HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT! I wanted to write you a little fic combing the two things you love -- Gossip Girl and Britney Spears -- for your birthday. You were the very first person I followed on tumblr from the CB fandom and the first to tell me that you liked my fics, and your feels gave me so many prompt ideas when I was first writing for CB so I'm forever grateful to you. I hope you only have good things in the next year!
Blair had purchased the tickets surprising Serena in the school yard on the day of her birthday and narrowing her eyes into an icy stare over Serena’s shoulder as she is pulled into an exuberant embrace that informed him and his best friend that they, too, would be attending. But he had been the one to slip the all-access pass around Serena’s neck as she and Blair danced and sang along to the words mid-concert, as he and Nate pretended not to know the words.
Brushing off her sunny thank you with a shrug and mumbled words about how the number was right there in Bart’s Rolodex; brushing off her embrace as she beamed and bounced her way down the narrow hallway of Madison Square Garden after the show. Three close friends following the birthday girl past racks of costumes and crew scurrying to pack up and get the show on the road, following the event coordinator as she leads them into a smaller room and snaps at them to wait right here.
One minute, five minutes, and then another blonde enters the room smiling at them and greeting them with a slight southern drawl. Serena radiates sunshine as she gushes in excitement pulling her best friend towards her and making introductions because Blair may love Cyndi Lauper, but the eighties have nothing on today’s Pop Princess. He can feel Nate’s elbow digging into his side, glances over to see his best friend mouthing about how much hotter the physical incarnation of the poster on Serena’s closet door is.
But Serena’s hand curls around his arm before he can reply, and she denies him the opportunity to show off the smoothness of his swagger as she pulls him to the forefront of the crowd and explains that he arranged for their backstage visit for her birthday. The other blonde smiles at him, says that he must be a great friend as she introduces herself to him.
“I’m,” he stutters and stumbles as his mouth becomes dry. “I’m—I’m—”
“He’s Chuck Bass,” Nate says as he steps forward, as he curls his hands around Chuck’s shoulders. And Chuck watches in shock as Nate displays a certain amount of suave smoothness his best friend has never had before, as Serena continues to beam in awe. “It’s nice to meet you, Britney. I’m Nate Archibald.”
“Aww, first crush, Bass?” Blair snickers behind her hand. “And here I thought you didn’t like Britney Spears. Was it the singing? Or, the dancing?”
“You wish you could dance like her,” Chuck snaps back in reply smirking when Blair begins to protest that she’s got moves because the Queen B of the Upper East Side can’t stand being second to any other Queen B.
