AN/ So, this short drabble kind of came to me when I saw the most recent preview for Gossip Girl, 4x18...I didn't place it with my other prediction story because it felt different than my usual writing, and I plan on continuing that one with more detail from the promos. I'm waiting until a few more spoilers/pictures/peeks come out before I go ahead on that one, but for now...

For the first time in her life Blair watched the dark haired man with a sort of detachment. As he stood in front of her, trying to convince her that she was the only one who understood him, that they were destined for each other, that they could build their futures together... all she saw was his hypocrisy. Her brief feelings of anger and disgust were quickly replaced by pity. Pity for her former self, for believing all his lies, pity for Chuck and the fact that he'd never change. For the first time in her life Blair looked at Chuck and felt no sorrow, no longing, no love, nothing but a sad sort of pity. Her tone was cool, clipped and impersonal when she rejected his offer. She made no excuses and when he asked what had changed, when he asked about the fate of their "destiny," she told him a vague truth. This kiss, and the events leading up to it, had changed her. She knew that he would get all Sherlock Holmes in his quest to find the truth but frankly, she didn't give a damn.

Their destinies were not intertwined and she would go on doing whatever she wanted with her life, Chuck Bass be damned.

"This is the first time I've ever seen you pass up a chance to save Serena..."
Dan cocked his head to the side in contemplation, yes, he supposed his young step-brother was right. He didn't feel particularly sad or happy at that realization. He assumed that this was a groundbreaking, defining moment in his life, but to him it seemed like some distant past, a revelation that was easily brushed off.
"...is everything alright?"
He almost chuckled at the concern his lack of concern had warranted. It made him seem a bit pathetic, but he really couldn't care less.
"I kissed Blair Waldorf." He said it as plainly as it could be said, there was no point dancing around it...on the Upper East Side everything got out eventually. He said it partially to gage the reaction it would get, and partially because he enjoyed the feel of those words tumbling from his lips. It felt strangely normal to put those words together and to hear them echo in his Brooklyn loft. He watched Eric as his eyes bulged in surprise, reduced to slits as he calculated what the punchline of this joke would be and then widened again once he realized that Dan was serious. But he couldn't bring himself to care.
"W-why?" he heard Eric stutter out.
He shrugged, "Why not?"

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