Part One
Dan asked her to dance, and because he was compassionate without making her heart hurt, Blair said yes. It turned out he wasn't terrible and surprised her by not treading on her toes. It felt bizarre but in a good way when they ended up doing shots with Eleanor and Cyrus, so Blair continued doing so when her parents left. Dan matched her, shot for shot, and was easily twice as drunk as her when they stumbled from the wedding Chuck had orchestrated. Blair told the cab driver Dan's address – horrified that she knew it from memory – and fully intended to merely drop him off. However, she was drunk enough to forget this and accidently paid the driver. He drove away, leaving her stranded with a laughing Dan Humphrey.
With no other cabs in sight, it made sense for Blair to follow him up the stairs. He produced a bottle of cheap wine, Blair threatened to throw up, and the topic returned to Chuck. Dan repeated more of the sympathetic reassurances he'd uttered earlier. They sounded almost romantic. It was enough to make Blair lean forwards and haphazardly kiss him. Sloppy and fumbled, the kiss turned into sex. Blair needed to feel something clean and Dan was too drunk to realise he shouldn't be doing this.
Blair didn't fall asleep immediately after. Dan did. She watched him. He was so different to Chuck. Chuck slept without a sound, something which had surprised her. It had been an insight into the real Chuck who'd started out in life adhering to his father's desire for silence, only to find that screams were the only way to get Bart's attention. But Dan had never been told to stop snoring. Every sound he uttered had been adored by his parents, and nurtured to full volume.
She wasn't used to snoring. It wasn't hideous as such, more very deep breathing than anything, but it still perturbed her. As black turned to grey and Dan snored, the alcohol in Blair's system faded. Faintly, she could see Cedric on the bookcase. Judgement. She felt dirty. Dan had been committed to Vanessa. In fact, she could almost smell the other girl on the bed sheets, and it wasn't as though she owed Vanessa any kind of loyalty, but she felt bad. So bad. She'd been the wronged woman before, and now she was cheater. She felt terrible.
But before she could leave, Dan grunted and rolled in his sleep. His arm flopped over her waist and instinctively pulled her closer. A slapdash kiss was pressed to her shoulder as Dan settled back into the depths of sleep. Tears pricked at Blair's eyes. She was going to miss this: being so treasured that someone holds you even while they're asleep. She'd had that and lost it.
Even though it was a betrayal to Vanessa, Dan had made her feel clean again with that one kind action, and she wanted to wallow in nostalgia. Who knew how long it would be before someone else held her like this again? How long before she felt this normal? She took something Dan didn't even know he was offering and only relinquished it as the sky turned pink.
She carefully extracted herself from Dan's hold and got dressed, taking great care to ensure no trace of her presence remained. This night was hers to remember, not Dan's. He'd been so wasted she doubted he would. That hurt a little, but it was necessary. She slipped from the loft, taking with her the memory, and hailed a cab.
There was no one around but Blair still hugged the walls as she hurried to her dorm room. It was cold and empty, and for a second, Blair wished Georgina were there. She considered calling Serena, but dismissed the thought immediately. Instead, she wrapped herself in her comforter, crawled into bed, and realised that while there was a trace of Chuck Bass lingering within it, she smelt like Dan Humphrey. She broke into a million pieces and tried not to drown in her tears.
NB - Yeah, like Dan won't remember lol. This one is pretty much finished, I'm just fiddling with the third part so it will be uploaded fairly quickly. What do you guys think? =]