Thank you everyone who has been reading it. I am glad you have enjoyed. This is the final part. I hope you enjoy. As usual all editing errors are all mine.


XoXoXo{May 2012-Present Day}oXoXoX

Blair finally decided to get out of bed and get dressed. She had finished her art history essay yesterday, before, and Lily's party had been pushed back a week, so she had no place she needed to be, but her headache had subsided, and she really didn't want to spend another week in bed. She had picked out her outfit and was deciding on shoes, when she was startled by sounds coming from the bathroom. It took her a few moments to realize it was Serena. She had moved back into the penthouse about a month ago, but Blair hadn't readjusted to Serena's habits and noise level. Blair set on the bench at foot of her bed weighing the options: she could sneak out and not have to talk to Serena about last night or she could be the mature, responsible adult she was trying so hard to be, and tell Serena, her best friend, about the disaster of the previous night.

She settled on the first option, but before she could make it out of her bedroom door and into the safety of the hallway, Serena peeked into the room from their conjoined bathroom.

"Hey, Blair. You're home!" Serena smiled, and stepped fully into the room.

"Have you tried knocking?" Blair asked, hoping her annoyance masked her guilt.

Serena shrugged, "I didn't think you'd be here, so I was going to borrow a necklace."

"Why wouldn't I be here? I live here." Blair remarked, not feeling as thorny as she pretended to be.

"It's just, I thought that when I took you to Brooklyn yesterday, you wouldn't be back so early."

"Well, you thought wrong." Blair snapped.

Serena motioned to the empty wine bottle, "B, what happened?"

That was what Blair wanted to know too.

XoXoXo{April 2011}oXoXoX

"One kiss and that's that," he waited. "So?" He is slight discomfort made her feel more comfortable. Dan had strode in, seemingly full of confidence, but now, as they stood looking at each other's mouths faces, she saw that he was slight unsure of what to do next. He wasn't Chuck who acted like Blair's body was his right, and he wasn't Nate who was always distracted. Dan was different. He was staring at her, only her, but his eyes weren't greedy, just hopeful and slightly confused.

"So." What was he waiting for. If he didn't get this over with soon, she was going to scream. You know what, I'm tired of waiting "For crying out loud Humphrey."

She was kissing him. She moved closer and wrapped her arm around his neck. Lonely Boy was kissing Queen B. She felt a hand move to her waist and start gripping the thin fabric covering her lingerie. Blair Cornelia Waldorf was kissing Dan "Cabbage Patch" Humphrey. He tentatively deepened the kiss, and when she offered little resistance, she felt him fully commit. His hands were tangling in her hair, and her hands were moving back to his lapels, preparing to remove the excess article of clothing. Blair and Dan were kissing. Serena's best friend Blair and Serena's first love Dan were kissing. The reality of the last thought slapped her, and she pulled back. She just there for another moment, before turning, and walking up the stairs. He was smart enough, he could see himself out.

XoXoXo{April 2012}oXoXoX

Blair had four books spread out in front of her, studying for an upcoming exam when Serena entered the room. The sight of the leggy, blonde startled and confused Blair. She and Serena hadn't spoken in weeks, since the day Serena called Blair so many things: deceitful, manipulative, delusional, selfish and Blair had returned the unkindness: fickle, egotistical, ignorant, ridiculous. Blair had returned home the following day to find Serena's room empty.

That was the day she went to Brooklyn to tell Dan every lie she could think of. This is your fault. It was a mistake. It meant nothing. I have nothing because of you. 'The thought of being with you like that again, disgusts me. Don't ever try to contact me again.' She remembered the look on his face as she had thrown insult -lie- after insult -lie- at him. His eyes were big, begging for her forgiveness, his mouth slightly open with shock. There was once a time that hurting him would have given her pleasure, but not all she felt was regret and emptiness.

Of course, he had tried. He had called seventeen times before she had made it back to her room, and another 45 before she called Rufus and threatened to press charges if Dan didn't stop harassing her.

Serena never called.

Blair continued to stare at the unexpected guest until Serena broke the silence. "Hey B. I was wondering if we could talk."

"Sure S." Blair said hesitantly. "Come in." She cleared off the bed, making room for Serena.

Serena smiled and moved closer. "I'm sorry."

Blair sat quietly before beginning to softly cry, "I'm so sorry, S. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have-"

Serena pulled the small, crying girl closer, and hugged her. "Shh, it's ok Blair. I shouldn't have blown up at you like I did. I never let you even try to explain."

Blair pulled back and wiped at her eyes. "Not that I could. There was no excuse for what we- what I did, S."

Serena bit her bottom lip, obviously struggling with a decision. She let out a small sigh before grabbing Blair's hand and saying, "I can only guess why you did, but I think I know why Dan did."

Blair flinched at mention of his name.

Serena noticed and asked, "Did you ever find out we broke up."

Blair moved her shoulder and answered, "You said you guys were looking for different things."

"And he never talked to you about it?"

Blair flushed, "We never really got a chance to."

Serena nodded, as if she had already figured much out. "I broke up with him because he wasn't in love with me."

Blair actually let out a small laugh, "Are you joking? S, you're his dream girl, his muse."

"Seriously, Blair? I love you, but are you really that delusional?"

Her best friend's tone annoyed Blair, "What are you talking about Serena? If you just came here to insult me, it really wasn't necessary. I think I got enough that the last time."

"You haven't read Inside yet, have you?" Serena questioned, already knowing the answer.

"You mean the book that almost destroyed my engagement, made Nate into nothing of a person, and called Rufus a glorified butler, which at least is mostly true." Blair asked, and then finished "No, I haven't read more than just the scene," she blushed again.

"Well, I think you should. I really shouldn't be talking about this stuff, it's really not any of my business." Serena urged before asking, "Are you hungry?"

"Absolutely famished." Blair said dramatically, holding a hand up to her head.

They laughed and made plans to for lunch. They talked and smile and worked on bridging the rift that had developed between them. That night Blair asked Serena to move back in. The following day, when Blair returned home from an afternoon class, she noticed boxes filled Serena's bedroom. Blair walked into her own room, happy to have her best friend back at her side. She noticed a small gift, with a note, laying on her bed. She read the the note first.

B, you really need to read this. I won't bother you again about it, but trust me. Read it, and know, no matter what, I love you. -S

Blair opened the package, not surprised to find a copy of Inside wrapped in pink tissue paper. She tossed it aside, and went about doing her daily after class tasks of re-writing her notes into perfectly organized outlines, complete with personal notes about likely exam questions. Every time she thought about the unread novel, she made herself busy some other task, working on a new resume, looking through a course catalog, brushing her teeth. She managed to ignore the book for a entire month.

XoXoXo{May 2012-Yesterday}oXoXoX

The breaking point had been running into Dan at the Van der Humphrey penthouse. Blair had gone there to meet up with Serena, who had assured her Dan was not there. Of course the moment, Blair walked out of the elevator and into the main living space, she realized that either Serena had been completely mistaken or she lied, Blair was placing bets on the latter. She was hoping she could make it back to the elevator before he noticed her presence. She had barely got turned around before she her name being called.

"Blair. What are you doing here?"

She sighed and turned forward again, "I'm just meeting Serena here. She wanted to visit Lily before we went shopping."

"Oh."

Blair didn't how long they stayed in the same position. The long silence was broken by them both talking at the same time.

"Well I should go look for Serena to let her know I am here."

"Blair, I'm sorry."

They resumed their earlier silence, which was only broken this time by Lily coming down the stairs, smiling and holding her hands out to Blair.

"Blair darling, good to see you. It's been so long since I've seen you. What brings you by?"

"Hi Lily. Uh- I was meeting Serena here."

"Serena? She stopped by earlier, but left a little bit ago."

"Oh, I must have misunderstood." Blair replied, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"I am so glad you two are getting along again. I hate seeing you two fighting. Whatever happened in the first place? Serena always avoided talking about it."

Blair glanced at Dan, who was trying to pretend he was listening to conversation, before replying, "I made a really bad decision, and it took Serena some time to forgive me, but we were able to eventually able to work through things." Blair glanced down at her watch and spoke is a rushed tone "Well, seeing as though I have already missed Serena once, I better be going. Good to see you Lily." she turned in a hurry and walked to the elevator. She heard Lily say her farewells before heading back upstairs. She also heard someone else moving in her direction. She repeatedly jabbed at the button and hoped that she could make the elevator arrive by just wishing it so.

"Blair, please wait." she refused to look anywhere, but directly in front of her.

He moved closer and touched her arm, "Blair please listen. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I caused problems between you and Serena. I'm sorry that we aren't friends anymore. I just want you to know-"

The elevator door opened, and Blair sent out a quick prayer for the elevator timing and a quick curse for Serena.

When she arrived back at home, she went immediately to Serena's room and found the blonde casually laying on the bed, flipping through an old issue of Vogue. She looked up at Blair and smiled. "Oh, I was supposed to meet you at my mom's wasn't I? I forgot. Sorry B."

Blair just stared at her friend and made plans to shave all the beautiful blonde hair off once Serena went to bed. When she realized Serena wasn't going to say anymore, Blair turned on her heels and went into her room. She tossed her purse and shopping bags, retail therapy was always the best help for a foul mood, on the bed and sat down at her desk. She finished an art history paper that was due later in the week, and started putting away her books, when she saw it staring at her. Six-letters in a simple, white font: Inside.

Ok, fine, I will just read a chapter or two, so Serena will leave me alone.

Three hours later and thirty two chapters, Blair was knocking on Serena's door. Serena welcomed her. Blair knew her face betrayed everything.

"So you read it."

"Yes."

"And?"

"I don't understand."

"What's not to understand? Blair, Dan wrote you a book."

"But why? Why did he keep telling me it meant nothing?"

"That's not my question to answer."

"I think I need to go to Brooklyn."

"I think you do."

Serena rode with Blair on the way over, and when they arrived at oh-so familiar building, Serena gave Blair a hug and told her to go.

"Why are you doing this, S?"

"Penance." when Blair just stared, confused, Serena continued, "I knew how he felt. I've known for almost a year, and it hurt me. It hurt me because I saw him look at you in a way that he never looked at me. It hurt me because it made me feel like what he and I once had, was no longer special. I saw you guys spending time together, enjoying things without me. I felt like I was no longer needed in either of your lives. The more I saw him falling for you, the more I wanted him for myself," Blair noticed Serena's face was a mixture of shame and sorrow. "When we got together, I was convinced that I could make him love me again, but when I saw I couldn't mad at you. You were the one who had something I wanted."

"But he wasn't mine. I never had him."

"You've had him since that kiss last April, maybe even before."

"S, I'm-"

"Don't worry about it, B," Serena then smiled and playfully pushed Blair out of the taxi, "GO!"

Blair walked up the stairs and towards the door that, so many times, had been the gateway to her safe haven. She knocked on the twice, and waited. When Dan opened the door, she pushed past him and turned around to face him.

"You lied to me."

"Good to see you to Blair, thanks for the visit." he deadpanned.

"You said the kiss meant nothing to you. Why?"

He looked at her and quietly answered, "You said it first. I was just following your lead."

She couldn't argue with that. How could she have expected the truth, when she had lied first.

"I read your book."

"Oh."

They repeated the mornings events. Both just stood and waited. Blair had so many thoughts and feelings that she couldn't express. All she knew was that she wanted him. Things went hazy after that. He was carrying her towards the couch, legs wrapped around his waist, and she was busy trying unbutton his shirt. She quickly got annoyed, and pulled at the thing until the buttons either gave way or broke off.

"Hey, I like this shirt." he said between kisses, as he lay her down on the blue settee.

"Don't wear so many buttons next time," she worked on removing her own shirt.

"Next time?" he asked biting at her ear before kissing her delicate shoulders and collarbones.

"Only if you shut up and kiss me," and moved her hands to his waistband.

A cramp in her shoulder, woke Blair up. She looked over and saw that they were sprawled in the floor, clothes and pillows strewn haphazardly about the room. She rolled over and gathered her clothes, and walked back through the door, that only a few hours before, she had entered through.

XoXoXo{May 2012-Present Day}oXoXoX

Blair looked over at Serena for a response. She had just finished recounting the previous nights events, obviously leaving out some of the more ahem, vivid details, and she was worried about what her best friend's response was going to be.

"You just left him there?" Serena looked shocked. "Again?"

Blair looked down at her hands.

"Blair, what happened?"

"I don't know S. I just panicked. I woke up and I realized if I was there when he woke up, then it would all be real."

"What's wrong with that?"

"This isn't the plan. I can't be with Dan Humphrey."

"Why not? I thought you over fairytale dreams." Serena asked, not bothering to mask the disapproval in her voice.

"Because he's my friend. Because we have the same hobbies. Because we have similar life goals."

"Oh, how could I have been so blind. Now I totally can see why you would have run away from him."

"You don't get it, S. Nate was the all-American, perfect life. Chuck was the epic romance. Louis was the fairytale. Dan is just Dan. Plain, sensible Dan Humphrey."

"Nate cheated on you and then used you for familial benefit. Chuck treated you like property, and Louis, well I don't think we have to discuss how that ended. B, maybe you should stop trying to make your life fit a movie. Maybe it's time you tried a different script." Serena beamed, obviously pleased with her metaphor.

Blair was about to respond when an alarm interrupted her. They both looked at their cellphones to see a Gossip Girl blast. It was a picture of Dan walking through the Jet Blue terminal at JFK.

Looks like Lonely Boy is preparing to flee. I guess things with our Queen B, didn't go as planned. Goodbye UES, hello cruel world.

Blair felt Serena's gaze. "Well, I guess it's too late now."

Serena sat for a moment before grabbing Blair's hand and pulling her out of the room.

"What are you doing Serena?"

"Maybe you can have your movie romance after all."

"What are you talking about, and why you pushing me down the stairs?"

"All those movies you watched with Dan, and you never saw an airport scene?"

"Those don't happen in real life."

"Well, it's your turn to make it happen." Serena handed Blair her purse and coat and shoved her towards the elevator. "Go"

"Oh god." Blair said finally realizing what was going on.

"Yes!" Serena exclaimed.

"I've got to go." Blair said, hurriedly willing the elevator to arrive.

As soon as it dinged, Serena repeated"Yes!" and shoved Blair in.

She was out throwing cash at the drivers head and opening the door before the car fully came to stop and ran inside. She ignored the shocked gasps and annoyed mumbles as she shoved past a group of middle-aged tourists wearing tacky "I Love New York" shirts, hats, and pins to check the boarding times. Glancing down at her watch and noting the time, she felt her heart beat a little faster.

Seven minutes. She had seven minutes to get through line, buy a ticket, and make it to the gate. Seven minutes is all she needed. She grabbed her wallet out of her purse, and walked directly up to the counter, ignoring everyone who had been waiting in line. When the angry whispers started to gain volume and vitriol, she took out the wad of cash she had grabbed just for this scenario. When all else fails, bribe the masses. As the voices died back down to a muted hum, she returned all her attention to the lady behind the ticket counter.

"I'm sorry Miss, that flight is fully booked. We have another leaving at approximately 8 p.m. Would you be interested in that?"

"Yes, sure. I don't care. What part of 'give me a ticket, any ticket' don't you understand?"

"I'm sorry, it's a first-class ticket. If you are needing a more affordable option, I would suggest-"

"Does it look like I need an affordable option? Just give me the damn ticket, so I can get to the gate."

"No need to get hostile, Miss. Now I will just need so id."

She slammed her passport, school id card, a birth certificate, and a picture she had ripped out of an old Constance Billard yearbook. "Is that enough id? I need that ticket, now!"

"Rudeness is not a virtue, Miss."

Noting the golden name badge, she replied, "Randy is it? Yes, well your attitude leaves a lot to be desired. I am sure your bosses will be interested in hearing about how you verbally assaulted a young girl, who was trying to fly on this company's superior airline. Now if you could just-"

"Yes, yes Miss. As you wish."

When the transaction had been concluded, and the ticket in her hand, she patted the worried salesman's arm. "Seeing as though our business has been concluded in a somewhat acceptable manner, I feel there is no reason to contact management, but next time, Randy, play nice and do what the young lady with a pile of cash wants of you to do."

"Yes, Miss. Of course Miss. Thank you so much."

"One last thing, can you point me in the direction for gate number 9?"

"But Miss you flight leaves out of number 17-" he felt her icy glare boring holes into his forehead, "Right, of course." He gave her quick directions to her desired gate, followed by a quick swipe of the forehead to ensure there were no actual injuries.

She nodded before turning, and running in the direction she had been pointed. She looked down at her watch. The whole ordeal at the ticket counter had taken too long. She had less than two minutes to. She felt every second tick by as she made her way down the long hallway, bypassing the moving sidewalk and escalator, so she could continue running.

"At least I'm not in a wedding dress this time," she thought to herself as she launched herself down the last three steps of the staircase she was on, and start looking at the gate numbers.

For the second time in less than a year, Blair Cornelia Waldorf was running through John F. Kennedy airport be stared at by other travelers and airport employees. The same airport, the same terminal, the same players, but this time the roles were reversed. She heard the loud clock announcing the new hour. She was late, but she knew there was a chance she could still make it.

"It's a commercial flight. It's probably delayed, and full of sick elderly and screaming children who are slowing down the boarding. That's what happens when you don't charter a private plane," she told herself as she saw the sign for number 9 in the distance.

She slowed down as she grew closer and began to think of what she was going to say. She was currently torn between and apology and a slap. She started to look around for his curly mop hair, and realized that the gate was empty. She stopped an employee to ask about the flight, and was informed that the plane was currently taxing towards the runway.

She had missed him. If only the driver had listened to advice on how to traffic, if only those stupid people had moved out of her way faster, seriously, who doesn't move when they see a frantic, well-dressed woman, running through and airport. She decided that Randy's supervisor would be hearing from her after all.

If she had just not been so blind.

"What are you doing here?" a deep voice asked.

She turned and saw Dan sitting on a bench, drinking a bottle of water. She couldn't make her body move. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a plane right now?"

"I asked you first."

"I'm here for you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Well, that's good," he stood and moved towards her.

"What? Why is that good? Is that only response I get? You wouldn't believe-"

He pulled her to him and into a deep kiss. Once she was satisfactorily quieted, he replied "That's good because I love you too."

They turned and headed back towards the door.

"Why didn't you go?" She asked.

"I decided I wanted to be nearby if you ever changed your mind." he answered honestly, and then asked "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"I thought of the most cliché thing I could think of," she answered, and then added, "Also, it was on Gossip Girl."


Sometimes, in real life, there are happy endings.