When looking back two, three years ago it was hard for her to believe that walking up the stairs in this building would become familiar to her, and even harder for her to believe it was comforting. When knocking on the big, rusty door, the sound that echoed reminded her of the other times that she had done so; whether it was manipulating Rufus because of Jenny or coming up with a scheme or it was because she needed a friend, strangely this place held a lot a memories. And it was odd that Blair Waldorf could ever feel this way about something in Brooklyn.
But Blair wasn't here to order a pizza and watch a movie, this time Blair was annoyed with him. He answered the door in one of many plaid shirts and cut offs due to the temperature. His face was a mixture of shock and happiness, but the main expression was fear.
"B-Blair. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at-"
"My engagement party? Correct Humphrey" she sneered as she shoved past him into the loft. "Where were you tonight?"
"Here. Doing some writing" he gestured to his laptop. "Even though that's probably a bad idea with the whole Inside thing, I was just inspired-"
"I don't care for your chit chat now Humphrey, why didn't you go?"
"To your party?" Dan questioned to which Blair rolled her eyes. "I... I don't know" was all he could think of.
"You don't know? You don't know? You knew how much I was dreading this party. You know how Louis' family has been giving me a hard time, especially his sister. You knew how much I needed you there so we could debate concepts behind films and plan our next museum dates. You know, do the Humphrey-Waldorf thing" she sighed as she sat onto the stool.
He immediately felt bad. "But you had Serena there and-"
"Serena!" She laughed sarcastically. She stood up back off the stool as if she were to leave. "Serena wouldn't have a clue what I was talking about, and she would be distracted by any good looking male there-" Dan was about to interrupt but her flared nostrils stopped him. "And before you say anything, Nate wouldn't have a clue either. Nor would Chuck" he cringed at the name. "Nor would anybody else in the room. And you didn't turn up to my engagement party!"
"Hey, I turned up to your first one and you didn't say a word to me. You were talking to Serena and I went over to the both of you and you could not have ducked away fast enough!"
"I had business to attend to!" she heard her voice raise, sudden anger inside her that now matched Dan's burning distaste.
"Oh sorry, I forgot that Blair Waldorf always has business to attend to. What if tonight you also had business to attend to and you just left me? Face it Waldorf, you use me"
"Use you? How dare you insinuate that I use you! First of all I would never use someone from Brooklyn-"
"Oh yeah 'cause Brooklyn is so terrible. I live in squalor" he spat. "Why do you think I'm dirt because I live on the opposite side of the bridge?"
"First of all, don't interrupt me again Humphrey. And why do I think that? You're wrong again. I used to think that about you but you changed my mind, hence what I was about to say when you accused me of using you. But you know what? You're just as arrogant, judgmental and self-absorbed as the people born and bred in the Upper East Side!" she yelled back at him. "And just for the record, I didn't use you. It takes all of me to say this, especially as it could be classed as a compliment which is something I don't do often, I enjoyed your company and I assumed you enjoyed mine too" he looked down at his shoes and then stared her in the eye, all of his anger from before dissolving. "But clearly my judgment was wrong" and she turned to open the door when she felt his hand on her arm. "What Humphrey?" and he didn't reply, just held tightly onto her arm.
She turned around to look at him in the eye and all of her misplaced anger faded away. Trying to act like she couldn't feel it, the connection between the two, she broke off the eye contact and lifted her chin up. "What do you want Humphrey?" she asked again and his grip became tighter.
"You" was all he said as he couldn't fight it any longer. He couldn't fight his desire, his want, his need for Blair Waldorf.
This response made Blair smile. A small sheepish smile that she quickly got under control and tried to keep a straight face but she realised she was happy to hear that Dan Humphrey from Brooklyn wanted her. But she couldn't dare want him back, could she?
She shrugged off his grip. "I have to go" she whispered and left the loft, leaving Dan silent. She was about to descend the stairs when she stopped. Did she really want Dan Humphrey? No, surely not. She was about to become a princess. A princess! She was engaged to a real life Prince! She looked at the Harry Winston on her finger and just stared at it, contemplating every decision made that led to that ring being on her finger. Without thinking she pulled off the ring and she felt a sense of release, a sense of freedom. She was almost twenty one years old, she wasn't old enough to get into a marriage. She placed the ring on the window sill and was about to descend the stairs when something stopped her. She sat on the step, alone, wondering what to do next.

It must've been about half an hour later when someone else was coming up the stairs, forcing Blair to straighten up. It was just a pizza delivery guy but her face was all over the newspapers and he must've known who she was.
"Yo, aren't you the bird marrying that Prince?" he asked. Blair was left dumbfounded, first of all being addressed by "yo" and also being called "bird".
"Yes I am" was all she could say. "Is that pizza for Dan Humphrey?" she asked him. He got out a piece of paper with details of his delivery.
"Erm, large gourmet pizza for a Mr. Dan Humphrey" and she smiled at the fact he ordered gourmet. At least she changed his taste for pizza.
"Do you mind if I deliver it to him?"
"Erm, alright. But I need him to give me the money..." he looked confused as a future princess got her purse out and gave him a fifty.
"Sorry, that's all I have. Just keep the change" she smiled and he handed the pizza box to her with a confused expression on his face.
"Alright... See ya I guess..." and he walked down the stairs to get back on his delivery bike.
The smell of the pizza was mouthwatering and she was starving. She sat on the step and quickly had a slice. Once finished she closed the box and walked over to his door and knocked for the second time tonight.
He opened the door, looking down at his wallet counting how much he had. "How much is it?" he asked, hoping a twenty would do.
"Free" she answered and he looked up at her. She once again pushed past him and put it on the counter. He gathered his thoughts but her lips pressed onto his before he could say any of them.
They moved in sync as they embraced. His hand instinctively moved into her hair and it reminded him of the first time they kissed, the moment when he realised he was "ass backwards crushing on Blair Waldorf" as Eric had phrased it.
Blair was the one to stop, as she was on the other two occasions. She smiled as she looked into his deep brown eyes and he smiled back.
"Waldorf" he laughed. "Did you eat a slice of my pizza?"