He attempted to shift past Dorota the best you knew how. Despite reaching into his vault of soccer and subway skills, she still cornered him at the elevator ranting half in English about "Miss Blair too busy for you" and "Getting ready too important for him to interrupt". He shrugged silently in response, grabbing instinctually at the courier bag hanging from his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed past her and promised he wouldn't do anything too scandalous as he ascended the stairs to her room.

Pushing through the door without a knock, he greeted with an almost silent "hey" as he entered into her room. He had expected a sensible but stylish outfit. Spending several hours on a plane meant jeans and t-shirt to him. He knew Blair Waldorf wouldn't feel the same, but what he saw was unexpected and much more akin to a production. Suitcases littered the floor, seeming to dance around like a Technicolor musical. She stood adored in the center in a beautiful pink dress that probably cost more than his loft in Brooklyn. For all the audaciousness and grandeur, he smirked to himself. But for how amazing she looked, he accidentally slipped with a very audible, "Wow!"

She turned, a look of shock flashing across her porcelain face when she saw who had entered her room. The look was erased just as quickly as it had appeared. "Excuse me?" she barked in his direction.

"No, nothing," he stammered, as he was oft to do under her withering gaze. She huffed in a judging way and turned back to the mirror to assess her earring choice. Recollecting himself, he moved closer to the suitcases. "What I meant to say was that you look," he said searching the floor, "for a lack of better word, beautiful."

His confidence grew once he heard the little sound she makes when she can't help but smile. "Did you come to gawk?" she asked, still adjusting her earring - the bite in her words evident but not off-putting.

"No," he responded. "I just wanted to wish you whatever it is you wish someone on a day like today." He smirked, knowing full well how noncommittal he had just sounded.

"For a writer, you often lack words," she said, finally leaving her earring alone and turning to address him more formally. "That may be troublesome when considering your career options." She picked up a necklace off the bureau and holding it out asked, "Can you help?"

Dan took the delicate silver chain as she spun around holding her hair up. She had once said something about Chuck enjoying the back of her neck and from his perspective at the moment, he could understand why. He moved in a little closer, his fingers brushing her neck as he finished hooking the clasp. His lips were so close to the crook of her neck that his heart began to pound faster against his chest, but a moment before he did something he would regret, he caught a glimpse of her green luggage perched near the mirror - a dreary but fashionable reminder of where she would be by tomorrow.

Dan cleared his thought, taking several steps back and sobering up with each step. "I'm happy for you Blair," he choked out looking mostly at the floor. "Louis seems like everything you've ever wanted."

Still primping in front of the mirror, she responded coldly, "He is fairly perfect."

Dan kept his face pointed down, knowing full well that Blair would notice the tiny ticks he couldn't control when she spoke about how perfect her prince was. "Yeah. I'm glad you're happy," he said rather pointedly. "I'd make the Grace Kelly reference, but I'm sure someone has already made it."

"She made a beautiful ruler, didn't she?" Blair sighed, seemingly satisfied with her appearance. Finally looking away from her own reflection, she glanced at Dan's reflection. "Why do you have such a sour face?" she asked.

"I guess I just never saw you in that light."

"As a beautiful ruler?" she asked, incredulous scrawled across her face.

He half smiled, half laughed. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Not that."

"Then what, Humphrey?" she barked, turning from her reflection to stare him down.

Her annoyance was growing and he swore she was tapping her foot aggressively awaiting the response. He paused for a moment partially because honestly he found her irritation adorable and partially because he wasn't sure he was brave enough to say what he was thinking next.

Steeling himself up, he looked her straight in the eye. After all, the Blair Waldorf he knew appreciated bravado. "Audrey just usually didn't end up with a prince. That's all I'm saying."

The annoyed but slightly playful look in her eyes quickly disappeared. She turned around, rearranging her bags as she called behind her, "Did you come to ruin my day?"

He smiled half to himself and said, "That was not my original intention, but I do what I can." He walked over to Blair and helped her pick up a bag and place it closer to the door with the rest of the luggage. "Actually," he said picking up another bag, "I came to ask you as favor."

"I'm kind of busy today, Dan," she responded motioning to the packed suitcases surrounding her.

"I know," he said. "I know you're leaving, but I figured after today, we probably wouldn't be seeing each other." This caught her attention and she finally looked his way again. She looked sad, and not in her typical way. Her big brown eyes looked faintly dewy, like perhaps she was thinking about shedding one tear but rethought the matter when she remembered how weak that might make her appear. He almost stopped what he was going to say but realized that he had made it this far, he had to continue. "You see, I have this story I was hoping you could send to your contact at Vanity Fair."

She scoffed. Loudly. Almost, indignantly. Very unprincess-like. "What?" she spoke brusquely, rolling her eyes. "Have you been spending time with Serena lately?"

He looked down for a moment and then back up. She had fire in her eyes, but he figured he would be honest. "She's been around lately, yes." The fire raged, almost to the point where he thought she might just throw her green luggage at his head.

She spun around, sighing audibly, and mumbling incoherently to herself. She turned back around, a fake smile plastered to her face, and the fire in her eyes now shielded with ice. "Just sit it on the credenza. I'll take care of it." The emphasis on "take care" worried him a bit, but he did as she told him, reaching into his courier bag and placing the story on the wooden surface of her credenza.

Dan wanted to say more, but it just wasn't the time. He began walking for the door. Before turning the knob, he stopped and looked back in her direction. "Thanks Blair. It means a lot to me," he eeked out quietly.

She sat on her bed, splaying out her pink dress around her. And looking very stately and elegant, she replied, "I have to do my part to help the little people."

He smiled softly. Her wit was always his kryptonite. "I am glad you're happy Blair," and he meant it just as long as she actually was happy. "I mean, you are happy, right?" he asked just to make sure.

"Of course, I am," she answered, too quickly. "Goodbye Humphrey."

He swore he saw the dewy-look in her eyes return as he finally left her room, but he knew it wasn't his place to comfort Blair Waldorf anymore.