This is my first GG fic, and its my second attempt at a fic in awhile. Please review and let me know what you think. It definitely will inspire me to keep writing and gage whether or not I should continue with this fic. *Spoilers up until Empire Of The Son. This is set in season 4, and is slightly AU. Enjoy!


The light was bright. The kind of bright that was almost too bright. It had to be from a window or a gigantic gaping hole in the earth that decided to zero in on the apartment - either way it was giving Blair Waldorf a headache. This was one of the rare times she wished she had superpowers so she could magically make her gold plated Dolce & Gabana black framed sunglasses appear. A girl can dream.

The long haired brunette slid her side bangs lightly away from her face and closed her eyes tight. Superpowers? she thought to herself. I must be hanging out too much with - A hand creeping around her stomach and tightening at her waist stopped her train of thought. Blair tensed at the unexpected coldness of fingers intertwining with the bottom of her t-shirt, exposing themselves to a small patch of flesh.

Blair opened her eyes and buried her face in the down pillow that felt so heavenly against her head. She braced herself for what she was about to do next. She gently pulled away the covers that were on top of her and swung one leg over her side of the bed. Just as she was about to sit up and push her feet to the ground a hand grabbed at her wrist.

"Where are you going?" the young twenty-something curly brown haired male croaked out groggily. Blair shut her eyes tightly again but opened them a fraction of a second later. "I just wanted to get my things, change into something more.. well more." she said looking down at her long t-shirt and the lack of material covering her legs. Dan Humphrey sat up on his elbows and rubbed his eyes. "You know I told you that you could borrow a pair of my sweats, I know you're not too knowledgeable of Brooklyn weather but it's hardly sweltering at night. In January."

Blair ran a finger through her hair. "Yeah well, better safe than sorry. Hives are the last thing my fair skin needs." she said getting up and touching her face before walking over to Dan's room. She treaded softly to his closet grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms that were hanging behind the closet door. She looked over to the bare spot where his bed used to sit. Then into the main room where his bed was now centered.

She came out of his room and held up the pair of sweats signaling that she was going to borrow them. Dan just nodded in affirmation. He took a moment to really open his eyes looking over to the window behind him. "Ah, that's bright." He said jerking his head the opposite direction. "I know, so much for that sweltering heat huh Humphrey?" Blair teased as she gathered her clothes from the night before and started to fold them neatly setting them inside her Chanel canvas bag. "You don't have to go, you know. I was just gonna make some coffee. I even have Hazelnut this time." Dan said from across the room, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. Blair bit her lip as she pondered whether or not staying would be a good idea.

"You can take it to go if you like?" he offered holding up a large cup and a lid. He could tell by the look on her face that she was contemplating, and most likely she was planning to bolt. "If you don't like hazelnut, I have cinnamon.." Dan pleaded teasingly giving her a slight smirk. Blair stopped what she was doing and rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, but I want hazelnut." She watched as he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard above him and filled it with cereal. She walked over to the bar stool that sat in front of the counter and took a seat. Dan started the coffee pot, then returned back to his bowl of cereal facing Blair from the other side of the counter.

"You know, I can wash your clothes from last night so you don't have to go home in my pj's. I mean, I think those are from a department store. Sears and Blair Waldorf doesn't exactly flow naturally in the same sentence." Blair looked down at her t-shirt and sweats and shuddered. "Sears? Really Dan? Your father married Lily Van Der woodsen, and you couldn't even make the upgrade to Macy's?" Now it was Dan's turn to roll his eyes. "Hey, they're just pajama's okay, and they were pre-Van Der woodsen. And I think it's time for you to cut me some slack and give it a rest on the fashion insults. I mean, I do know who Hugo Boss is now."

Blair stifled a grin. He had a point. His stint at W served him well. He's probably the only straight man in Brooklyn who could point out a pair of Marc Jacobs sling backs. "It's fine, I already called Dorota to let her know to let me in the back gate instead of the front. Last thing I need is to be Spotted in Dan Humphrey's gym clothes on Gossip Girl. Besides I have all my clothes dry cleaned.. and I doubt I'll run into anyone I know on my way out of Brooklyn."

Thwack! Was the sound of the door closing shut in the Humphrey loft. Blair looked up from her coffee to Dan, catching him as he paused mid-sip. They both tensed, either of them too scared to glance over towards the door. Ben Sharp walked in slowly, a look of surprise and confusion on his face. "Blair, I did-didn't know you were here." he said wearily casting a side glance to Dan. Dan avoided his gaze only to be met by Blair's. Blair looked up at Dan and shut her eyes for a quick moment before turning to face Ben. "Ben! Yes, I was here getting Humphrey's help on a paper I had written for my English Lit class." Blair said sipping her coffee casually not missing a beat.

"Yeah, because I'm a writer." Dan piped in nodding and immediately dropped his head down feeling like an idiot. Blair looked at him quizzically before turning to face Ben. "I was just on my way out. " she said trying to force a genuine smile his way. She went across the room, grabbed her Chanel bag and thanked her lucky stars that she had a few pages of notes inside. Slinging the bag over her shoulder and retrieving the notes she walked back over to the island and handed the papers to Dan.

"Here you go, I'll get them from you later?" she told him more than asked him. Dan only shook his head, surprised she actually came up with materials to support her alibi. "Okay, thanks for the coffee." She said nonchalantly and gave a tight smile over to Ben before making her way to the door and lightly shutting it behind her. Dan looked at Ben and could see he was trying to process what he just saw. Dan busied himself with clearing the kitchen, hoping he could get the hell out of there without looking too suspicious.

"So.. you and Blair.. hang out now?" Dan froze in mid clean up not knowing how to go about answering that question. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it realizing he really wasn't sure what he was going to say. At that Ben raised his eyebrows slightly. "You know we're civil and every now and then we help each other out with school or work stuff but I wouldn't say we hang out or anything." Dan replied finally, hoping that he came off casual, despite completely failing to do so.

"Right. So she just needed help with her paper.." Ben said almost as if he was trying to see if saying it outloud would make it sound more convincing. "Right." Dan replied confidently. "And she just decided to borrow a t-shirt and a pair of sweats because-" "Because when I offered her some coffee I accidently spilled some on her outfit and felt bad, so I let her borrow some clothes." Dan managed to sputter out, a hint of shock in his tone as the amazement of him coming up with something so quickly that seemed almost halfway legitimate left him both impressed and relieved. "And the bed being unmade on both sides.." Ben trailed off hoping he would see where he was going with this.

Dan's eyes immediately flew to the bed. He had to admit, it did look a bit.. disgruntled. Dan glanced over to Ben and his eyes widened at the look of accusation that he was being given. "What? You think- me and Blair- No way.." Dan was visibly frustrated. Mostly because he was being accused of sleeping with Blair Waldorf and partly because he hadn't. Though before he could even begin to think up a reason to explain himself without Blair and bed being in the same sentence, Ben interrupted his thoughts. "You know what man, this isn't really my business. It's cool." He said walking into the kitchen.

Dan wasn't ready to dismiss the conversation, afraid that leaving it on that note was only going to stir up trouble; he needed to do some damage control. "No, it's okay. I know it's weird.. but honestly it's not anything like that. I swear. With everything that's happened in the last two years – going to NYU together, working at W, everything with.. Juliet.." he paused when Ben noticeably flinched at the brunette's name. Dan sighed before he continued. "We've just grown to.. tolerate each other. We're not on opposing teams anymore – I mean we both care about Serena obviously.."

Dan made sure to emphasize to let him know that there were absolutely no intentions of hurting his ex-girlfriend and to also remind him that he hasn't forgotten about everything that took place the past couple months, courtesy of the Sharp family. "..Nate is one of my best friends, I can be in the same room as Chuck Bass without punching him in the face.. I've grown. Which means I can be in the presence of Blair Waldorf without world war three breaking out. I guess what I'm trying to say is, we… don't hate each other." Dan paused, waiting for Ben's reaction. He initially gave the speech to convince Ben, but by the end it felt as if he was trying to convince himself.

Ben just nodded in understanding but didn't say a word, instead he glanced over to the bed that was in the middle of the living room instead of Dan's bedroom and sighed. "Hey man, I've been meaning to tell you sorry about this whole re-modeling mess. If I knew it was going to inconvenience you this much I definitely would've told Lily no when she brought it up." He said looking slightly embarrassed.

Ever since Serena suggested to Rufus to have Ben stay in the loft with Dan, Lily had gone out of her way to make things right with him in her own way. One of them being, offering to remodel the loft for Ben's stay. A few things had stopped working correctly and had been affected by wear and tear over the years and she wanted to make his stay as comfortable as possible considering everything she put him through and that jail was anything but comfortable. She also slightly did it for Dan, who was basically forced into living with his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend. Nothing more uncomfortable than that.

"It's okay, Lily's just being.. Lily. For what it's worth, she really does feel bad about everything. She's ready to accept the consequences of her actions, and she really wants to make things up to you. This is just the only way she knows how." Dan replied sincerely. Ben just shrugged. The subject of Lily was still a sensitive one, he wasn't exactly over his anger towards her but he realized being angry wasn't going to solve anything, it wouldn't take things back and it would only complicate things in his already complicated relationship with Serena.

"Well, I still wanted to apologize. I'm basically imposing and it probably doesn't help that your bedroom is now your living room. And me being here with Serena.. I'm really not trying to make things awkward." He said wholeheartedly. Dan lightly winced. "Yeah, I know man. Look don't worry about it. Things happen.. It's cool." At this point all Dan wanted to do was move on from the subject. "Well, I'm gonna go get some rest, got a cater waiter gig tonight, but I'll see you later." Ben said patting him on the back. Dan just nodded distractedly. He couldn't really think about Ben and Serena right now. Everything he was feeling lead him to one thought. What is Blair Waldorf thinking?


Blair crept up her staircase as quietly as she could she didn't want to wake Cyrus or her mother. She made it to her room and opened her door and instantly turned around to shut it as lightly as she could. "Oh, thank God." She whispered to herself. The last thing she needed to be explaining to her mother is why she was waltzing in at 9am. She covered her eyes with her face and sank backwards against the door. When she uncovered her eyes she found Dorota staring at her.

"Ohmygod. Dorota! What the hell are you doing in here?" Blair shrieked as she put her hand on her heart and started looking around the room for where she could've came from. "I hide in your closet until you get back." Dorota exclaimed. "Why were you hiding in my closet?" Blair asked annoyed. "The question should be why are you coming home at 9 o'clock am." Blair rolled her eyes and went over to her bed and put down her Chanel bag. "That's none of your business." She said sauntering over to her closet for a change of clothes. "I think Ms. Blair do walk of shame. " Dorota continued following her over to the closet. "And I think you walk from Brooklyn." Dorota said pointing an accusing finger. Blair just snorted. "That's a pretty long walk don't you think?" Dorota glared at Blair as she sifted through her clothes non-chalantly.

"You've been spending lots of time with Mr. Humphrey, don't think I don't notice." Blair frowned wanting her to go away. "So what, he's been helping me with writing my papers and he helped me at W. We're nothing more than… friends. Kind of." She replied pulling out a pink and white Marchesa summer dress. "Friends that stay up all night and come back wearing Lonely boy's t-shirt?" Dorota asked arching an eyebrow.

"Coffee was spilt on my original ensemble, so he offered to lend me something to wear instead and considering he doesn't own anything other than flannel t-shirts and the L.L. Bean catalog this was the best he could manage. He was being a gentleman Dorota. Say what you want about Humphrey but he's always been chivalrous." She said taking a seat at the head of her bed. Dorota walked over and stood in front of where she sat. "Was Mr. Humphrey chivalrous last night." she asked her eyes darting from the bed to Blair.

Blair scrunched up her nose in confusion. "Last night?" she asked not understanding. Blair followed Dorota's eyes from the bed back to her. "Eww. Dorota! No. I mean yes. I mean… there was nothing to be chivalrous about because we fell asleep – I fell asleep. On the couch."

It wasn't technically a lie, they-she had fallen asleep on the couch. But the last time that happened her back was sore all the next day and she threatened that if he ever let that happen again she would sell Cedric his cabbage patch doll on e-bay. So last night he had carried her over to the bed. She knew this because in mid-lift she socked him in the eye, she thought he might've been an attacker coming to abduct her in her sleep. She was in Brooklyn after all. But there was no way she was going to let Dorota know that she slept in the same bed as Dan Humphrey. More than once. Twice. More than twice. In a week. For the past six weeks.

"Ms. Blair be careful. I don't want to see same thing happen like with Mr. Chuck." Dorota said unconvinced. "Please Dorota, Humphrey is not going to trade me for a hotel. Besides he doesn't have a hotel to trade. And nobody would ever even consider what he'd have on the table for that loft." She replied with over-exaggerated disgust. "You know what I mean." She said placing a hand on Blair's shoulder. Blair quickly waved her hand away.

"Well you don't have anything to worry about because nothing is going on with me and Humphrey. " Blair said a matter of factly. She got up from the bed and went into her bathroom, stopping at the bathroom sink to look at her reflection in the mirror. Dorota grabbed the Marchesa dress off the bed and followed her to the bathroom. "Yes, Ms. Blair. But the question is, is that what Mr. Humphrey wants?" Dorota said handing her the dress and quietly walking away. Blair took the dress and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. What.


Later that night Blair found herself tossing and turning in her bed unable to sleep. The last thing Dorota said kept playing over and over in her head. I mean, what was Humphrey thinking? Blair thought about how when they are in bed and his hand snakes around her waist and stays there for the rest of the night. She figured he did that out of habit, you know for when he was cuddled up with Cedric… or Sere- It was just a habit he had, an automatic reflex. But the one thing that bothered her was that … deep down, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down.. if she really admitted it to herself- and only herself- she found herself slightly turned on by it.

But it could be because she was having somewhat of a dry spell. Yes, Blair Waldorf was having a dry spell. But it was because Blair Waldorf only sleeps with men she's dating and has feelings for and the last person she dated was Chuck Bass and that ended… badly. So suffice to say she wasn't exactly in a hurry to get back on the dating horse. But even so, a girl still had needs. And obviously it had gotten pretty bad if Humphrey was eliciting any type of excitement.

Still, she wasn't going to deny the fact that it had been atleast six months since she had sex and every once in awhile she wished that she could change that. But she wasn't Serena Van Der woodsen, she didn't just pick a boy for the week to fall in love with. She usually opted for something long term and there was a process to it all, she had standards.

But even though there was no one fitting of those standards at the moment, she still found herself wanting the touch of a man, it didn't surprise her that Humphrey's arm around her waist set of theslightest of sexual triggers. He isHumphrey, but he's still a man. But it was nothing other than the fact that he was purely a male that she felt any of these things. But why was it that Humphrey was feeling all these things? Was Humphrey feeling these things?

It was a dimly lit ballroom; there was a glass chandelier that hung over the middle of the dance floor, white crème curtains billowed from the light breeze of the night, the black and white checkered tiles were filled with couples dancing close. It was beautiful.

The moon shined bright overhead and it's shadow shone through the open spaces around the room. Blair stood atop the long staircase where the room began, watching the others down below. She was wearing a white Greek tunic Vivian Westwood dress with one strap over the shoulder and a small ruffled train trailing behind her. She wore diamond drops on her ears and an understated string of tiny pearls around her neck. She looked around the room in awe.

Everything was wonderful, the night was perfect, the atmosphere was enchanting, and she never felt more elegant in her life. There was something special in the air, and it couldn't be missed. She scanned the crowd until her eyes fell on one figure. He was coming towards the center of the room when he stopped when he saw her. Her breath caught in her throat. He donned a classic tux, complete with matching dress shoes, his trademark 5 o'clock shadow, and his hair was slightly curled at the top just how she liked it. She'd never seen a more beautiful man.

He smirked up at her from below and headed towards the bottom of the steps. She felt a surge of excitement just then, quickly pulling up her train and making her way over to the top of the stairs. She reached her destination to find him at the bottom of the staircase. He smiled at her, looking into her eyes to let her know that he was ready.

Blair exhaled a breath and gave him a quick smile in return and slowly made her way down the pearl white staircase. As she came down, their eyes remained only on each other, a smile wanting to break free of her lips to match the one on his. When she finally reached the bottom, they faced one another with merely one step in between them. "Mademoiselle" he said as he bowed to her on one knee, one arm out. Blair felt a blush creep up on her cheeks as she smiled and curtsied. He held out his hand for her to take it, and she put her hand in his. He slowly kissed the back of her hand then offered his arm to which she gracefully accepted. Before they could make it even two steps she realized "I'm A Fool To Want You" by Billie Holiday was playing.

"Care for a dance?" he asked her simply. She looked at him and around the room then nodded her head giddily. He almost wanted to laugh, the cuteness of her enthusiasm causing him to widen his smile. He swung her to his left so that she ended up in front him and placed his hand on the small of her back . Blair clasped a hand through his free one and they danced slowly not taking their eyes off each other. She took in all that was around her, the room, the people dancing beside them, the romantic night sky, she was in heaven. Then her eyes brought her back to what was in front of her.

"You look exquisite tonight." He whispered his face only inches from hers. She almost wanted to cry as she heard the words come out of his mouth. She looked up to him, "Me.. you.. you look breathtaking." She said genuinely. He licked his lips and she felt every ounce of her body melt. He slowly pulled her closer, "Well, if I want to take anyone's breath away, I only want it to be yours." he said into her ear, almost below a whisper the roughness in his voice sending goose bumps from her shoulder down to her back. Blair laid her head on his shoulder not being able to hold the intense eye contact, if she had to look into his eyes any longer she was sure she would die.

They stayed that way for awhile, dancing close, both of their eyes closed. A minute or so goes by until the song has finished and Blair hears the most recognizable instrumental known to man. She feels him pull her even closer, his lips touching the top of her hair, his fingers now making circles on her lower back. "…At last... my love has come along, my lonely days are over.." Etta James' voice made its way onto the ballroom floor. The ministrations on her lower back were driving her crazy and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep it together. He felt her shudder in his arms and it took everything in him to keep his hands in an appropriate position.

He slowly moved his hand from her back up to her shoulder, and let his other cup her chin. Blair looked up somewhat startled by his actions. Before she could react he was crashing her lips with his. His lips felt course against the softness of her mouth but his kiss was tender and filled with want. They broke apart with lust filled gazes on each of their faces. Blair took a deep breath. "Why don't we slip away for a bit." She proposed feeling a bit forward. He looked down at her eager to follow her wherever she wanted to go. "Lead the way."

She took his hand and guided him up the staircase. She led him down the long hallway until she reached the end and entered the last room on the left. She shut the door behind her and found him looking out the long window on the side of the room. She walked quietly to where he was standing, he had his back to her and she gently took his right hand into hers. He stayed where he stood only slightly glancing over his shoulder. "I've been wanting this for so long, but I've been too afraid to have it.." she said in a tiny voice. He paused for a moment but then turned to face her. "Are you afraid now?" he asked with concern. Blair looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes." she replied firmly.

They held each other's gaze for a moment before Blair moved forward and kissed him hastily on the lips. His hands found their way around her waist around the same time his lips had separated by the force of her ministrations, begging for tongue's entrance. They moved together in rhythmic motion, their tongues dancing together as they found themselves settling onto the bed. He laid her down slowly while peppering kisses down her neck. Blair moaned in response, a myriad of scenarios running through her brain. She wanted this, she wanted this more than anyone could imagine. His lips made his way to her shoulders making sure he didn't miss an inch of her. All she wanted was for him to slip off her dress and be covered in nothing but him.

She reached for his collar but he stopped her cautiously pushing her hand away from it. "Blair, are you sure? We don't have to – I mean, I don't want to cross any lines you're not willing to." Blair kissed him forcefully on the mouth. "No. I want this." She moved her hands to the side of her dress and he watched her as the zipper went down further and further. Within seconds she was out of the dress and revealed a dark and light grey patterned lace corset with matching panties underneath. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the view, she was more stunning than he had previously envisioned. Blair laid back on the bed giving him the clear to come join her.

He made his way over to her kissing her cheek, the nape of her neck , until he reached her collarbone. "Blair." he breathed out in between kisses. Blair let her head roll back, pleasureous moans escaping from her lips. He paused right at the center of her chest, "Blair are you sure?" this time he was asking only out of courtesy, his voice was filled with lust and he had no intentions of stopping if she said yes. "Yes." She half moaned giving him all the incentive he needed. He continued making his way down her chest, when he reached the top of her corset. He looked up into her eyes as if to silently ask permission but when he reached them they were closed, a look of pure bliss displayed across her face. Before she could realize what he was doing, she felt his mouth covering one of her breasts and both of her eyes immediately opened. "Oh, God. Dan..."

Blair sat upright in her bed, her shallow breathing shaking her from her dream. A cold sweat had formed on her back that was counteracted by the breeze coming from the opened window next to her bed. Blair sat up straight until her breathing returned to normal and she could think rational thoughts. Her eyes found their way over to her window, it was still dark. She wiped her face with the palm of her hand and exhaled a large breath. I just had a sex dream about Dan Humphrey. What the fu-

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