Dan was stuck in the loft, searching the internet still pretty much frustrated and upset. He was a bit Dylan Hunter itself, enough good reason to never take that sorrowful expression off her face. Ever. He let down his friends, his family, and above all - Blair. He ruined her life, her plans for future and was on good way to put her engagement on hold.

"And all that because I l...Live in my fantasy world."

He quickly corrected himself because he had a hard time even thinking about what does he feel for her. Despite all the effort he had put, he just couldn't get his mind off Blair.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door made him jump a little and his heart beat faster. He was aware that there's no way in hell it's Blair, but just a thought of a HUMAN actually wanting to talk to him was good itself. Especially regarding the fact that he had spent 7 sleepless nights in a row, without leaving the loft, his life consisted of eating leftovers watching lame movies and stupid realities on the cable. He didn't read or write, because he felt embarrased, and kept in mind that it wouldn't help because he knew that everything would remind him of his book, and he couldn't afford that. Watching his favorite old-school movies was also what he was not very fond of these days because just a thought that he used to watch them with Blair's head peacefully resting on his shoulder was so ridiculously painful.

"Coming!" you could feel the excitement in his voice even though he felt very depressed all these days.

Finally, he took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was Serena.

"Hey." she said shortly, waiting for his reaction.

"Hey..." Dan was confused. He expected his dad, or Nate, but he didn't see this coming.

"Listen, I...I came to apologize. I ..." she looked like she was struggling a little bit, but pulled it off so Dan wouldn't notice. She took a deep breath and continued "I know I wasn't your biggest fan these days, but I'm sorry."

Dan raised his eyebrows.

"You are...sorry?" he stopped for a second trying to proceed what he just heard. "Excuse me but sorry for what?" he asked giving her a bemused look.

"Can I come in?" she asked with a small smile on her face in attempt to sound polite.

"Erm I'm not sure it's a good idea." Dan looked down and cleared his throat.

"Why? I mean is someone...here?" she asked trying to hide her disgust, and pain, and huff and all other feelings mixed up waiting and preserved deep inside.

"No, no, no...it's not that it's just.." Dan started to ramble. "Come." he realized there's no other choice. Besides, he has nothing to lose.

The reason for Dan's rejection became pretty obvious when Serena stepped into the loft. It was a huge mess. With pizza boxes, scruffy clothes all over the place, some blankets curled up in one corner, books and papers on the kitchen table, and tv that was playing some random documentary about saving coalas. For a moment, she felt really bad for doing what she was doing, because she saw that Dan's really not in a good place right now. The last thing he needs is to be used and feel cheated.

"I'm the one who should feel that way. What is wrong with me. He said horrible stuff about me in his book, and I have a full right of making his life a living hell...Though all I want is to please my boss and give her the damn rights for a movie. I need this, it'll be like a green light for me in the movie-industry. That'll also prove him wrong and show him that I'm not some drunken..."

"Serena?" Dan's voice was loud and brought her back to 'reality'.

"Um, yes? Sorry I was a little lost in my own thoughts. What's the problem?"

"I was actually asking you if you want some coffee. But since I don't have any..." Dan knit his brows "Soda?" he offered.

"No, thanks. I just dropped by to say I'm sorry, and to..invite you on lunch tomorrow. If you want of course."

"That would be good." he replied shortly. He was a little suspicious at first but now he felt something sincere and familiar in her voice. "When?"

"I was thinking, 3pm? I get to choose the place all you need to do is pick me up at arranged time."

That was a bit official.

"Good, I'll be there."

"Nice. Sorry I'm in a hurry and I gotta go if you don't mind." Serena resumed.

"Not a problem."

"See you then. And don't worry I'll find my way out."

"Err..alright then, bye."

"Well that's a good start." he was confident about this.

"Miss Blair Louie just arrived." Dorota announced.

Blair spent the Sunday in her bed eating her favorite macaroons that were specially delivered for her from Paris. She really had so many reasons to feel like a princess. Only she knew this is just going to make her gain weight and that in one week's time she's gonna look like an elephant. And like the pregnancy wasn't bad itself.

When Dorota burst in without knocking she found Blair curled up in her bed with two empty boxes of macaroons and some leftovers.

"Miss Blair!" Dorota singed out angrily.

"What?" she quickly jumped from her bed bringing all the boxes down. With a blunt sound suddenly everything that was on her nighstand fell off. Visibly annoyed Blair started to gather stuff avoiding to look Dorota in the eyes.

"Are you sure you okay?" she asked apprehensively.

"I am ...at my best. I just decided to eat..." she coughed "For two." she pursed her lips booting the third package she was keeping under her bed deep down so Dorota couldn't see.

"Mr Louie will be here every second. Don't get me wrong Miss Blair you always pretty but ...this is a mess! You didn't leave the room since the day I...got rid of that book. Your fiancee came from the trip and he's going to be concerned." "But not a half as I am." she added.

"I am fine." she pouted. "Can't a future...princess of Monaco have a little break? Besides I'm not even royal yet. I'm gonna go change now, you tell Louis to sit down and wait for me. Give him something to drink and do not let him here alright?"

Dorota had so many things to say but she kept quiet this time and did what she was told.

Few minutes after that, Blair was coming downstairs everything on its place. She wore her dainty floral violet dress and had a little make up on, which made her look fresh and pure. Her hair was straight, falling freely on her shoulders.

"Louie!" she blurt out.

"Blair, mon amour I missed you so much." "Why always so sweet." she gave him a delightful smile she'll never admit she faked.

"How are you? Was everything alright while I was gone?"

"Never better." she grinned. "I mean," she corrected herself "I missed you..." Blair said in a baby voice. "But was fine."

"I am glad to hear that, and I hope you had some time to rest, although knowing you..."

Blair frowned. "I am sure Dorota prepared something for us to eat, so let's ...eat then, you must be starving!" she suggested desperately lifting her brows.

"Good idea" he added.

"Mm." Blair nodded.

"I thought you might want some tea Mr Louis." Dorota chipped in.

"Thank you Dorota, but I'd like something to eat. We'd like to eat." he smiled.

Blair frowned.

"No. I can't eat. Why on Earth did I suggest dinner."

"I'm not hu..."

"Oh please do not even try to end the sentence Blair, now when you'll be a mom you need to eat for two."

"And I did. For the whole...army."

"Yeah." she nodded again. "You might be right"

"It'll be set in a minute." finally, Dorota left the two of them heading to kitchen.

"I am so sad you weren't there to see my mother's reaction when I told her that our wedding will be different and that she'll have to agree with everything you say. She was furious."

"Oh I can bet on that." Blair said tittering.

"What did you do here in New York?"

"Oh just...went shopping, spending time with Serena although most of it she's at work so I barely even get see her these days. And I was...here. I thought a few days off spent here and not being obsessed about the wedding would be nice, you know how tiring it can get."

"I know, hope you're good now."

"Of course I am."

"Blair please eat, I'm really starting to worry, you didn't even start your meal. You need some food." Louis cautioned her.

"Yes, but I did eat. Before you arrived. Dorota is always being...Dorota so knowing how overly concerned she is and how good she's looking after me there's no need for you to worry."

"Dorota is golden." Louis said politely smiling to Blair's maid.

"Absolutely...She really is."

And she meant it.

So, this turned out to be a little longer, sorry if it was boring, and in case it was just let me know...I'm opened for suggestions/comments/critisism of any kind. Thanks a lot for your reviews, means a lot to me and hopefully you don't stop giving them because I find them both useful and stimulating at the same time. Xx