A/N: Hi! Another story from me! ;) (Well, my friend gave me this SL… I hope she likes it!)

A/N: This will only have short chapters as I don't want to add more twists than what the GG writers had already given us. I hope you enjoy! ;)

Confession

What am I doing?

The first question that popped into Dan's head when he realized he was the next one in line in the ticketing area to retrieve his ticket headed to France.

This was all Eric's fault. All the comments he made while they're in the Hamptons… Urging him to follow her… And even paying for the whole trip to his death.

He groaned to himself. He knew deep within his heart that he wanted this. Because if he doesn't, he wouldn't be here in the first place.

He straightened his shoulders and walked up to the ticket agent. Getting hold of his ticket, he breathed deeply.

Now or never.

He picked up his small bag, knowing that he'll only be staying there for 3 days at most, and made his way towards the plane.

The travel to Monaco was the longest Dan had in his whole life. Not because it's his first time nor the fact that he had to transfer from a plane to a helicopter just to get there; but because no matter how long the travel was, he still couldn't come up what to say to her when he sees her.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he went to the hotel Eric reserved for him. As if on cue, the guy in question called him up.

"Have you talked to her?"

Those were the words that greeted Dan when he answered the call.

"Not yet," Dan said simply.

"What? Where are you?"

"At the hotel."

"What are you doing there?"

"I'm still thinking of what to say to her."

Dan heard an exasperated sigh on the other side of the phone. "Dan, you don't need to formulate a speech. Just come up to her and tell her you love her."

"I don't think I love her…" Dan trailed off.

"Yeah, whatever. Keep telling that to yourself. And when you're done –" Eric paused. "Listen, Dan, you don't have a lifetime to think about this. She has a prince with her right now. Act fast."

Then, the line was cut.

Dan sat on the edge of his bed and placed both hands on his face. A few minutes later, his mind was resolved. He grabbed the hotel keys, his wallet and phone and took off.

Dan had a hard time finding a way to reach the Prince's Palace especially since he doesn't know how to speak their language. He was thankful when a group of teenagers who can speak and understand English led him to a bus stop that will take him there. Climbing up the bus, they told him to follow the posted signs once he reached the last stop.

As he drew nearer to the palace, Dan became anxious. No words are getting to his head and he doesn't even know how to approach her. These thoughts were interrupted when one of the guards told him that the palace was still closed and he was 30 minutes early for its opening time.

Confused as to what the guards said to him, Dan loitered outside the palace grounds and waited patiently. When the gates were finally opened, he realized that he was joined by several people.

A woman in her 30s ushered them inside and began to talk about Monaco's history.

"What's happening?" Dan said out loud.

A teenager turned her head to him and said, "Hi! Are you a tourist as well? We're going to tour the Palace's State Apartments."

Dan's brows furrowed. "State Apartments?"

"Yes," the teenager answered tentatively. "You're here without knowing what you'd be doing?"

"Oh, uhh, not really," Dan answered. He faked a smile. "You go ahead. I'm going to stay at the back."

The girl looked at her suspiciously but left him alone afterwards.

Dan's head was spinning. What does Eric want him to do with a tour of the Prince's Palace? Shaking his head roughly and raking his face with his hand and then his hair, he followed the group.

Although the sight and architecture of the palace is captivating, Dan couldn't help but feel that he shouldn't be having this tour. His main purpose of flying to Monaco was to see Blair and not for any leisure activities.

Entering the Hercule Gallery, everyone is awed to see the different kinds of mythological figure lining on the walls. The people scattered looking at the figures more clearly; this gave Dan the opportunity to approach the Guide.

"Excuse me," Dan said, the woman smiled at him. "I'm here to speak with Blair Waldorf. She's the fiancée of –"

"Ms. Blair?"

"Yes. Ms. Blair," Dan said, relieved that this wouldn't be difficult as he thought.

The woman frowned. "Does she know you, sir?"

"Yes," Dan nodded.

The Guide went outside the door but returned immediately. "Can we have your name, sir? We need to confirm your presence to Ms. Blair."

"Oh, yes, of course. My name's Dan. Dan Humphrey."

The woman nodded and went outside again for a few minutes. When she came back, she was accompanied by a younger woman. The latter moved towards Dan and led him to a new room.

"Please make yourself comfortable. Ms. Blair will be here shortly," the younger woman said, curtsying before walking out of the door and closing it.

Dan looked around the room. He suddenly became aware of how different Blair's life was in the UES compared to what she will be having here. He had half a mind to get out of here and get back to New York before she shows up. He stared down at the marble floor and steeled himself to stay; she has the right to know.

Dan snapped his head up when he heard the door open. He saw the one person plaguing his mind – and heart – for the last few weeks.

Blair Waldorf.

"Dan?" Blair asked, her face registered in shock.

"Blair," Dan breathed. She looked stunning in her white sundress.

Blair walked towards him as he stood up from the couch.

"What are you doing here?" Blair asked again. She sat down and motioned for Dan to do the same. She began to bombard him with questions. "We were just on the phone days ago. Did something happen? Are you with Eric? Rufus? Lily?"

Dan chuckled lightly. "No, nothing happened; and no, I'm not with anyone," he replied as he shook his head.

"Then why are you here?" Blair said with eyebrows knitted together.

Dan's anxiousness returned with nervousness added onto it. What should he say to start the conversation?

"The kiss," he blurted out softly.

"The kiss?" Blair repeated, eyebrows raised.

Dan mentally berated himself. Of all the things to say… He inwardly sighed. "Yes. Our first kiss… I just – I just wanted to tell you that –"

"That the kiss meant nothing," Blair finished. "You already told me that. You flew all the way to Monaco just to repeat them?"

"No, Blair, listen. That kiss – that kiss didn't mean nothing to me. The truth is… It meant everything," Dan confessed as he looked at her straight in the eye.

Dan was so sure that Blair's eyes widened, even if slightly. He continued to explain. "I realized that –"

Blair cut him off. "Why are you telling me this now?" she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Because, Blair, I think –" Dan paused as he took a deep breath. "Blair, I think I'm falling in love with you."

A/N: So… What do you think? :)