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I Know That You Know That I Know
It is only when Blair hates or loves that her perfect mask slips. Serena likes to think that it has more to do with the object of Blair's hate or love namely herself, but Serena knows all too well that is not the case. Blair loves with a passion consuming, possessive, unrelenting, but she hates even better. Serena should know, she has been on the receiving end of both.
"I hate you," Blair hisses with perhaps less venom than is proper, her back hitting her bedroom wall tiredly.
"I know," Serena says gently, approaching Blair carefully.
Blair bats Serena's hands away. "Didn't you hear me the first time? I said I hate you."
It is a game they have played only too often. "I know," Serena murmurs.
"I don't want you here," Blair sniffs, her shoulders slumping and her hands resting by her sides in an admission of defeat.
"I know," Serena persists, her hands settling on Blair's upper arms.
"Go away, Serena," Blair says softly, her eyes not quite meeting the blonde's.
"No," Serena tells her firmly, pulling her closer and into her arms.
"I hate you, you know that," Blair murmurs, her hands curving around Serena's hips tentatively.
"I know," Serena repeats, sighing contentedly as she rests her chin on top of Blair's head.
"If you leave again, I swear I will "
"I won't. I promise."
"You're not forgiven yet."
Serena smiles. Yet. "I know. I love you, B."
"I hate you," Blair says petulantly.
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