Daniel Humphrey sat on the chestnut leather couch drinking his coffee. Before him lay the morning crossword puzzle, it's content spread wide across the oak table. It was a Tuesday and the last of the eager students who needed their daily caffeine fix had just walked out the door. And so, Dan found himself in the quiet atmosphere of the quaint coffee shop. Rubbing at the beard that had grown full, he let out a sigh. He was stuck. Stuck on 21 Down. It sounds like such a trivial thing to be frustrated about, but this had never happened before. Humphrey's do not get stuck on crossword puzzles, it simply did not happen. So what was it? Why was he getting stumped on something that usually comes easy to him? Dan once again ran his fingers through his hair, slightly pulling at the roots. Pushing the pencil behind his ear, Dan took a sip of his coffee.

He sat there for ten minutes staring at the newspaper, squinting as though the answer was going to formulate any minute.

21 Down: the state of being completely forgotten or unknown.

"Oblivion," a voice echoed.

Looking down, Dan's eyes grew wide as the word fell perfectly into the boxes.

"Losing your touch Humphrey?" The familiar nickname had his body humming in anticipation of the meeting. Peeking over his shoulder he was met with quite the sight. There, standing with a cup of tea in hand, was Blair Waldorf. Her chocolate locks were piled upon her head in a bun, showing off the curve of her neck. Her pale skin contrasting well with the burgundy Marc Jacobs dress that adorned her figure. His eyes travelled down her body, stopping at the black Monolo Blahnik pumps.

Blair couldn't help but grin as she took in his attire. Flannel. She shook her head in good nature at his typical wardrobe choice. Not waiting for a response Blair took a seat next to him. "Have I rendered you speechless?" she smirked into her cup.

Rolling his eyes, Dan shook his head. "I've missed you, Waldorf."

Her face softened at the words. "I've missed you too."

"How was Paris?" he asked.

"Beautiful, as always. And New York?"

"Lonely without you," he said truthfully. The city had lost its shine when the brunette left, nothing but loud noises and an empty loft. "How is your father and Roman doing?"

"They're doing well," she spoke softly. Reaching over for his hand she locked their fingers together. "They've been very excited, their wedding should be ready by February."

"I'm glad you got to spend time with them," he said as his thumb stroked her palm. He had missed this. Missed her presence and the emotions she evoked from him.

"You should come next time," she looked up at him.

"You think so?"

Smiling at Dan, Blair nodded, "Daddy would love you."

Leaning in, Dan softly placed a kiss to her lips, savoring the moment.

"Blair?" Dan whispered as he turned to the woman laying next to him. Stroking his finger across her cheek, he smiled.

"Yes?" The brunette beauty hummed as she brought herself closer to his warm form.

"I really did miss you." The words bounced through the quiet loft as the first rays of sunlight broke through the curtains. "I didn't think I would," he spoke truthfully. "But when you waved to me right before you entered that plane, I felt a twinge. Like something was wrong. And I had this unsettling feeling in me that only disappeared when you called." Shifting so he could look in to her eyes, he continued, "Then I realized, perhaps it felt different because all those other times when you had left-you were never leaving me."

"Dan-"

Shaking his head, Dan silenced her. He had to get this off his chest before it consumed him. Before it ate away at him and slowly drove him mad. "Blair Waldorf, you were cruel to me in high school. Every snarky remark and glare sent my way had me disliking you more and more. But when I saw you last summer, alone and quiet sitting in Central Park, I saw you as a different person. You weren't this bigger than life villain, you were just misunderstood. And since then, you have been nothing but kind and sincere. I want to apologize for all that I have done to you and apologize in advance for all the stupid things I will do in the future," as the words slipped pass his lips, he was rewarded with a chuckle from the woman who had set a single kiss on his collarbone.

Closing his eyes, he managed to gather up his courage. "What I'm trying to say, is that I am in love with you, Blair Waldorf." His eyes were still clenched shut as he ended the sentence. It was only until he felt wetness on his neck when he opened them. Looking down at the girl who now lay on him, his eyes went wide when he saw the tears streaking down her cheeks. "Oh god, I'm so sorry Blair. I didn't mean-"

"I love you too, Humphrey," her words came out as a jumbled mess as she flew her arms around his abdomen. "I love you more than you know," she sniffled out. Crawling up, she kissed his lips and clung to his body.

Perhaps it was just her, but Eleanor Waldorf Rose had noticed something different with the couple that sat in front of her. She had noticed the lingering touches and secretive glances thrown across the room. The older woman sat on the floral chair as she observed the two brunettes. They were laughing at the joke Cyrus had perfected and eagerly joining in on his comical discussion. It was only when she saw their hands seeking out each others, fingers soothingly drawing circles. Scanning their faces, Eleanor couldn't help the soft smile that made its way onto her face. Their love struck expressions said it all and the older Waldorf woman couldn't have been happier.

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