Title: Beginnings
Author: kendy
Pairing: implied Nate/Dan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Disclaimer: Gossip Girl's not mine, thanks!
Author Notes: First attempt at GG fic. Well, drabble. It is loosely based in season one, no real spoilers or time line made!

"God, so glad to be out of there." The words slipped out of Nate's mouth as he quickly bounded down the steps of St. Jude's. The weekend was finally here, thank god, and he was going to spend the days blissfully alone, not listening to a single request from anyone. His phone was going to be forgotten in his bag, his room locked from the inside with (four) locks and his iPod attached to his ears.

Nothing could stop his plans now.

"Hey, Nate!"

Except maybe one person.

"Hey, Dan," Nate answered, voice sounding resigned. He stopped, waiting for the other man to catch up with him. Nate's hand went to the tie around his neck, and he started to pull it loose. It caught, and he struggled with it for a second, before another set of hands settled on top of his.

"Let me," Dan said, quietly, and Nate looked up, breath catching in his throat. Dan didn't meet his gaze, and continued to speak; ignoring the way Nate was staring at him. "Listen, I wouldn't normally ask this -- but my dad's going out of town, and Jenny convinced him to let her stay with Blair --" at his words, Dan snorted -- "so I was going to be alone, but then he chose this weekend to have the exterminator come over and spray for bugs Jenny INSISTED she spotted."

Nate knew what was coming. He could hear the hesitation in Dan's voice, but he could also feel the heat of Dan's hands through his shirt as his fingers brushed against him as they struggled with Nate's knotted tie.

Nate looked away, unable to look him in the face as he agreed.

"--So, I was wondering if you minded me crashing with you for the weekend?"

The sound of silence was quickly disappearing from the weekend's plans, but one of Dan's hands had found its way to his chest, and was running light circles against him, and Nate could only nod, not speaking.

"Thanks, man," Dan said, sounding relieved. "I'll go pack and come over tonight."

"Tonight," Nate echoed, and watched as Dan moved away, a slight hop to his step. Dan glanced over his shoulder, and caught Nate's look, and gave him a cheeky little smile and waved a small piece of fabric at him -- and for the briefest moment -- Nate wondered if this had just been a set up for something else. He quickly dismissed the thought. This was Dan, not Chuck.

His hand came up to remove the tie, and found it missing, and Nate's gaze returned to where Dan was getting further away.

Maybe the weekend had promise after all, he thought and began the trek home. One way or another.