Title: Silent Knight
Rated: PG-13 and a half

Pairing: still not over S and B
Disclaimer: Blair is a perv but I never owned her...tsk
Summary: Something PG for the kids... Ahhh winter...

Blair Waldorf feels like a dirty old man, looking up as the length of Serena's endless legs disappear beneath the quiet darkness of her white lacrosse skirt. The smooth expanse folds and Blair suddenly finds Serena's face close to hers, pure concern etched across it.

"B, are you okay?" Then adds in a lower volume, "I'm so gonna get that Kirsten later."

"You better." Blair hisses as Serena helps her to her feet. Her pristine custom Diadora pleated skirt is now mapped with specks of earth and grass. This makes Blair a teeny bit peevish.

The Waldorf smile, a cross between a snarl and a grin, appears back on her face moments later. Serena swipes Kirsten off her feet in one fluid swing. It's almost gentle.

This will be news. Blair can hear them now.

Kirsten: "I was swiped by Serena van der Woodsen."

(collective gasp here)

K: "I know, how could I be so lucky, right?"

(collective sighs here)

"Thank you." New York is still bathed in twinkling December lights. But these lights dim in comparison to the brightness of Blair Waldorf's eyes as her gaze falls on Serena van der Woodsen.

"You better get use to it. I plan on spoiling us this year." Arms loaded to the hilt with boutique bags, the girls enjoy a short walk down the SoHO. Recently, Danless Serena needs all the fresh air she can get.

"These are great and thank you for them too." Blair holds up the packages for a moment. "But I wasn't talking about the Manolos." Or the Balenciagas, the Pradas, the Ferragamos, nor the other Italian fashion houses that she worships.

Serena stops walking to stare incredulously at Blair. "Not about the Manolos? Did I unwittingly discover the cure for AIDS then?" Blair scoffs and rolls her eyes at her best-slash-something-else-friend's teasing. "It's about the thing with Kirsten." Serena waves one bag laden hand and makes dismissing sounds. Catching the blonde's hand, Blair continues, "No, really. And for all of the things you did for me." A healthy blush creeps to her face that's got nothing to do with the cold winter air.

"S, I wanna say…" Blair clears her suddenly dry throat.

"…that I…" God, why is it so hard.

"I…I appreciate you."

It's Serena's turn to redden. For a moment or two times stops, everything stops and all that remains is Serena, Blair, and the words that are afraid to come out.

Finally, Serena leans in to whisper in Blair's ear. "It's okay, B. I love you too." The words wrap beautifully around Serena's tongue. She decides she's gonna say them often but only to Blair.

To the world they are just two girls sharing a secret on the New York sidewalk. That's exactly what they are, two girls sharing a secret.

Spotted: Lonely Boy and S having quite a heated chat. So heated, that our poor little poor Lonely Boy left in a huff while S was left looking bothered or stressed or something.

"Humphrey!" The voice, at first, doesn't register to Dan's memory.

"Hey Daniel Humphrey!" Then, there's no mistaking it.

"Hello Blair." Dan turns to face…

"I want to rip your eyes out right now." …yup, the full Waldorf wrath. "You're only spared coz my manicure's fresh."

A passive Blair's pretty scary. An angry Blair's decidedly terrifying.

"You don't go near Serena again, understand? One wrong move, Humphrey, and you're ruined. I swear it." She didn't even need to raise her voice or put on an angry face. The cool voice from an equally cool face delivers the poison just fine.

Dan can only rub his tightly clenched jaw and watch the sway of Blair's hips as she purposely strides away. Serena caught him sharing a kiss with Vanessa. It was lapse in judgment on his part. He blames it on too much tequila, reminiscing of the past, and laughter. Oh God for a guy who only wants snow for Christmas, maybe he'd gone too far wanting Serena. He is lucky to have had her. He is a big jerk to do what he did to her.

He finally finds the courage to speak with her. Courage he finds, but Serena a little difficult to locate. When he finally does, he wishes he doesn't. She's laughing, walking at a well lit sidewalk, arms loaded with shopping bags and she's with, of course, Blair. There's no surprise there.

As he slowly backs away, careful not to attract any attention, he realizes what he should have a long, long time ago. It's to where Serena belongs; bathed in light, amidst riches, and basking in the glow of Blair Waldorf.

Spotted: Lonely Boy nursing a broken heart. Where does a knight go after losing his lady to a princess?