A/N: So I have finally finished uni for the semester so I should be able to diligently update this fanfic with the keyword being 'should' there. I will do my best, but here's the next chapter.


You can't stop it screaming out.

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Dan's eyes opened as he finally aroused from his slumber, not recognizing his surroundings. His head was throbbing enough to tell him that he had been drinking the night before. Blinking slowly, he lifted his arms up over his head before stretching himself out. It was a bad decision. He didn't realise that he had woken up on the edge of the bed, causing him to sink further into the edge of the mattress and roll off, hitting the wooden floor with a thud. Groaning, he didn't even bother to push himself up and try to figure where he was. He was too goddamn tired for it, and he was sure that if he tried to get up, his head would kill him (more than it already had that was).

But it wasn't until he heard someone coming into the room that made him try and get up off the floor. And it wasn't until he heard that someone speak that he realised where he was. That was when he realised he was screwed.

"Mr. Dan, Miss Blair told me to come and make sure you're okay. I bring up some breakfast for you,"

Rolling onto his back and slowly pushing himself up in an upright position, he blinked at Dorota slowly before giving her a small smile.

"Thank you,"

She smiled at him before scurrying out of the room, leaving Dan with his thoughts. And while his head protested to think of anything else besides sleep, and possibly some food to try and sedate his growling stomach, he had to try and figure out how the hell he ended up at Blair's townhouse. Bringing his hand to his forehead, he rubbed his temples slowly as the events of last night came back to him. The moment it dawned on him what he had done, the brunette had to walk into the room at the same time. And of course, she still happened to be wearing what she had worn to bed the night before.

"Morning Humphrey, I didn't think you'd make it up this morning,"

Dan frowned, rising to his feet and looking at the brunette. "Seren-"

"Don't worry. I took care of it. You're here for another fitting for the tailor,"

"But I-"

"Yes, I know you had one a couple of days ago. Even Serena remembered that. I had to say that I didn't do it correctly and he's coming in this morning to take them from you,"

"Oh… thank you,"

Swallowing quietly, Dan had to admit that this was one of the most awkward moments that he had been faced with. Sure, there had been times when his own father had caught him when he walked in on him and Serena. But this, this was far more awkward.

"Look, Blair, about last night," He started, but he was promptly cut off by Blair's words.

"Shhh," She instructed as she quickly closed the gap between the two of them, pressing her index finger against his lips, a small smile appearing on her own.

"Things happen for a reason Dan," She stated softly, removing her finger from his lips before pressing both her hands up against his chest. Dan's breathing started to become shallower. It almost felt as if something was pressing against his chest, hard.

"Last night shouldn't have happened Blair. I'm still with Serena, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you," Despite all of his faults, Dan knew he was still a gentleman in some regards. And he would have liked to think that he wouldn't take advantage of women, at all. But this was certainly something different.

"You didn't take advantage of me Dan. I…" She paused, swallowing quietly before continuing. "I never thought I would have the opportunity to be with you,"

Dan could tell that she was being brutally honest. And that was a side that he got to see when they were at Yale. It was something that made him appreciate her more as a person and less as that girl he thought he knew back in high school. So he knew when she was being honest about something, and this was one of those moments.

"Blair…"

"No," She stated firmly, her eyes glazing over as she continued to look up at him. "No, you do not get to say anything. Because I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way you used to flash me that stupid grin. I hate the way you make me feel like I can do whatever the hell I want. I hate the way you make me want to be a better person. I hate the way you tell me that I deserve more than Chuck Bass. I hate the way you made me realise that I want someone like Dan Humphrey in my life after denying you and your presence for the first two years of knowing you,"

He knew she was getting emotional, and it was only going to get worse. He felt her curl her hand curl into a fist before hitting his chest and stepping away from him.

"I hate the way you make me feel Dan!" She said, her voice going up several decibels.

"Bl-Blair," He stuttered. He felt like a fish on dry land, flopping around helplessly. He didn't know what to do. His intention wasn't to make her fall in love with her and then dash all of her hopes and dreams. This wasn't right.

"Blair, I… I…" He couldn't even finish his sentence.

"I'm in freaking love with you!"

There it was. And maybe in some parallel universe, that part of Dan that might have possibly had feelings for the brunette and instigated what they did last night, might have jumped for joy. But in this moment, Dan's heart sank. He swallowed hard, and tried to breathe. Because he knew this wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. And maybe there was a little part of him that got excited over the fact that she liked him, but this could not have been happening right now.

Lips pursed, Dan shook his head slightly before looking around for his jacket, picking it up from the foot of the bed and putting it on.

"I have to go," He stated flatly.

"No, Dan…"

Without responding, he started to walk towards the door, but was stopped by Blair taking a hold of his wrist and pulling him back.

"Dan," She pleaded. He turned to look at her to see the sadness in her eyes.

"Blair, it shouldn't have happened," Dan almost whispered. "Last night was a mistake,"

Seeing the brunette swallow, he knew he had said the wrong words. Could his last words to his only friend have been 'last night was a mistake'?

Feeling her grip loosen around his wrist, she averted her gaze from his before he finally turned to leave the brunette in the room. And as he exited the room and walked down the corridor, all he could hear were her sobs.

God, he was so fucked.