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"Oh for crying out loud, Humphrey!" As soon as their lips collided, they felt it. There was a spark of electricity that exploded inside the both of them. Before they knew it, Blair's hands had traveled up to his neck, clasping them tightly together, bringing him as close as he could possibly get. He took this as permission to hold her, too. He grabbed her hips and gently picked her up, making her moan into his mouth. He placed her on the piano and she wrapped her legs around him.

When she started to reach for the buttons on his shirt, they heard the elevator ding. Within a second, they were apart, on separate parts of the room. Blair quickly fixed her hair as she heard the voice of her best friend, Serena call her name "Blair?" Dan's eyes went wide, as did Blair's. "Blair? Are you here? I need your help."

She could hear the fear in Serena's voice. She motioned for Dan to hide, but he refused, and followed her over to the elevator. "S? Is that you?"

Serena peeked her head out of the elevator. "B, it's Chuck. He's with me but he won't get up." Her eyes narrowed when she noticed Dan. "Maybe you can do something."

Blair awkwardly nodded her head. "I'll try." As she walked over to the elevator, Dan tried his hardest not to check her out. He stared up to the ceiling, but got a quick glance as she arrived at the elevator. "Chuck? What's going on with you?" She knelt down next to him and took his hand in hers.

"It's my-my dad. It was my dad!" He practically screamed the last part. "He's a murderer, a filthy, lying, murderer. And I wanted to be like him!" He tried getting up, but stumbled a little bit. Blair took his arm and threw it around her shoulder, but she wasn't strong enough to carry him by herself. Without even asking or looking, Dan helped her.

Her head was still spinning from what almost happened earlier. She was pretty quiet, not knowing what to say or think. Serena followed them upstairs as they placed Chuck on Blair's bed. They all turned to leave, but Chuck grabbed Blair's hand. Dan gave her a look that she had no idea how to comprehend. "Stay with him Blair. I want to talk to Dan anyway."

Dan's eyebrows shot up as Serena said this, and she took his hand, pulling him into her room. Blair sat there with a very drunk Chuck Bass, wishing they'd never come into the apartment. She was wishing that she went to Dan's loft instead of him coming to her place. Her hand found her temple, and she rubbed it furiously. She cannot have feelings for Dan Humphrey.

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Dan sat on Serena's bed as she excused herself to go to the ladies room. He looked around the room, nothing had really changed since he'd last been there. He thought about Blair's room, and how he'd much rather be in there with her. Preferably on her bed, with her. In between the sheets, with her. He shook his head trying to shake the thought away. Sure, he'd been thinking about her a lot lately. She's amazing and beautiful and smart and funny. The list goes on and on, but the most important fact, is that she's nothing like he thought she was.

All of these years when they hated each other, they didn't know each other. What if he was with Serena all of this time when he should've been with her? And the same with her and Chuck. What if they're the ones who are meant to be?

He was taken out of his trans when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and looked at the new text message he had.

"I think we need to talk. - Blair"

He quickly texted her back, checking to make sure Serena wasn't out yet, because he was sure that he was smiling like a little school girl.

"How fast can you get out of there?"

Within a matter of seconds, she texted him back.

"Already gone, on my way to your loft. The question is, how long are you gonna let Serena lead you on for?"

He furrowed his eyebrows when he read this, but was intterupted with his thoughts on this when Serena finally came out of the bathroom, wearing hardly anything. He stared at her for a long time, but it wasn't what he remembered. He didn't need nor did her want her anymore. He'd moved on.

He turned his head quickly away from her and got up from her bed. "Listen, I've really got to go. My dad wants to talk to me."

"Oh well I'll go with you. I wanted to talk to Rufas anyway." He held up a hand, stopping her from moving.

"No, no. It's fine, I think I'd better do this alone." She nodded her head, not saying a word. He walked out, smiling all the way to Brooklyn.

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Dan practically ran up to his loft, quickly opening the doors. He saw no signs of anybody being there. "Blair? Are you here?" He walked around, checking the rooms, not seeing her anywhere. "I guess not." He whispered to himself, a bit disappointed.

He dropped down on the couch and perched his feet on the coffee table, relaxing himself. He finally had a little time to think. Did he like Blair? The answer was pretty obvious, even if he opposed to it. He didn't wish for this to happen, but he's glad it did. He sees her in an all new light and he can't believe what he's been missing.

After ten minutes of sitting alone, he pulled out his phone and decided to call her. As if on cue, he heard to door open. "Humphrey? Are you here yet?" He turned around to see Blair with a few bags in her hands. He thought about how she said yet, but dropped it when he saw the smile on her face. God, it was breathtaking.

She put the bags on the table and sat in one of the bar seats, waiting for him to walk over. When he did, he reached for one of the bags, but she quickly smacked his hand away. "Ouch Waldorf, a little more gentle please."

Her face was serious as she looked at him. "Did you sleep with her?"

He practically choked on air as she said this and looked at her face for a sign, but saw nothing. "I'm sorry, what?"

She stood up from her seat and walked over to him, coming within a close proximity, but stopped so that they still couldn't touch each other at all. "I was here for a little while longer than I wish I could've been, waiting for you to come, but you never did. I know how S is when she's vulnerable. And I also know how you are when you're with her."

Dan reached for her hand and the touch gave them small shocks. He stared into her eyes for a long time, and when he didn't say anything, he saw them start to water a little bit. "No, I didn't sleep with her."

She quickly pulled her hand away and ran it through her hair, walking back to her chair. She let out a sigh. "Well, that's very good. Because for a moment I thought that you may have forgotten what had happened earlier." They were both silent for a moment, and Dan contemplated walking over to her and just ripping her clothes off. After much thought, he decided against it, as much as he wanted to do it.

"So, what's in the bags?" He asked, coughing slightly in order to clear his throat to talk.

"Oh right. Well, I walked in here, and got hungry while I was waiting for you, so I walked to the little deli down the street, which was surprisingly still open at this hour, and picked up a few things." She pulled out cold-cuts and Dan just stared with his eyes wide. This was not like her. "I know what you're thinking, and do not look at me like that." She said jokingly as she placed to meat and rolls on the table. "I just figured, I'm friends with this guy from Brooklyn, I might as well eat what people from Brooklyn eat." She smirked at him.

Still, he stopped really hearing what she was saying after the word 'friends.' What did this mean? "Blair, friends?"

She nodded her head as if there was nothing wrong with what she said. "Yes, just friends. Now how about you pop in a movie and I make some sandwiches."

He quickly removed her hands from the meat and gently pushed her towards the TV. "I do not trust you with food, especially mediocre food. You pick the movie, I'll make the food." She sighed a little, but didn't really mind the trade off. He smiled to himself as he watched her serious face looking for a movie. They were not just friends, at least he didn't want them to just be friends..

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Halfway through Breakfast at Tiffany's, they had their plates to the side and Blair was asleep on Dan's shoulder. He looked at the clock and saw the it was 2 AM, there was no way that Blair would be going back to the city by herself at this time of night, he wouldn't let her. He picked her up, she stirred a little but didn't fully wake up. He walked over to his bedroom and gently placed her on his bed. For a minute or two, he just stood over her, watching her sleeping figure. Soon enough he walked out of the room, giving her peace, and passed out on the couch.

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About an hour later, he felt a hand slap his chest, waking him up. He saw lights on and a very angry Blair standing over him. He sat up quickly, realizing that he was in trouble. "What the hell, Humphrey?" He didn't know what to say, so he just looked at her. Her hair was a mess from sleeping on it, and her clothes looked slightly sideways, not the way that they looked before he put her to bed. He smiled a little at the sight, this was something that he could definitely get used to.

"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to explain how I got in your bed?" Still thinking of the words to say, he couldn't. For a writer, he wasn't doing to well. He knew what he wanted to say, but to actually say them to Blair Waldorf? He couldn't. At least not yet. Instead, he did the most daring thing he has ever done: He reached for her hand and pulled her on top of him, kissing the hell out of her.

Her eyes were wide, and she was angry. But she got those familiar sparks and felt the butterflies in her stomach and quite frankly, she just didn't give a shit about what his social standing was anymore. She liked him, and she was done hiding that from herself. He ran her hands through his hair and started kissing him back with passion. After a minute, she got up from him, leaving him very disappointed. But when he saw her bite her lip and reach out for his hand, all was forgiven.

She led him into his bedroom and threw him down on the bed, straddling his hips. She reached to take her shirt off, but he stopped her. "Blair.."

"Shut up, Humphrey." She practically screamed as she attacked his lips again.

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The next morning when Dan woke up, he noticed the opposite side of his bed was empty. He sat up quickly, scared that that was the last time he'd ever see Blair. That she would never want to talk to him again and say that this was all his fault. Before he could fully freak out though, he noticed a note on his nightstand. He picked it up and read it to himself.

'Humphrey, before you freak out, like I know you're already doing, S called and need my help with something. But I was thinking that we could possibly meet for a coffee later this afternoon? Call me. - Waldorf'

He smiled at the use of their last names and reached for his phone to call her.

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He was already at the cafe, away from the UES, he might add, an hour before that had to meet. He didn't want to risk being late at all. When she finally came in, his face lit up, as did hers when she saw him. He pulled her seat out for her and she smiled at him, thanking him silently.

For a moment it was quiet. But it wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was just the opposite. Them just being in company with one another was enough. Dan broke the silence though, deciding they needed to clear some stuff up. "Blair, before you say anything to stop me, just let me say this." She nodded her head. "I like you. And I know that we're supposedly 'not friends' but it's not like that for me. I like you, and I want you, more than you'll ever know."

She stared at him for a little while, as if she was shocked that he actually liked her. Very quietly and quickly, she added, "I like you too."

Dan smirked to himself, deciding to tease her a little bit. "I'm sorry, what?" She stared at him with warning wide eyes, and he placed a finger to his ear. "I didn't hear you, could you repeat that?"

"I like you too!" Some people turned around as she shouted this, but there was nobody in the cafe that could report any of this to Gossip Girl, which was her biggest worry.

"That's what I thought you said, I just wanted to clarity." He smirked at her and cautiously reached for her hand, seeing if she would allow it. When she did, he gripped it a little tighter.

"I, too, just want to clarify one thing." He nodded his head, scared of what she was going to say. "I want to keep us a secret. For the sake of Serena and Chuck and-"

"Deal." He said without even thinking.

"Really? I thought you would oppose to that."

"Are you disappointed that I didn't?" He asked with an eyebrow shooting up.

"No, not at all. I'm glad you understand." For a while, they sat at the cafe, free from the UES, free from life at all. They could just be them, out in the open and it was great. But it wouldn't be that way for long.

Okay, this is my first Gossip Girl fanfiction. I'm in love with the Dair relationship, so I just had to write a story about it. This is going to be 5 chapters long, one for each of the new episodes. I'm sticking with stuff I heard in spoilers.

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