To the Dair fandom, we can't just give up because of a setback. Furthermore, we can't start harassing the writers, stop watching, or debase ourselves to the Chair fans' level. we must regroup. I honestly do not think that the way the finale ended was clear at all - Blair's e-mails to Dan make the issue open ended. Nothing is set in stone.

This is a Chapter 1 from Blair's POV post finale Dair fic. Rated Nc 17

I get through the summer by telling myself that what Dan and I had was meant to be temporary. Real, true, and beautiful, but meant to be brief. An escape from my responsibilities and rule over my domain—the cliche affair rich medicated middle aged women have with their pool boy. I do miss him though, it hurts that he hasn't answered any of my calls or emails. Well actually scratch that, he did once.

It was 3 weeks into the summer and 2 weeks since he had left for Italy with Georgina. –yeah, to say I was shocked when I saw the GG blast of the two of them landing in Rome is an understatement. But then again, I know Dan and G had a thing back freshman year at NYU, I just never thought it was that serious. Though, to be fair, He and I never really talked about our exes together, it was a sore subject.

Anyway I digress. At the beginning of the summer, I called him whenever I missed him and just felt an overwhelming desire to make amends. I would get these urges to make things right. To make them go back to the way before everything got so screwed up. I really wanted my best friend back. So as I usually did I called him, however unlike normally he answered. I wasn't expecting him to but he did.

He was drunk and he obviously had company- I could hear a woman's voice saying sweet nothings in Italian. I could also hear Georgina and what sounded like music in the background. They were no doubt out on the town living it up on a Thursday night. I think Dan answered just to make me feel like shit. To let me know that he was having fun, moving on, and meeting new people. Letting me know that he didn't miss me. After that incident I didn't try to contact him for a month.

He can try to fool me but I know. I know that if he were willing to hurt me (which trust me that phone call did) then I knew that he was still hurting and that he was just acting out. He knew that he won that round too, the same way I knew it.

To be fair, I never meant to hurt him. Looking back on my relationship with him, I don't think I ever mistreated him (well not more than I usually did). We worked well together, we truly were a team. When he asked me if I loved him however I knew I didn't. Well that's not entirely true; I loved him I just wasn't head over heels in love with him. However, I loved him enough to know that I didn't want to lie to him. Honesty is always the best policy (Serena could learn a lot about that).

If he wouldn't have pressed me about the "I love you" incident, we would probably still be together. It is because I knew he wasn't going to let it go. Furthermore, it's because he deserves better. He deserves to be with a good girl, with the untainted Ms. Carr's of the world, with the Vanessa Abrams' of the world, girls who are not jaded by all the glitz and glamour of the UES. He can appreciate and be content with never going to balls, to watching movies and eating pizza every night, and who can enjoy the simplicities offered in such a safe and secure person such as Dan.

I mean no matter how horrible Chuck and I have treated each other in the past; it is true that he and I share this darkness. A darkness that Dan just can't understand, a darkness he should never ever even have to understand. He's too good for that.

Anyway, he only answered one of my calls over the summer, but he did call me once. I think it was a mistake...at least that's what I like to tell myself. He once again sounded inebriated and he was once again with some girl (I could hear her giggles and murmurs in the background). To be honest, I doubt she spoke English considering what he was telling me while he was undoubtedly touching her. I can't quite remember the conversation but it went something along the lines "You know Blair, sometimes when I'm fucking Elena I like to think it is you, I touch her just the way you used to like it, but then I remember what kind of person you are and I almost go limp. So thanks for leaving me, truly from the bottom of my heart. I deserve so much better."

Obviously, after that I was furious with him. Who the hell did hum-drum Humphrey think he was? But I can't deny, he does deserve better, so now that the summer is over, I'm anticipating the next time I run into him. I know that that is inevitable. He has been spotted back in the city in and out of publishing houses. And I'm sure I'm bound to run into him at various cultural centers or at some UES event. I keep running different scenarios about how it will be the moment we share our first look across a room, or what the first word we will exchange to each other.

Next chapter is from Dan's POV

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