Gossip Girl // inside out (and all these rules you don't intend to break) (Jenny/Blair, PG-13)
Title: inside out (and all these rules you don't intend to break)
Author: cherryroad
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing/Characters: Kind of one-sided Jenny/Blair; implied-and-denied Blair/Serena; implied Dan/Serena, Blair/Chuck, Blair/Nate. Guest appearances by Vanessa, Kati and Isabel.
Rating/Spoilers: PG-13. May be slightly spoilery if you haven't seen 1x06.
Summary: Rules can be broken in the subtlest of ways.
Word Count: 1748.
Notes: Beta'ed by alexriley; all remaining mistakes are a product of either my stupidity or my stubborness regarding my so-called "style", based mainly on the abuse of semicolons. Constructive criticism is encouraged. :)
"Rule one of random sleepovers: bashing or revenge of any sort will not be allowed. We will keep our activities and requests under a minimum of courtesy and respect. This is not the Annual Sleepover; radicalism is a must-not. Understood?"
Jenny nods, and contemplates the way Blair smirks satisfied. She looks around; the house is as big as always, although she figures it won't seem as much to anyone living in something other than a loft. The staircase is built to showcase and rehearse walks to be given in the most expensive hotels and ballrooms. She has figured her way around it, nonetheless; the thing with living in Manhattan is that you can't get the sort or size of mansion that you could get in Beverly Hills or in less crowded places. There's this space, and you've got to move around it; and Jenny has been living here all her life, so she has gotten pretty good at moving around this space.
"Rule two of random sleepovers: you agree to agree with all commandments resulting from any choice made by you in amusement activities. You agree to participate in amusement activities; and stick out with them until they're finished. No way out. Understood?"
Jenny nods again.
"And rule three, and the most important of them all: what happens inside the house, stays within its walls. Leaking will not be allowed, and might result in your being banned from the circle. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good. Put on your pajamas, and let the party begin!"
Blair directs her to the bathroom; and there Jenny changes, and comes back a beautifully natural, if lip-glossed, sleepwalker.
*
There are several differences between an event where you are the center of attention, even in the worst of ways, and something that is not quite an event where you're not exactly the center of attention, but just another drifter in the snow. For starters, Jenny feels more comfortable; less awkward, if not completely fitting; and less likely to yield. This is a side of her evolution: what her mother would want; what she wants, and there lies that difference, truth be told.
Then there's the way Blair smiles and lets her into the conversations freely, naturally; and the way she keeps her out of some of them in this same way. There's no forcing, generally; and Jenny feels less likely to be cheated on.
There is also the different outfits; the way they change clothes and dresses but end up wearing comfortable cotton pajamas of girly colors and patterns. These are the sort Jenny intended to wear once but couldn't. This way she feels less likely to end up overly exposed, not that she ever was.
Then, of course, there's the difference between back then and now; and this difference has a name and long, blond hair. Serena is here tonight; a part of the party; laughing and talking and having fun; and Blair is more relaxed, more laid-back, less likely to take out her anger on anyone else; more predisposed towards harmless fun and dancing. For this is the main dish of the dinner, it seems; or at least it does to Jenny. The music is on all night, except during the most lurid gossip and secrets, which require a silence of some kind to be followed by a wave of laughter, giggling. Here, they dance and dance, and Blair and Serena seem happy to lead and be followed by the rest of the group.
Jenny has got to admit that it's slightly odd to be friends with her brother's girlfriend; but then again, when she's with Blair, she doesn't seem to be that kind of girlfriend at all. There's a sort of fleeting thought there, about what sort of girlfriend she seems to be when she's with Blair, but it's quickly disregarded as Jenny's pulled up into this apparently improvised dancefloor by Kati. Thus begins the first pillow fight of the night.
*
Truth or dare brings hardly any secrets at all; none that Jenny's quite interested in, anyway, since she hardly finds any excitement in these girls' fantasies, and Blair and Serena only look at each other and giggle, without really confessing a thing. So when it is her turn to ask, and she has the chance to ask Serena, Serena chooses dare; and Jenny dares her to show what kind of girlfriend she is.
From the way they kiss, open-mouthed and frantically, and the giggling afterwards, Jenny would say they have done it before.
"Why does this have to happen in every single girls-only party?" Isabel complains, making Jenny smile and shrug. "I say she deserves to be punished."
"I do?" Jenny asks.
"She does," Isabel reiterates; and they look at Blair like she's holding a gavel and it's her call to condemn.
Blair shrugs, and says with a smirk, "She has to learn the rules of the game," and they make Jenny strip down to her underwear. You can leave your hat on is playing loud and clear while she puts the winter hat she was wearing outside on, throws away her slippers with a kick, and begins a slow routine taken from those cheesy dance movies that they put on TV when they have nothing else to run.
She stays half naked for a round and, if she notices Blair looking at her with interest, she figures she's still being judged.
Serena elbows Blair one of these times, and when it's her turn to ask, she dares her to kiss Jenny.
"Because she deserves a taste of your mouth, too," she says smiling, and smacks Blair's ass when she stands up.
Blair looks at her, and sticks her tongue out before kneeling down in front of the cushion where Jenny's sitting. Jenny can see Blair's tongue wet her lips, and her teeth softly bite them in a smirk that anticipates something bad; a smirk Jenny would fear if she hadn't gotten past that stage already; but maybe she should fear it: when Blair places her hand behind Jenny's neck, Jenny is expecting anything but a set of teeth nibbling at her earlobe and a laugh in her ear.
Jenny startles, and her breath catches in her throat for a second, until Blair answers the real dare and forces it out with her own. She does; Blair kisses a girl like she has kissed a thousand before; if this is the way their sleepovers go, Jenny quickly figures that she has. This is all she has time to think of before her brain goes numb at the tip of her tongue. It's rousing, the way Blair kisses, in a way that doesn't cause the kind of franticness Serena showed, but a completely different sort; a sort where she keeps kissing back to a minimum and has to hold back a moan, and a childish whimper of complaint when it's over.
"Not bad," Blair states as she sits back on her cushion next to Serena, "not bad for a first-timer. After all, not everyone can be awesome without practice like me."
The giggles are a bit of a given and the slowness in the recuperation of her normal heartbeat, Jenny figures, is just a hazard: it is what happens when you mix first times with knowing that you're being judged.
Truth or dare brings hardly any secrets at all, except some that Jenny may have kept hidden even to herself.
*
They end up a little bit tipsy, some of them a little bit drunk, and one of the girls, she doesn't remember which, tells Jenny that Blair is a lesbian in disguise. Jenny snickers and throws a pillow at her; but, when they're already in bed, she can't help wondering what the whispering she can hear, the whispering between Serena and Blair, actually really means. She can't help being concerned; her brother's happiness is here at stake.
The whispers draw on for what feels like an eternity; and before they're over, Jenny's fast asleep, dreaming of things that she won't remember in the morning.
*
Blair drinks the beginning of her cappuccino with a spoon. Her tongue darts out the same way it did when Blair kissed her, and Jenny stares before she realizes she's staring and turns her sight towards her cereal bowl. It's not the most elegant thing to have; Serena's having crêpes, Isabel eats weirdly decorated waffles; but the way Blair looks at her doesn't feel judging, just curious.
Serena offers Jenny a ride when they're done, but her dad told her she'd come for her, so she says no. She waits in Blair's bedroom, seeing Blair try on clothes for the day; for the morning; and she stares before realizing she's staring.
*
Her dad picks her up a few minutes after they're done, and, when Jenny gets to her room, Dan is there with Vanessa.
"Ooh, our poor little rich girl's back!" Vanessa exclaims, and Jenny sits on Dan's bed beside her. "How'd the partying go? Any dirty little secrets to share?"
"Well, I think Dan should keep an eye on Blair," she says with a playful grin.
Vanessa looks at Dan, and Dan closes the book he had in his hands at the mention of his name. "Why should I keep an eye on Blair?"
"Oh, apparently she's got a lot of experience in kissing your girlfriend." Dan raises his eyebrows, and, before he can answer, Vanessa cuts in.
"That's what you get for dating an Upper East Sider: they fill stereotypes like it's all they were born to do."
"Hey," Dan complains, hitting Vanessa on the shoulder with his book, "show some respect for Serena." Vanessa takes the book from his hands and hits him back, sticking her tongue out, which leads to one of their usual tickling battles. Very Blair and Serena, Jenny thinks with a smile, a bit of a relieved chuckle for God knows what, and then she's pulled into the racket by her brother's best friend.
This is what Jenny gets for infiltrating into the Upper East Siders' routine; the realization that she doesn't really know by nature what these people are all about, the easily covered shadows under her eyes, and a crush on a girl who, as far as Jenny knows, has a boyfriend and what looks to be a lover, even if it is the sort Jenny would, if she was in such a position, warn her against.
So much for the rules of the game.
Author: cherryroad
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing/Characters: Kind of one-sided Jenny/Blair; implied-and-denied Blair/Serena; implied Dan/Serena, Blair/Chuck, Blair/Nate. Guest appearances by Vanessa, Kati and Isabel.
Rating/Spoilers: PG-13. May be slightly spoilery if you haven't seen 1x06.
Summary: Rules can be broken in the subtlest of ways.
Word Count: 1748.
Notes: Beta'ed by alexriley; all remaining mistakes are a product of either my stupidity or my stubborness regarding my so-called "style", based mainly on the abuse of semicolons. Constructive criticism is encouraged. :)
"Rule one of random sleepovers: bashing or revenge of any sort will not be allowed. We will keep our activities and requests under a minimum of courtesy and respect. This is not the Annual Sleepover; radicalism is a must-not. Understood?"
Jenny nods, and contemplates the way Blair smirks satisfied. She looks around; the house is as big as always, although she figures it won't seem as much to anyone living in something other than a loft. The staircase is built to showcase and rehearse walks to be given in the most expensive hotels and ballrooms. She has figured her way around it, nonetheless; the thing with living in Manhattan is that you can't get the sort or size of mansion that you could get in Beverly Hills or in less crowded places. There's this space, and you've got to move around it; and Jenny has been living here all her life, so she has gotten pretty good at moving around this space.
"Rule two of random sleepovers: you agree to agree with all commandments resulting from any choice made by you in amusement activities. You agree to participate in amusement activities; and stick out with them until they're finished. No way out. Understood?"
Jenny nods again.
"And rule three, and the most important of them all: what happens inside the house, stays within its walls. Leaking will not be allowed, and might result in your being banned from the circle. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Good. Put on your pajamas, and let the party begin!"
Blair directs her to the bathroom; and there Jenny changes, and comes back a beautifully natural, if lip-glossed, sleepwalker.
*
There are several differences between an event where you are the center of attention, even in the worst of ways, and something that is not quite an event where you're not exactly the center of attention, but just another drifter in the snow. For starters, Jenny feels more comfortable; less awkward, if not completely fitting; and less likely to yield. This is a side of her evolution: what her mother would want; what she wants, and there lies that difference, truth be told.
Then there's the way Blair smiles and lets her into the conversations freely, naturally; and the way she keeps her out of some of them in this same way. There's no forcing, generally; and Jenny feels less likely to be cheated on.
There is also the different outfits; the way they change clothes and dresses but end up wearing comfortable cotton pajamas of girly colors and patterns. These are the sort Jenny intended to wear once but couldn't. This way she feels less likely to end up overly exposed, not that she ever was.
Then, of course, there's the difference between back then and now; and this difference has a name and long, blond hair. Serena is here tonight; a part of the party; laughing and talking and having fun; and Blair is more relaxed, more laid-back, less likely to take out her anger on anyone else; more predisposed towards harmless fun and dancing. For this is the main dish of the dinner, it seems; or at least it does to Jenny. The music is on all night, except during the most lurid gossip and secrets, which require a silence of some kind to be followed by a wave of laughter, giggling. Here, they dance and dance, and Blair and Serena seem happy to lead and be followed by the rest of the group.
Jenny has got to admit that it's slightly odd to be friends with her brother's girlfriend; but then again, when she's with Blair, she doesn't seem to be that kind of girlfriend at all. There's a sort of fleeting thought there, about what sort of girlfriend she seems to be when she's with Blair, but it's quickly disregarded as Jenny's pulled up into this apparently improvised dancefloor by Kati. Thus begins the first pillow fight of the night.
*
Truth or dare brings hardly any secrets at all; none that Jenny's quite interested in, anyway, since she hardly finds any excitement in these girls' fantasies, and Blair and Serena only look at each other and giggle, without really confessing a thing. So when it is her turn to ask, and she has the chance to ask Serena, Serena chooses dare; and Jenny dares her to show what kind of girlfriend she is.
From the way they kiss, open-mouthed and frantically, and the giggling afterwards, Jenny would say they have done it before.
"Why does this have to happen in every single girls-only party?" Isabel complains, making Jenny smile and shrug. "I say she deserves to be punished."
"I do?" Jenny asks.
"She does," Isabel reiterates; and they look at Blair like she's holding a gavel and it's her call to condemn.
Blair shrugs, and says with a smirk, "She has to learn the rules of the game," and they make Jenny strip down to her underwear. You can leave your hat on is playing loud and clear while she puts the winter hat she was wearing outside on, throws away her slippers with a kick, and begins a slow routine taken from those cheesy dance movies that they put on TV when they have nothing else to run.
She stays half naked for a round and, if she notices Blair looking at her with interest, she figures she's still being judged.
Serena elbows Blair one of these times, and when it's her turn to ask, she dares her to kiss Jenny.
"Because she deserves a taste of your mouth, too," she says smiling, and smacks Blair's ass when she stands up.
Blair looks at her, and sticks her tongue out before kneeling down in front of the cushion where Jenny's sitting. Jenny can see Blair's tongue wet her lips, and her teeth softly bite them in a smirk that anticipates something bad; a smirk Jenny would fear if she hadn't gotten past that stage already; but maybe she should fear it: when Blair places her hand behind Jenny's neck, Jenny is expecting anything but a set of teeth nibbling at her earlobe and a laugh in her ear.
Jenny startles, and her breath catches in her throat for a second, until Blair answers the real dare and forces it out with her own. She does; Blair kisses a girl like she has kissed a thousand before; if this is the way their sleepovers go, Jenny quickly figures that she has. This is all she has time to think of before her brain goes numb at the tip of her tongue. It's rousing, the way Blair kisses, in a way that doesn't cause the kind of franticness Serena showed, but a completely different sort; a sort where she keeps kissing back to a minimum and has to hold back a moan, and a childish whimper of complaint when it's over.
"Not bad," Blair states as she sits back on her cushion next to Serena, "not bad for a first-timer. After all, not everyone can be awesome without practice like me."
The giggles are a bit of a given and the slowness in the recuperation of her normal heartbeat, Jenny figures, is just a hazard: it is what happens when you mix first times with knowing that you're being judged.
Truth or dare brings hardly any secrets at all, except some that Jenny may have kept hidden even to herself.
*
They end up a little bit tipsy, some of them a little bit drunk, and one of the girls, she doesn't remember which, tells Jenny that Blair is a lesbian in disguise. Jenny snickers and throws a pillow at her; but, when they're already in bed, she can't help wondering what the whispering she can hear, the whispering between Serena and Blair, actually really means. She can't help being concerned; her brother's happiness is here at stake.
The whispers draw on for what feels like an eternity; and before they're over, Jenny's fast asleep, dreaming of things that she won't remember in the morning.
*
Blair drinks the beginning of her cappuccino with a spoon. Her tongue darts out the same way it did when Blair kissed her, and Jenny stares before she realizes she's staring and turns her sight towards her cereal bowl. It's not the most elegant thing to have; Serena's having crêpes, Isabel eats weirdly decorated waffles; but the way Blair looks at her doesn't feel judging, just curious.
Serena offers Jenny a ride when they're done, but her dad told her she'd come for her, so she says no. She waits in Blair's bedroom, seeing Blair try on clothes for the day; for the morning; and she stares before realizing she's staring.
*
Her dad picks her up a few minutes after they're done, and, when Jenny gets to her room, Dan is there with Vanessa.
"Ooh, our poor little rich girl's back!" Vanessa exclaims, and Jenny sits on Dan's bed beside her. "How'd the partying go? Any dirty little secrets to share?"
"Well, I think Dan should keep an eye on Blair," she says with a playful grin.
Vanessa looks at Dan, and Dan closes the book he had in his hands at the mention of his name. "Why should I keep an eye on Blair?"
"Oh, apparently she's got a lot of experience in kissing your girlfriend." Dan raises his eyebrows, and, before he can answer, Vanessa cuts in.
"That's what you get for dating an Upper East Sider: they fill stereotypes like it's all they were born to do."
"Hey," Dan complains, hitting Vanessa on the shoulder with his book, "show some respect for Serena." Vanessa takes the book from his hands and hits him back, sticking her tongue out, which leads to one of their usual tickling battles. Very Blair and Serena, Jenny thinks with a smile, a bit of a relieved chuckle for God knows what, and then she's pulled into the racket by her brother's best friend.
This is what Jenny gets for infiltrating into the Upper East Siders' routine; the realization that she doesn't really know by nature what these people are all about, the easily covered shadows under her eyes, and a crush on a girl who, as far as Jenny knows, has a boyfriend and what looks to be a lover, even if it is the sort Jenny would, if she was in such a position, warn her against.
So much for the rules of the game.