A/N - Hey guys! I'm glad you liked the story, it means alot to me. I'm not going to update daily, this is probably happening because I'm full of ideas right now, which caused me to write some chapters in advance. I'm still trying to figure out where is this going, any advice and requests for plot lines will be great! Enjoy reading and don't forget, R&R! Thanks :)

Destination Unknown

Nate paced quickly towards Blair. He frowned, not sure of what he was doing. It felt right at the moment, he felt the need to save her, though he wasn't sure why he felt she needed to be saved. He hasn't spoken to her in a long time, he had no idea what had happened with Chuck and why she was acting the way she did, but he had nothing to lose.

That slime ball of a guy already reached her, dancing behind her. He moved his hands along her hips as he kept her close to his body.

She seemed to enjoy his touch, dancing even sluttier than before, grabbing the guy's hands and moving them along her body.

"A word", Nate simply said when he reached to the both of them.

"She's occupied dude, can't you see?" the guy smirked at him.

"Yeah, I'm 'occupied' Nathaniel", she sent a glare toward him, making him shiver.

"Not anymore", he said, grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of sight, to a hallway nearby.

"What the fuck, Nate?" she hissed, unaware that no one could hear her anyway.

"What are you doing?" he asked, releasing her wrist and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Dancing, what's wrong with you?" she tried to say in a serious tone, which instead, came out with a giggle. She was way too drunk to have this conversation.

"I think it's time for us to leave"

"Yeah, OK" she shrugged, surprisingly not resisting. Nate found it weird, It wasn't Blair talking, she would usually stand on her toes, trying to reach his height, yelling at him for embarrassing her around people.

"I'll call my driver, I'll escort you home" he said, starting to walk away towards the ball room exit.

"Actually…"

"What is it?"

"I don't really have a 'home' to go to, I kind of stormed out from there a few hours ago, I can't really get back there".

Nate imagined she moved in with Chuck after graduation, and since her parents moved to California three years ago, she basically had no where to go.

"You can crash in my place as long as you need" he said quietly, hoping she didn't get the wrong idea. Her naked body underneath him flashed before his eyes, as he recalled the events of that night two years ago.

"Thanks, I could use some company which is not the Basshole right now" she shrugged and walked beside him.

It was early December and Manhattan was already freezing. Nate pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Blair's shoulders.

"Thanks" she responded, blushing a little, she was still embarrassed about the whole situation, which included her long lost high school boyfriend, taking care of her although they didn't interact in months, especially after that night they spent together two years ago.

As the car arrived, Nate opened the door for her. She slid inside the car, and before entering beside her, he sighed heavily, what the hell was he doing?

They were silent during the ride, traffic was a bitch and it seemed they'll have to be in the car for a while. Nate stared blankly at the ceiling, he wasn't able to think straight for an hour now, her presence had it's effect on him.

He felt something heavy on his shoulder, and he noticed Blair leaned her head on him. He thought she fell asleep, but she was very much awake.

"Hey" he said quietly, wrapping his arm over her shoulders, he could sense she was in the verge of tears. But she didn't cry, she's Blair Waldorf for god's sake, she's stronger than this, there's no way she's going to cry.

"I'm really sorry you know. About… everything" she said, staring at the floor.

"Hey, that's OK. There's nothing to be sorry for, you know I'm here for you". She nodded quietly.

They stayed like this for a few more minutes. Nate felt he needed to say something, though it's probably the worst timing in the world, considering her being drunk. He was afraid she won't remember any of the events that occurred tomorrow morning, but he just had to say something.

"Hey, Blair, I…"

He stopped, looking down at her. She finally fell asleep, in his arms. She looked like an angel, breathing heavily, her porcelain skin was shiny. Teardrops decorating her sleeping face. Gingerly, he rubbed his thumb on each of her cheeks, sweeping the tears away. As they finally arrived to his building, Nate didn't know what to do. He didn't really want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful. Eventually, he decided that he has to wake her, she needed a proper bed to sleep on.

Gently he removed his arm around her, causing her to stir a bit, trying to make her self comfortable once again. He lowered his head toward her, whispering her name a few times until she woke up, looking so sad suddenly.

"Carry me" she whispered to him when he opened the car's door. The Blair he knew would defiantly say that, maybe things didn't really change after all.

He nodded at her, carrying her into the elevator. During the ride to his apartment she managed to fall asleep once again, her head buried into his chest. He was afraid to change his breath beat, not to wake her up. He opened the door to the apartment, putting her on his bed, and covering her with warm blankets, she didn't move, she was deeply asleep.

He sensed he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. The thought of her on his bed made him dizzy; it made it harder for him to realize what he was feeling. He lusted for her, that was for sure alright, and that heartache he used to feel too many years ago returned for a moment, leaving him more confused than ever.