Disclaimer: All chapters of this story are for entertainment purposes only. I own none of the characters. Props to the writers and creators of My Fair Lady and of course, GG.

Chapter 9: "On the Street Where you Live"

Poor Blair,Chuck thought. How simply frightful! How humiliating! How delightful!Serves her right for toying with me. He laughed thinking of the scene she had caused the day before.

Meanwhile, Blair was laying low on the Upper East Side. She had warned Humphrey that she was planning on taking over his house-sitting job, and it was time to make good on that promise. Now that she was a "Blue Blood", the Brooklyn digs were just not going to work. She needed to create a presence on the UES. True to her word, Blair moved into the Park Avenue penthouse that was under Dan's careful watch.

"Blair, this is really going too far," Dan warned as she made her way through the penthouse.

Blair was getting acquainted with the place she was to call home. "I don't see what the concern is; now there will be another set of eyes looking out for the apartment."

Oh, if only Blair knew how very right she was. For there were indeed others watching out. Several stories below, Nate stood under the street lamp looking up. He knew it was wrong to have followed her home after the match, but he wanted to make sure she was okay after what had happened. And even though she told him she just wanted to be friends, he still had hope she might change her mind. For now, he was happy to be on the street where she lived.

Spotted: An Upper East Sider stalking a Brooklyn burglar.

"There's no reasoning with you Blair," Dan gave up and took a seat in the grand foyer.

"Don't you just love this checkerboard flooring", she yelled from the kitchen.

When he didn't answer, she joined him on the other side of the apartment.

"So, I was thinking," she said holding a big smile for a little too long.

"Well, stop it. Bad things happen when you start to think." He had his head down trying to rest his eyes. He thought that maybe if his eyes were closed, this nightmare would go away.

"You know my birthday is coming up?" She continued.

"And as promised", he said sternly, "I'm going to take you to White Castle."

"You really know how to treat a lady, Humphrey. And while I appreciate your chivalrous act, I will not be in Brooklyn for my birthday."

"Okay?" He always humored her in spite of his better judgment.

"Because, dear Humphrey, I will be holding my very own birthday gala right here," she said holding up her arms as if to sell him on the penthouse.

"That's an amazingly stupid idea."

She scoffed at his lame attempt to stop her. "Yeah well, I have to make up for that little faux pas over there in Meadowbrook. So I figure, I'll throw a fabulous party, and they'll forget the whole thing."

Blair was right, Dan thought. The Upper East Side did have a very bad short term memory.

"Blair, please don't do this to me," he pleaded.

"Do this to you!" She gasped. "Humphrey, do you ever stop thinking about yourself?"

"Sweet Jesus, help me!" He rolled his eyes.

"Great, then you're in!" She ran over to the winding staircase. "So, I think I'll make my grand entrance here."

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened and an old woman stepped out into the foyer.

"And what a lovely entrance it shall be, my dear," the woman exclaimed.

Dan jumped to his feet. Sheer terror washed over him. "Countess! You're home", he gulped.

Uh oh B, looks like the only thing you'll be planning is an arraignment. But don't worry, we hear the latest prison jumpsuits come in black and white stripes, just like your Bendel's bag. At least we won't be calling the fashion police. XOXO