After the boys went to go get some hot chocolate for everyone, Lana and Blair made their way over to the side of the festival that was selling Christmas trees. For a moment neither girl really said anything, only looked at the lights and stood around awkwardly. Blair could feel Lana’s eyes on her every once and a while, but kept her own on the ground or looking off into the distant to find Flynn in the crowd, with no luck.
“So how’s your date going?” Lana finally broke the silence, bumping her shoulder into Blair’s playfully. Blair’s cheeks, already bright pink from the cold, burned an even brighter red at Lana’s sudden topic starter.
“Oh…it’s, um, I mean…Dustin seems like a really nice guy I guess—“ Lana’s pink lips turned up at the corners as she gave the other girl a sly look, which reminded Blair in some ways of a cat.
Letting out a laugh colder than the snow around them, Lana shot Blair a look, “I still can’t believe Flynn thought you were interested in Dustin. It’s so obvious you’re way out of your comfort zone here. Poor thing.” Blair curled her arms around her chest, both to keep warm, and maybe to try and hide from this weird conversation.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lana—“ She almost whispered. Lana sighed and put her arms around Blair’s shoulders awkwardly for a moment, before removing them.
“You don’t have to pretend around me, Blair. I can tell you don’t like Dustin. It’s totally obvious you like someone else, am I right?” Blair’s head shot up for a second before turning to look somewhere, anywhere else. “So I am right. You don’t just like them….you love them don’t you? Oh, this whole evening must be terrible for you then, right? Who is he? Does he go to our school? Do I know him?” The more questions Lana asked, the closer she got to Blair, the more her eyes narrowed and the angrier her voice got, until she was hovering over top of a cowering Blair with her hands bawled up into tiny fists.
“Don’t…lets get one thing straight here…he is mine. I am his girlfriend. Not you, okay? He loves me, not you. I don’t care if you think you love him, but Flynn will never love you like that. He thinks of you like a pathetic little sister, nothing else. So stay away from him.” If Blair hadn’t been so shocked by Lana’s sudden outburst, tears sure would have flown out of her eyes like a river. She would have maybe yelled back, or defended herself against the girl, but she just stood there wide eyed and open mouthed until Flynn’s voice came through the crowd. And suddenly the evil glare Lana was giving her disappeared as she turned to skip up to Flynn, without looking back.