would always be there to swoop in and rescue her。
Nate settled onto the couch？still warm from the weight of Erik？s body？and dug into his pockets
for his lighter； which he flicked idly。 He narrowed his gold…flecked green eyes in concentration； a
gesture Blair knew meant he was either deep in thought or spaced out in a marijuana…induced haze。
Finally； he looked up； meeting her gaze。 Blair was surprised to feel her breath catch in her throat。
？Do you think maybe we could go upstairs 。 。 。 and 。 。 。？ He trailed off。
？Upstairs？？ She took a gulp of water。 She？d been with Nate a million times； talked to him a
million times； kissed him a million times。 There was nothing new here； yet something felt
pletely different。
？Yeah；？ he muttered； flicking his lighter nervously。 ？I thought maybe we could go upstairs
and 。 。 。 talk？？
？Talk；？ she repeated。 The song changed from something by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah to ？Hey
Ya。？ Even though the song was totally old； the floor started to shake with every…body dancing
outside and in the van der Woodsens？ living room。
？I just 。 。 。？ he started； flicking his lighter again。 ？I？？
Blair suddenly stood and grabbed Nate？s hand； pulling him off of the couch。 She wanted to listen
to whatever it was that he was trying so seriously to say； and she wanted to be able to hear it。 She
pulled Nate out of the library and through the crowded living room； holding his hand so she
wouldn？t lose him in the crowd。 Blair slipped by Serena at the bottom of the stairs without saying
anything to her。 She of all people would understand。 Blair was halfway up the wide； polished
mahogany staircase when she felt Nate stop behind her。
？What？s wrong？？ she asked； turning around。
？I 。。。I 。。。have to tell you something；？ Nate stammered。
？Upstairs；？ she urged； pulling on his arm。 He didn？t budge； so she turned around again； looking
down at him from the step above。They were almost the same height。
？It？s just that 。 。 。？ Nate stuttered。Then he looked up and met her gaze。 ？I love you；？ he finally
whispered。
At last。
wait till the midnight hour
？I love you。？
The voice was unmistakably Nate？s and the words were clear as day to her even over the cries of
a gyrating hippie townie chick flailing her arms to ？Hey Ya？ as she smacked Serena in the face
with her long； essential…oil…scented dreadlocks。
He loved Blair。
Serena never would have guessed Nate Archibald was so in touch with his emotions； but she
knew it was true？he did love Blair。 She？d seen the meaningful looks Nate and Blair had been
trading ever since their daring breakout from Bailey Winter？s pound。 And then yesterday； the
way Blair had wedged her way in between them when they went to bed had been soobvious。
Serena felt a sinking feeling in her stomach； like when the road falls out from underneath the car
more quickly than you？re prepared for： it washer birthday？almost； anyway？and it washer party？
technically； anyway。 She was the one who deserved a little love and affection； wasn？t she？
She hesitated。 Perched between the delicately wall…papered wall and a massive grandfather clock；
she had the perfect cover to do a little observing。
Like； spying？
She peered out around the clock and up at Nate and Blair on the stairs； making wordless and
intense eye contact。 Then Blair twined her fingers through Nate？s and the two of them disappeared
up the stairs； taking a left at the landing。 They were heading to her parents？ master suite。 Serena
closed her eyes； fighting her way through the crowd to the bar。 There was always whiskey； and
Henry； and cigars。 Not necessarily in that order。
？There you are。？ Serena stumbled a little but kept a tight grip on the crystal tumbler she？d
filled？again？from the bottle of her father？s Oban whiskey she？d hid from the rest of the revelers。
It was her birthday and her house？why not save the good stuff for herself？
？Serena。？ Henry？s familiar voice split the night。 It felt like a hug just knowing he was nearby。 He
was so handsome； and he probably still loved her。。。。
And maybe she was just alittle drunk？
Someone had managed to get the van der Woodsens？ back garden fire pit going； and Henry and
three guys Serena didn？t recognize were huddled around it； warming themselves against the
surprisingly brisk summer evening。 Except for the flickering flames and the stars high overhead；
the night was dark。 It was a forting； familiar kind of darkness。 Serena had spent so many
summer nights here； like the night she ditched Henry。
？I？ve been looking for you。？ Serena settled down next to him on one of the low stone benches
that encircled the fire pit。 She was wearing an ancient pair of Seven cutoffs and he was still in his
swim trunks。Their bare knees were almost touching。
？Well； you found me。？ He used the tiny stub of the cigarette he was smoking to ignite a new one。
？This is your birthday party； right？？ asked one of the other guys； who Serena recognized as one
of her brother？s Brown freshman year suitemates； although she couldn？t remember his name。
？It？s my birthday tomorrow。？ Serena glanced at her slim Chanel watch。 ？In approximately
ninety…seven minutes； actually。 And it？s also Bastille Day。？
？Vive la France。？Henry raised the bottle of Corzo tequila in his hands and clinked it against her
glass。
？Vive la France。？Serena tipped her glass back； draining her whiskey in one gulp。 ？I missed you；？
she added； even though it was sort of untrue。 As soon as she？d returned to the city； she？d forgotten
all about Henry。
？I missed you too。？ Henry popped the bottle open and refilled her glass and then his； then passed
the bottle to his left。 ？Let？s have our own little prebirthday celebration。？
Serena looked up at the glittering stars overhead。 Everything around her was bringing her back to
a year ago； and then two years ago； when everything had been so different but also exactly the
same。 She turned her head； meeting Henry？s gaze。 She wanted to let him distract her all over again。
She needed him to distract her so she could try and forget about what was probably happening
right now on her parents？ bed。
？And what happens at midnight？？ she asked； sniffing the tequila tentatively。
？At midnight？？ Henry clinked his glass against hers and tossed the shot back down his
throat。 ？That？s when you get your present。？
If she can stay awake that long。
love is in the air
？You boys okay in there？？ Rufus Humphrey poked his crazy…haired head into the living room。 ？I
can？t get you any…thing else？ I？ve got some almond…and…lentil pesto in the blender。？
？No； Mr。 Humphrey； you？ve been too kind already！？ Greg smiled graciously and turned to
Dan。 ？Your dad？s a riot。？
Dan took a deep breath and used the remote control to crank the volume on the Humphreys？
battered old television； which was tuned to a documentary on the Beats。 Though he had no
memory of it； he？d apparently extended a drunken invitation to Greg to watch it together。
Who knows what else he offered up in his drunken state？
？Um。？ Dan thoughtlessly shoveled popcorn into his mouth； eager to have something to do with
his hands。 ？Thanks for bringing this。？
？No problem。？ Greg reached into the plastic bowl； his fingers brushing against Dan？s as he
grabbed a handful。 ？You mentioned that your dad isn？t much of a cook； so I thought I should
e prepared。？
I did？？Yeah； well； it？s a good thing。？ Dan chuckled nervously； noticing now that his dad had
displayed the freaky penis vase on a book…laden shelf。 The paint on the crumbly living room was
looking particularly water…stained。
？In vino veritas。？Greg giggled。
Dan recognized the Latin phrase suggesting that people are more likely to say what they really
feel when drunk。In wine there is truth。 His dad said it all the time before downing a whole bottle
of Merlot。
？Dude； look at Kerouac。 He？s so 。 。 。 electric；？ Greg observed。
Dan studied the famous writers on the flickering screen。 He was electric； wasn？t he？ He was
almost 。 。 。 handsome。 Was it totally gay to think that？ Dan felt his stomach lurch。 There was