A/N: Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews, faves, and follows! I truly appreciate them! I'm sorry about my delay in posting the second part of this. This is the excuse portion of the A/N that I know is lame so I'll spare you. I started this as a two part fic. I have other stuff that I've been working on randomly that fits in with this and would continue this toward a more conclusive end. Which is what I want for them and this. For now, though, here is Chapter 2! Reviews are always welcomed and loved! :)

Oh Goddamnit. Why does she always do this? And to him of all people? Shit. The thing they don't tell you about wedding dresses is that they are not made for chasing after ex-boyfriends. That's probably implied. If you never broke up with someone are they technically your ex, though? She's thinking no. She's feeling no.

"Humphrey! Ugh. Humphrey. Stop being such a sensitive artist...Dan! Stop! I'm-oof" And the only person stopping was her as her dress tangled between her feet. She hit the ground hard on her knees and hands. She takes a minute to collect herself. She feels the tears start to sting her eyes.

"Blair, are you ok?" He's suddenly standing beside her with his hand outstretched before her. It's nothing new.

"You always did like a damsel in distress." She places her hand in his, but snatches it from his hold as soon as she's stable. Her hands are shaking as she wipes her eyes. He's looking her over, making sure she's ok. He takes her hands in his again, steadies and releases them.

"You always did like running to me after you're married to other men." He has that smug smirk on his face as he brushes a rebellious piece of hair behind her ear.

"Humphrey!" She cries out in exasperation. "That is not what happened then or now and you know it."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, sister." He shrugs, relaxing into the banter again. "You know, maybe if you would be a little more discerning in your choice of husbands we could skip this whole charade altogether next time."

"Ok. I am not going to take the bait. I am not." She closes her eyes and takes a steadying breath. "I chased you out here, and nearly fell to my death for my trouble, to apologize to you. I was unintentionally awful during our previous conversation. I'm sorry, Dan."

"Unintentionally? Blair, you are nothing if not intentional." He's quickly losing that feeling of relief. It's being replaced by something worse: excitement. This was a bad idea. He needs to make an exit and soon. And yet..."It's ok. I get it. I can take it. I have been the recipient of your defense mechanisms for years. I'm hitting every nerve you've got and you're getting sassy. Fine. But I hope you at least admit to yourself that I'm right. You shouldn't be here. Not with him."

"Oh, it is just like you to judge people when they don't do exactly what you think they should! I thought you had grown out of this. We're not in high school anymore, Dan! How ironic that Mr. Big Author isn't capable of character development." Her eyes are ablaze with a new path to pursue. A new way to keep this going. This time she'll chase him the way they've always chased each other, with words.

"I'm not capable of character development? Is that a joke? Who did you just marry today? Your high school...God, I don't even know what that relationship is, but it is not of the sweetheart variety." He sees her getting ready for a rebuttal but cuts her off. He's practically spastic at this point. "High school? Me, really? What about you? What have you reverted back to? Chasing Chuck and being a brat because you think no one loves you? Grow up, Blair. You don't need to win Chuck, or anyone else, to prove your worth. You are so much more than that! And, for the record, someone did love you, without hesitation or pretense, and you threw it away." He throws his hands up and begins to back away. "I literally don't think I can handle the hypocrisy you're spewing right now."

"Hey," She reaches out and jerks on his lapel to pull him back into place, closer to her. This just got real. "I am not finished with this discussion yet! Don't think you can say that and walk away. Like I don't know all about what you've done." She narrows her eyes and pokes his chest for emphasis. "You slept with Serena! On camera! For all of the world to see! You took Georgina to Rome! With my plane ticket! We all know you've written another book about us! I literally don't think I can handle the hypocrisy of you writing another book making us look like creeps when you're the biggest creep of us all. And, here you are, ruining yet another one of my weddings because I'm not following the 'Dan Humphrey Code of Conduct.' I'll marry whom I want when I want! Next time I will get married at Fort Knox just to keep you away!" Uh oh. She tries to keep her face straight, hoping he'll pass over that last comment.

"Do you even hear yourself? Next time? You're arguing my point!" Did she really think he wouldn't catch that? He'd be smirking at her slip if he wasn't so heated. "You know what? It doesn't matter. None of this is about you not doing what I think you should. You left me! Without a word! You sent me a pile of cryptic emails like all of a sudden you couldn't come see me and talk to me. I...That hurt, Blair! So I'm pissed and I'm sorry about Serena and Georgina and the book that you haven't even read yet and everything else you may or may not have a right to be mad about. And, yeah, I'd rather see you with almost anyone other than Chuck. You said yourself that he made you feel lost and weak. Of course I want more than that for you! I refuse to apologize for that. I love...loved you. I'm honestly beginning to think you just don't know what that means. Because if you did, you wouldn't have married him today. If you had any concept of what love is you would still...you wouldn't have left me." His voice was getting thick with emotion. He had to stop. Her turn.

Minutes passed as he stared at her, waiting for her retort. Her eyes are full of thought and her mouth is hanging open, but nothing's coming out. It would never come. He had done the impossible. He had silenced Blair Waldorf.

"Look," He said, calming down. "This was clearly a bad idea...Coming here today. I'm sorry." He puts on his best "big boy" face. "The truth is I just wanted to see you. I wanted to see you one more time before you married him. I wanted to have one more good moment, one more kiss with Blair Waldorf. I wanted to see if you were as happy as I left you. I wanted to be open and honest with you about where my head is...where my heart is. Where I still can't seem to rip my head and heart away from. That was probably selfish to do today, though. I apologize about that. And I apologize that it devolved into this. I was too late for Blair Waldorf and that is a very bitter pill to swallow. This is how it all began, though, so it seems fitting that it would end like this too." He swallows hard and looks down. Her eyes have been on him this whole time and he really needs to break contact if he's going to get through this. "Anyway, I'm realizing, yet again, that my feelings don't change anything. I finally understand that there is nothing I can do or say or feel to change your mind. It's you. It's always about you." She searches his face as he moves closer to her. All she sees is love and resignation... and pity. Again with the damn pity. She closes her eyes to keep the tears from spilling. He lifts his hand and runs his fingers over her cheek and jawline. She opens her eyes to find his already locked on hers. As he cups her face, he places a lingering kiss on her other cheek before leaning his forehead against her temple. He moves to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and intoxicating against her skin. "Congratulations, Mrs. Bass."

He left her standing there, dumbfounded, with her hand on her cheek that he had just sent a million sparks through. Badly done, Blair. Badly done.