AN- This is the first time I'm trying my hand at Gossip Girl fanfiction just because I've become so obsessed with the show! As for the pairing Dan and Blair, Well…I have a mixed opinion, I love their moments together but ultimately Blair and Chuck are meant to be …But hey! A onetime hook up and a lasting friendship would not hurt anyone
. But this is fanfiction and I'm all for taking its advantage!bsloths is the best beta in the world and I'm very grateful to her.
And yeah this is set somewhere at the beginning of Season three with slight alterations like Blair being single at the moment…
Blair Waldorf sweeps an uninterested glance at what is now to be her English Literature Class. A greasy haired boy across from her looks up with interest and she is about to snort with disgust only to realize that he is actually looking past her shoulder.
Nope, no one she remotely recognizes, which is basically all cool considering when did she know anyone anyway? Not even on the Upper East Side. The norm is that everyone just knows Blair Waldorf. So no! Her lack of acquaintances is hardly the point where the universe tumbles. The tiny, miniscule, unimportant fact that irritates her probably as much as a non-compromising sneeze would is that what she gets in return here are equally disinterested glances…
Except of course him. She knows him and he knows her but it isn't like she has to talk to him now…He was whatnow? Her best friend's ex boy friend? Her ex boyfriend's good friend? Her other ex boyfriend had once cheated on her with his best friend?…Whatever. This was not UES anymore and she could do without the permutation and combination her social/love life had once been.
She therefore pointedly ignores Dan Humphrey's little wave and noisily settles into a bench, paying a total of another twenty five seconds to decide that nothing here is worth her attention or time. Not even the schedule in her hand spelling out who was it that a class 30-odd students were waiting for-Rick Clampton. HmmmmThe faculty here better be worth her losing Yale…Yale. Sigh.The dreams of an Ivy League!
And as if on cue, "Friends, Romans and countrymen lend me your ears, I'm here…" the new entrant pauses dramatically, "apparently to receive rolled eyes."
The class breaks into a nervous chuckle as the cheap but very chiseled imitation of Marc Anthony in a classy grey blazer settles behind the desk, "Hi!" he smiles and she finds herself smiling back at its crookedness, "Ignore my dramatic entrance, I'm Rick Clampton, your professor for the wonders of English Literature."
And as each husky word in crisp British accent washes over her, the former Queen B of Constance Billard decides that perhaps coming to NYU could have its high points after all.
He catches up with her just as her red Christian Louboutins turn the corner, "Waldorf. Wait up."
"Patch." Blair nods briefly even though she does not as much as pause to acknowledge him.
Dan looks at her in confusion. Really? He wasn't a big fan of her either but she had actually forgotten his name?
"Dan." He corrects automatically. "Humphrey. Dan Humphrey."
She looks at him in boredom, "Patch. Cabbage Patch." And she is off; giving him not more than a second to take in that she is after all referring to him.
He stops her this time, sliding in front of her, "Hey…" he begins.
"Look!" she stops him midsentence, "I know you want to be friends now or something considering that we are stuck here together." His eyes narrow into tiny slits as he just pushes his weight onto one leg.This, he needs to hear. "And you probably need me to find your footing here but the answer is no. You and I don't mix. Good bye."
He is chuckling long after she leaves because years at St. Judes have taught him one thing if nothing else. There is a world outside its red brick walls. A world where the rules were usually altered around and if Blair Waldorf chose to continue to live in her White Bread World then NYU would get a tad bit more interesting than he anticipated it to be.
It takes him another four days to figure out where her room is; incidentally it's just down the hall from Vanessa's and he cringes at the fact that even the simple task of seeing his best friend slash we -should -definitely –have-sex-friend is going to be a constant reminder of a promise he had foolishly made to Nate and had been threatened into by Serena.
You see, our reluctant knight in shining armor had an even more reluctant damsel in distress to watch over. Her friends knew that NYU was definitely not what Blair wanted and had even anticipated that NYU may not want her either. And rightly so. For all that he had heard and witnessed a few times was that Blair somehow had accidentally slotted herself in a class a notch above an outcast. In Steps Dan Humphrey! A duty he regrets ever taking up considering his first attempt had totally gone down the drain by her conveniently reversing their duties.
Figures! He hates her guts and here he is with his knuckles poised to knock on her door.
"Patch?" she opens her door. "What?"
Okay, so they were going to stick with the Doll names. So be it…He just had to see if she was okay and all and then he could be out of here. "Hey! Waldorf."
She has a silly looking hair band on and he wonders what it was with her wanting to dress like she was on her way to a Bass brunch all the time. And gloves. Oh! God! The gloves!
"Are you going out somewhere?"
"Yes, if you must know," she says crisply, drawing the door to a close as she speaks, "I have a," he can't help but notice her nose crunching up a little, "a Sabbath dinner to attend."
And of what he remembers of The Passover Dinner last year, her step-father's Jewish holidays were hardly her idea of a Friday night. And God help him but he knows what it feels like to be an outsider.
It's therefore nothing more than an act bought out by duty and perhaps a bit of the same kindness which had once obligated him to sit beside her and spill out his family issues that he invites her to a party that evening.
What is surprising though is that she actually looks thankful.
But of course she arrives in a Limo and he has to encourage her to pay compliments to other people(A bit more genuinely for a change). It isn't easy and it is definitely not enjoyable but it could well be categorized into the first of many moments Gossip Girl would probably slot under the file of 'What not do while crossing the Brooklyn Bridge.'
AN: I have a story idea which is based loosely on Jane Austen's Emma, because really who better fits that shoe than our very own Blair...
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