NOTE : I never planned to make a real fanfiction out of this, these were just random things popping in my head and me being overly positive in my Dair bubble altogether with assumptions about what could happen. I do not own anything. I could really use some reviews since I'm new in this and I have no idea what made me start. I want you to like it, but even if you don't review, hopefully it'll all help me improve. Also please tell me would you like me to continue writing, or it's better to stop. Long story short - don't be shy, every kind of review is welcome. And I mean it.
Only for the first chapter : There's actually 0 Dan/Blair dialogues in this one, only a funny regard on Blair's thoughts about the "Inside".
For the whole story : It takes place after 5x04. Blair is engaged to Louis, and is in character. IMPORTANT : Dorota, Nate and Blair didn't read the book yet. Each of them will as the story develops, and it'll all have a purpose. Louis, Serena and Chuck did read it. This fanfiction will include some future events from the real show (AGAIN : I do not own anything), like Blair's bridal shower in which 2 guys are MIA. Overall, it's all my take on the upcoming eps. Or wishful thinking.
It's called Danial for the reason, it's not a spelling mistake. Blair Waldorf catches herself torn up between whether she should read the book or live her perfect life with her own real-life prince. Even though there's no way to compete with the latter, some other dreams come true could mean a lot more than being Royal. Even if she'll never admit it.
If a book had an ability to speak Blair would be pretty sure the one on her desk is screaming "Read me". She could almost sniff the odour of new, fresh printed book surrounding her room. She usually liked it, it kind of reminded her of childhood, whenever she got a new book she used to bury her head in it enjoying the smell.
Finally, her nice manicured fingers carefully reached for the thing that lured her all this time.
"Just one glance. It won't hurt."
It sounded so real that she almost convinced herself in what she was saying. She saw the cover so many times already that it became familiar to her eyes. Unlike its content.
"He must be blabbling all the time about a certain blonde with long legs and shiny hair. About her bright smile and dainty eyes. About her dashing ability to bring everyone on its feet just by saying a word. The it girl, the love of his life. This is ridiculous. Why am I even worrying."
And it sounded real. There was no reason for her to worry or make a big deal out of it when it totally wasn't.
Then again, a frightful thought crossed her mind. Her mouth gone dry, and she could swear her right hand was shaking so much that she had a feeling the book is going to drop every second.
"He wrote that we had..."
Now thinking about it, maybe it's not a good idea after all. She is a princess to be. Dan Humphrey's attempt to be a...decent writer or actually fit into society was irrelevant and she should be mad at him.
"Right."
"There's no way in hell I'm gonna read you" she pursed her lips and rounded felt like that was not enough. "Ever." she swallowed.
She must be out of her mind. She is basically having a conversation with a book. And not any book. There's nothing she enjoyed more than a good book on Saturday night, or a good old classic movie, but not tonight. This was not just any book. Not even close to an ordinary piece of work. The book that was driving her insane all this time. The book that represented all she was trying to avoid with great effort.
"Oh please." she mumbled still trying to keep herself unaware of the fact that there is no one in the room and she pressed on with her unexistant conversation.
"Dorota!" she yelled.
"Yes Miss Blair?" suddenly her maid popped up right next to her. "What do you need?" she glanced at the book on the table and didn't even need a second to proceed what Blair was trying to do. Or better what Blair was trying NOT to do. She knew what's next.
"I need you to do me a favour." Blair started politely knowing she'll snap at one point.
Dorota grunted something like "Of course" waiting to hear what she already saw coming.
Blair took a deep breath and went on,
"I NEED YOU TO DO WHATEVER IS IN YOUR POWER TO MAKE THIS NOVEL DISAPPEAR FROM MY SIGHT, burn it, toss it away, give it to charity, hack it, tear it up, I don't care just I don't want to see it ever again ALRIGHT?" she raised her eyebrows with a look of hatered in her eyes.
"Miss Blair, destroying Lonely Boy book not a good thing to do, believe me." Dorota's eyes widened and she had that look of concern on her face that Blair knew very well. Dorota was like her mother. She knew her, to the bone. She knew that every piece of her wants to read this book, that she's dying a little still intrigued by the sex scene she knew about, still asking herself if there's more, if there's a development, a build up for their characters. By what she read it wasn't just sex, it was making love. Blair's body always shivered a little even with a thougt of that, but as much as it was baffling and disgusting, Dorota knew she'll never admit that...this one tiny part of her liked it.
"Do what I say or you're most likely going to end up agonized and tortured on the Upper West Side! Wanna see what does it look like? Don't play with fire!"
"Well I guess that...wouldn't be the nicest place to be." Dorota mumbled.
"Then go! Take it." Blair was determined and now demanding. And Dorota knew there is no other option, that there's no way out. What she wants - she always gets.
"Fine." accordingly, she finally agreed. Blair handed her the book and she left her sitting on the edge of her bed, biting her lip. "I'll never know what's in it." and she shouldn't, "It's for the greater good." and finally after so much time she felt relief.