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B　on　a　train　from　New　Haven　to　Montpelier；　Vermont；　looking　very　out　of　place　in　a　sea　of　multicolored　plaid　flannel。　S　with　three　interchangeable　anorexic　dyed　blond　girls　on　the　red　carpet　for　a　premiere。　V　and　some　friends　from　NYU；　including　a　very　hot　hipster　teaching　assistant；　at　a　film　party　in　Bushwick。　Is　someone　trying　to　get　extra　credit？　D　and　his　little　sister；　J；　splitting　a　plate　of　gooey　chocolate…chip　pancakes　at　one　of　those　horribly　crowded　diners　on　upper　Broadway。　C　and　his　new　horde　of　cowboy　boot–clad　dudes　ordering　Cokes　at　the　lounge　at　Tribeca　Star。　Should　the　hotel　erect　a　hitching　post？

still　breaking　all　the　rules

Technically　you　no　longer　live　under　your　parents’　roof。　You’ve　already　indulged　them　with　Scrabble　and　decorating　gingerbread　men　that　no　one’s　going　to　eat。　Now　it’s　time　to　party。　You　can　always　reform　after　January　1st—that’s　what　New　Year’s　resolutions　are　for。　So　go　out；　have　fun；　and　show　your　former　besties　and　former　flames　just　how　much　better　you’ve　bee。

Besides；　now　that　you　know　I’m　watching；　aren’t　you　just　dying　to　put　on　a　show？　Thought　so。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

all　b　wants　for　christmas

“You　awake；　Scout？”

Blair　Waldorf　awoke　from　a　nap　to　the　sight　of　her　boyfriend；　Pete　Carlson；　gazing　down　at　her。　Pete　smiled　his　adorable；　lopsided　smile。　His　eyes　were　ocean　blue　and　framed　by　strawberry　blond　lashes；　to　match　his　thick；　floppy　head　of　hair。

Blair　threw　the　Black　Watch–plaid　duvet　to　the　foot　of　the　couch　and　discreetly　checked　for　drool　with　her　index　finger。　She　loved　being　woken　up　by　Pete；　especially　when　he　called　her　by　an　adorable　nickname。　Currently；　it　was　Scout；　because　she’d　directed　him　and　his　three　older　brothers　to　the　best　Douglas　fir　Christmas　tree；　deep　in　the　woods　of　the　Carlsons’　expansive　Woodstock；　Vermont；　estate。　Early　this　morning；　they’d　all　opened　presents　underneath　the　magnificent　tree。　Pete　had　given　Blair　a　pair　of　navy　blue…and…tan　North　Face　hiking　boots　with　the　promise　that　he’d　bring　her　on　some　of　his　favorite　trails　when　it　got　warmer。　Blair　had　never　been　one　for　the　great　wide　open；　but　Pete　loved　being　outdoors；　and　suddenly　the　idea　of　sleeping　under　the　stars　with　him　at　her　side　seemed　almost　romantic。

“Of　course　I’m　awake；”　Blair　lied；　sitting　up　and　yawning。　It　was　only　noon；　but　Pete’s　adorable…but…hyper　nieces　and　nephews　had　woken　everyone　up　to　open　presents　at　the　ungodly　hour　of　5　a。m。

“Good。”　Pete　settled　next　to　her　on　the　worn　navy　blue　couch；　tenderly　pushing　Blair’s　long　bangs　off　her　foxlike　face。　Her　hair　was　a　little　shaggier　than　she　liked；　but　she　simply　didn’t　trust　any　of　the　hair　salons　in　dingy　New　Haven。　Besides；　what　were　unkempt　bangs　when　she　was　with　a　guy　who　truly　loved　her？

“Have　any　dreams？　You　were　making　these　little　growls　in　your　sleep。　It　was　cute。”　Pete　pulled　the　woolen　blanket　off　the　floor　and　draped　it　over　their　legs。

“Oh。”　Blair　frowned。　She　was　growling？

In　truth；　she’d　been　having　a　lot　of　weird　dreams　lately。　Last　night；　she’d　woken　up　and　thought　she　was　at　a　sleepover　at　her　old　best　friend　Serena　van　der　Woodsen’s　house；　only　to　find　herself　all　alone　in　the　dark；　regal　guest　bedroom　of　the　Carlsons’　oversize　colonial。

Maybe　it　was　just　homesickness。　After　all；　she　didn’t　have　a　home　in　New　York　anymore；　she　hadn’t　seen　Serena　since　August；　and　no　one　in　her　family　was　even　in　the　U。S。　this　week。　Her　father；　Harold；　was　celebrating　Christmas　in　Provence　with　his　boyfriend；　Giles；　and　their　adopted　twins。　Her　stepbrother；　Aaron；　was　on　a　kibbutz　in　Israel。　Her　mother；　stepfather；　brother；　Tyler；　and　baby　sister；　Yale；　had　moved　to　LA　back　in　August；　to　a　gigantic；　tacky　Pacific　Palisades　mansion　that　they　were　making　even　bigger　and　tackier。　While　the　renovations　were　taking　place；　the　four　were　traveling　in　the　South　Pacific；　visiting　the　islands　that　Eleanor　Rose；　in　a　fit　of　pregnancy…induced　mania　last　spring；　had　bought　for　each　member　of　the　family。　Blair　had　been　somewhat　tempted　to　tag　along；　if　only　to　see　her　baby　sister；　the　least　fucked…up　member　of　her　tragically　absurd　family。

That　was　all　before　she’d　received　the　holiday　card　her　mother　had　sent　out。　CELEBRATE　THE　WALDORF…ROSE　FAMILY’S　HOLIDAY　MERGER　had　been　written　in　gold　script　atop　a　photograph　of　her　bald　stepfather。　Cyrus　Rose　was　dressed　in　a　bright　red　velvet　Santa　suit；　holding　an　elf…costumed　infant　Yale　in　one　hand；　a　menorah　in　the　other。　Celebrating　the　holiday　merger　suddenly　seemed　a　whole　lot　less　appealing。　And　once　she’d　been　invited　to　spend　Christmas　with　the　picture…perfect　Carlsons；　she　felt　it　was　her　duty　as　a　girlfriend　to　go。

“I　was　just　dreaming　about　you。　Us。　I’m　just　so　happy。”　Blair　sighed　contentedly　as　she　gazed　into　the　blaze　roaring　in　the　quaint　brick　fireplace　across　the　room。　Outside；　a　thin　blanket　of　snow　covered　the　ground。

“Me　too。”　Pete　ruffled　her　hair　and　pulled　her　face　into　his　for　a　kiss。

“You　taste　nice；”　Blair　breathed；　letting　her　body　relax　into　Pete’s　muscular　arms。　She　shrugged　off　her　black　Loro　Piana　cashmere　cardigan　so　she　was　wearing　only　her　peach　Cosabella　tank　top。

It　was　funny　how　things　worked　out。　When　she　arrived　at　Yale　four　months　ago；　Blair　discovered　that　her　incessantly　perky　roommate；　Alana　Hoffman；　sang　a　cappella。　All　the　time。　Blair　would　wake　up　to　Alana　singing　“Son　of　a　Preacher　Man”　to　her　collection　of　Gund　teddy　bears。　Avoiding　her　room；　Blair　spent　a　lot　of　time　in　the　library；　where　Pete　was　writing　a　paper　for　his　magical　realism　class。　Blair　hadn’t　been　able　to　so　much　as　look　at　a　guy　ever　since　Nate　Archibald；　her　high　school　boyfriend　and　the　supposed　love　of　her　life；　chose　not　to　e　to　Yale　with　her；　leaving　her　high　and　dry　at　Grand　Central　Station　to　head　to　college　alone。　But　that　day；　spotting　Pete’s　adorably　rugged　stubble；　the　half…smile　he　always　wore；　and　the　intense　concentration　in　his　dark　blue　eyes　as　he　bent　over　his　worn　paperback　book；　Blair　felt　for　the　first　time　that　there　could　be　life　after　Nate。　She　and　Pete　had　exchanged　flirty　glances；　and　finally　he　invited　her　for　coffee。

They’d　been　inseparable　ever　since。　In　fact；　since　Thanks…giving；　Blair　had　been　practically　living　with　Pete—and　his　five　gin…swilling；　athletic　roommates—in　a　fortably　shabby　Chapel　Street　town　house。　At　first；　Blair　had　been　nervous　about　living　with　so　many　guys；　but　she　sort　of　liked　having　instantaneous　brothers；　and　most　of　the　time　being　the　only　girl　in　the　room。　Especially　when　they　gave　her　free　rein　of　the　upstairs　bathroom　and　didn’t　mind　helping　her　with　stats　homework。

It　was　amazing　how　easy　everything　could　be　with　Pete。　For　the　first　time　in　Blair’s　eighteen　years；　her　life　made　sense。　She　loved　her　pre…law　classes；　lived　in　a　house　of　boys　who　adored　her；　had　a　loving；　handsome　boyfriend；　and　had　even　found　a　surrogate　family　in　the　Carlsons。

One　that　didn’t　use　the　word　merger。

For　the　past　few　days；　they’d　spent　every　waking　hour　with　the　family：　Pete’s　former　U。S。　se