Chuck comes charging up to the station as Blair and Nate exit; when she tells him they won't let her talk to him, he pulls out his phone: "We'll see about that." Nate throws a weak defense about OMG how dare you call him, and Blair sweetly grits, "Of course I did. He's her brother." Nate grins at her, almost, and she tells him he's got nothing to worry about. Wondering if Chuck actually had the conversation, he gets her to admit they talked it out and he gave up. Like that will stick.
"He gave me my answer. And you deserve yours. I don't think we should move in together." Neither does Nate; she laughs, confused, but he explains that he was acting crazy. "I'm sorry. I was... using the apartment to force our issues, and it's just, it's too big of a step. I'm sorry." She gives in -- how could you not? -- and tells him the "more suitable step" would be to ask her to Prom. They laugh, because neither of them could be less serious about their relationship if they'd never met, and Blair's phone rings, and shit gets awesome.
"Hello, Blair," says Georgina. Not OMGeorgina, not Sherilyn, but the real Georgina Sparks. Blair jerks; there's a dissatisfaction, an anger at the world, that comes through every word and movement. "I feel more like myself than ever," Georgina tells her: she's "Taking care of what you obviously couldn't." Blair shivers, nervous, and timidly suggests that Jesus wouldn't approve of whatever she's planning. Blair's always been afraid of Georgina; it's one of the reasons she played this like she did. "Well, you can tell Jesus that the bitch is back," Georgina says, putting on her giant evil bug glasses as the wonderful Gotye song "Heart's a Mess" starts up. That bassline. "Follow that car," she tells her driver, hanging up on Blair.
"Oh, no!" GG shudders, as Blair stares down at the evil that was just in her phone: "We warned you no good would come from spinning a wicked web..."