you said? 'I don't want you going anywhere' were your words, but here you are, leaving, giving up."
Blair's shoulders slumped and her voice softened. Mia had to lean forward to hear her next words. "Maybe I am, but we can't go on like this. You give me no choice."
"Blair? Blair!" Serena's voice cut through the room. "B, it's midnight! You have to blow out your birthday candles and cut the cake."
Blair and Chuck continued to stare at each other, as if they hadn't heard Serena's voice. Then, Chuck leaned forward and kissed Blair's cheek. "Happy birthday, B."
She nodded. "Thank you." She turned away, and this time, Chuck let her go.
When Chuck moved off, Mia stayed where she was, propped against the pillar. This was bad; worse than she'd originally thought. She knew they still loved each other, was now absolutely certain of it, but Blair couldn't see that. She was determined.
Mia pushed herself up just as Jack came up to her and took her elbow in his hand. "Here you are. What happened to you?" He shook his head and tugged her arm to make her follow him when she opened her mouth to reply. "It doesn't matter. Blair's waiting. She won't cut the cake without you."
He stopped his pulling when she stumbled. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Was someone bothering you? Tell me who it was. I'll punch them."
Mia's laugh was tiny. "No, it's not that. It's just…this plan has to work, Jack, it just has to, no matter what."
He frowned at her and then squeezed her elbow. "It'll work, M. Don't worry so much."
Mia shook her head. "You don't believe that."
Jack sighed and rubbed a cheek with his free hand. "Look, we can't discuss this now. Your mom is waiting."
He pulled her through the crowd and this time, she followed smoothly. They reached the people that made up Blair's inner circle and, just before Jack pushed her up beside her mother, he turned her towards him.
"Try and smile, okay? If your mother can plaster a smile on her face, you certainly can."
Mia nodded quickly and fixed a smile on her face as she stepped up beside Blair. Chuck stood on Blair's other side.
Blair turned towards her and smoothed a hand over Mia's hair. "There you are. Everything all right?"
Mia nodded and stretched her smile wider. "Sure, everything's fine. Now, blow out your candles, and don't forget to make a wish. Everyone's waiting."
Blair studied the layered confectionary in front of her for a long moment, and then glanced from the cake, to Chuck, and back to the cake. She closed her eyes tight and breathed in. In one breath, she extinguished all the candles.
Around the little family, guests and friends clapped and cheered. Only Jack, who met Mia's eyes across the table, seemed to notice how fake their smiles were, or how sad and alone the three of them looked.
Later that night, or early in the morning, depending on how one looked at it, Mia sat alone in front of her mirror. She drew her earrings out of her ears and pulled her headband (hot pink with a large white bow on the side) out of her hair.
The night hadn't been a total disaster. Of course, it hadn't been great either, but definitely an improvement on the previous Waldorf-Bass outing.
Mia sighed and began pulling her hair pins out just as a quiet knock sounded on her door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Blair looked in. "Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay before I go to bed. You haven't been looking like yourself lately."
Mia gave a small smile. "I'm fine, just tired. School, you know."
Blair nodded. "Yes, senior year. Not the easiest. The holidays will give you a chance to rest." She sighed. "Goodnight, Mia. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, and happy birthday."
Blair smiled and turned to leave the room.
As Mia watched her go, she was struck by the image of her mother concentrating hard over her birthday wish and was hit with a surge of curiosity.
"Mom?"
Blair paused as she shut the door and looked back at her daughter. "Yes?"
Mia hesitated, but then forged ahead. "What did you wish for?"
Blair was quiet, twisting the door knob in her hand. "It probably won't happen, but if I tell you, then it really won't come true. If I tell you, there'll be no hope." She smiled gently and pulled the door shut behind her.
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< CH. 3 | CH. 5 >
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Now playing: The Cast of Glee - Anyway You Want It / Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'
via FoxyTunes