Hi guys! So, I abandoned this story for many years. But then, I rediscovered my account, and decided I want to continue with it! I know I've probably lost all my readers, but I really feel like the show went south after season 3, so here's my attempt to fix things! I still can't get over Lily ending up with William, I don't think I ever will. Please review and let me know if you think I should keep going!


Blair Waldorf did not wake up in her own bed. She had no idea where she was, and right now, her head hurt too much to find out. She was still fully clothed, although her dress was unzipped (which is never a good sign).

She silently counted to ten, summoning the strength to sit up and survey her surroundings.

Did you have to have six martinis Waldorf?

The room was small, almost depressingly so. There was minimal furniture: a bed, a desk and chair, an overflowing book shelf and a mini fridge.

She expected to find herself in a hotel room, but this room screamed the opposite of Blair Waldorf.

A quick glance outside the window confirmed that she was on Columbia's lush green campus: but how? She didn't know any Columbia students, not yet anyway. Nate wouldn't start until September …

Nate. Last night she broke up with Nate. Perhaps that was why she drank so much? Still, it didn't make sense. Normally she would just go back in and take comfort in Serena; watch a sad movie, maybe eat some ice cream ... why leave?

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

Chuck.

He followed her, chased after her, and then …

I love you.

She closed her eyes at the memory, suppressing the urge to throw up. She had been so cold, so cruel. But he broke her heart. And she couldn't just forget, no matter how much she wanted to. She needed him to understand how much he had hurt her, why moving on wasn't quite so easy.

She wanted him to give up, and yet she never wanted him to stop trying.

Then her phone started vibrating, pulling her away from any thoughts about Chuck.

Four missed calls: two from Serena, one from her mother, and one from Dorota.

Time to get back to the real world, and put whatever happened last night behind her. She had woken up in stranger places, and right now her need to go home trumped her desire to figure out why she was in a Columbia dorm room.

She was in the middle of buckling her Jimmy Choo when the door opened, revealing the final piece of the puzzle.

"You're up!" The handsome stranger from last night entered the room, holding a cup of coffee and a bagel. "I thought you might want breakfast."

"Um …" she paused, desperately trying to remember his name. "Thank you Aaron."

He chuckled and she knew she'd messed up. "Andrew."

"Right. Well. Thank you for last night, but I really should get going. And just to double check… What happened last night?" She laughed it off, pretending she didn't care, but he could see right through her.

"Don't worry, nothing happened. You couldn't remember your address, or your pin number, and refused to call anyone else to help. So bringing you here seemed like the only logical choice. And the floor was more comfortable than I would have thought."

"Oh my god!" She buried her face in her hands, trying to shake off her embarrassing behavior. "I am so sorry. I had a really rough night."

"I know. Some guy named Chuck? It sounded like a complicated situation."

"Ok, so what don't you know about me?" She giggled, unintentionally flirting with this guy she'd just met. As if she needed more suitors.

"Not much, I'm afraid. You have a very interesting life."

"And you are clearly a good listener."

He was cute. And charming. And clearly a gentleman! Thank god she had met this guy, anyone else would have taken advantage of her drunken state. Although, looking at him, she's not sure she would have minded too much.

"So what's your story? A Columbia student who clearly doesn't have too many possessions?"

"It's move out day. My parents picked everything up last weekend, I'm supposed to go home tonight."

"Tonight? And where is home?"

"Massachusetts."

"Harvard wasn't good enough?"

"Try I wasn't good enough. And Columbia didn't seem too shabby."

They settled into a comfortable silence, and she reached forward, eagerly accepting the breakfast he'd picked up.

"So… It's your last day in town. You have to let me at least try to make up for last night."


As Serena came out of her room, she welcomed the smell of waffles that permeated the kitchen. She spied her mother slicing strawberries in the corner, laughing as Rufus' hands snaked their way around her waist.

Eric, Dan, and Jenny sat at the table, and she smiled to herself as she surveyed this new family picture.

There was the slight issue of having Dan as her stepbrother, but she couldn't get past his relationship with Miss Carr. As much as it pained her, they were over. And with him going to NYU, and her going to Brown, there was no way it was going to work. At least this way she got to keep him as a friend.

Her mother's happiness mattered most now, and as she watched Lily struggling to plate a waffle, she realized she had never seen her mother be truly happy.

Until now of course.

"Could I get chocolate chip please?" She plopped down on a chair and beamed at her brother, who was in the middle of attacking his second waffle.

"These are good." Eric mumbled between bites, and Jenny nodded in contented agreement.

"Ok, so Lil decided to try her hand at one. Anyone wanna try?" All four children looked down at the floor, trying to avoid Rufus' question.

"You guys come on! Give me a chance!" Lily laid her hand on her chest in mock offence, and Dan bravely decided to take her up on her offer.

"It's not bad Lily!" She grinned, satisfied at the half compliment, and accepted a congratulatory kiss from her fiancé.

At long last, engaged to the man she had always loved. As she regarded the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but smile. Their children were happily conversing, and it hit her that they were finally a family. Despite the many mistakes they had both made, it had all worked out. For the first time in her life, she was about to plan a wedding for a marriage she was certain would last.

She had always regretted that her mother had intervened; that she hadn't been allowed to raise Andrew, and that she had lost the love of her life in the process. But now she was grateful for how things had worked out: they had a beautiful family, and she wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

Jenny asked for whipped cream, breaking up her train of thought, and she gladly brought it over.

At that moment, the elevator doors rang, and Blair stepped out, her coat buttoned in an attempt to hide the fact that she was wearing last night's dress.

"B!" Exclaimed Serena, rushing to hug her best friend. "I was so worried about you! Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Relax S, I'm fine. I just had a little too much to drink, that's all."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

"Are those waffles I see? Rufus, could I please get one with blueberries? Also, I brought a friend, I hope that's all right."

Blair barged into the dining area, sitting down next to Eric and taking a sip of his orange juice. Andrew followed sheepishly behind her, offering a timid wave to the room.

"Hi. I'm Andrew. Thank you so much for having me."

Everyone waved back, and Rufus motioned him in, introducing himself and the rest of the room. Andrew sat down at the table, quickly befriending Blair's peers.

Only Lily stayed in the kitchen, quietly observing her guest.

She knew this boy. She hadn't met him before, but there was something so familiar about him, it hit her in the gut. She tried to shake it off when Rufus came to find her, whispering in her ear that they should go look for a ring, but she couldn't stop staring at him. His features were so recognizable that she felt like she'd known him for years. It was almost as if …

She swallowed the thought, forcing herself to suppress all curiosity. There was no way. It wasn't possible. She had to move on. Right?

His name... it was Andrew. And if she looked closely, she was pretty sure she could see Rufus' eyes and her smile.

But Andrew is such a common name. And Rufus seemed fine, as did everyone else! She was probably just projecting her own desires onto this poor stranger. She had already mourned her son when she was nineteen, and again five months ago. Besides, what could she say? "Hello, any chance you were put up for adoption twenty years ago?"

So she did the only thing she could. She took her fiancé's hand and left the room, choosing to ignore her intuition.