Three months.

Three months of texting, phone calls, and Skyping and the day was finally here.

Dan Humphrey was back in New York.

Blair followed her staff around and everything that they cleaned, she would do it again. Dusting, mopping, sweeping… everything was being done twice. She was going completely insane over this small visit. She was nervous, and Blair Waldorf didn't deal with nerves well. She felt like she was about to see a stranger and an old friend all at the same time. They had shared so much over those last three months using technology that Blair wasn't sure what they would say to each other when they arrived. They had talked about their pasts, their dating history (Blair didn't need to share much on that one for obvious reasons), their hopes, their dreams, their lives. And now she would be face to face with someone that she had gotten quite used to just seeing in a little screen on her computer. She wasn't sure what to do with the real life thing.

Dan was scribbling down words frantically in his notebook. He wanted to get all these nerves and anticipation in writing before he saw her. Ten years of pining and this is what it was coming down to. What if they had nothing to talk about in person? What if the chemistry they had over texting didn't translate to real life? His pen was moving faster than he could think as he threw down words, in no particular order, on the page. If this was going to be it, he wanted to have enough material for a few albums. Who knew when he was going to feel these kind of nerves again?

Dan looked out the plane window and saw the New York skyline.

He was home.

Normally, when he got off a plane, he would be greeted with his family with signs ready to embarrass him. This time, though, he had told Rufus he was coming by car the next day. It gave him and Blair a full night before he had to start his obligations with the other people in his life. He was home for a record amount of time this time, two months, before he was going to be flying out to LA to start working on a soundtrack for a movie that he was asked to do. Two months of New York and more importantly, he hoped, two months of Blair.

Bracing himself and holding on to his arm rests, Dan started to try to calm himself down. He wasn't a good flyer and with the nerves he was already experiencing from thinking about Blair, he was on edge more than usual. When the plane touched down and came to a stop, he took a breath out. He turned to his neighbor, who was a teenage girl who had convinced her dad to switch seats with her mid-flight and had been working on the courage to talk to Dan the entire rest of the flight, and smiled. "Welcome to New York," he told her as she was taking her phone from her seat back pocket.

"You're Dan Humphrey," was the girl's reply before forcing him into a selfie.

Blair felt like she was at the beginning of Love Actually with all of the couples embracing around her in the airport. She stood against a pole and eyed where everyone was coming from, looking for the brown haired man that she couldn't get out of her mind. Blair smiled as she spotted him and began waving, a bit frantically, so he would get him to notice her.

Dan spotted her and had to remind himself he was in a public place so he wouldn't run over to her, pick her up, and twirl her around. Instead, he gave her a small wave and walked slowly over to her. "Blair," he said, quietly.

Blair was disappointed that that was their hello. How anti-climatic. "Humphrey," she said in response, muttering it as he gave her a brief hug.

"Sorry, I don't want to make a scene," he said, leaning down into her. "The girl next to me knew who I was and I feel like, for your sake, better to not get ourselves plastered in some gossip site."

Blair nodded, relived that he hadn't somehow lost interest in her over the course of the flight. "Right, of course," she said. "Although, I'm a little offended that you don't want to be in gossip magazines with me." She looked at him and pouted, "Am I not good enough for the rumors, Dan?"

He laughed, putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her out of the airport. "Of course you are, but I just felt with Chuck being well being Chuck that it would be better if it was more discreet."

Blair nodded and knew he was right.

Chuck, although accepting the divorce, certainly wasn't taking it well. He had texted her every day since being served with papers proclaiming his love to her and all the ways he would do better. Blair, for the most part, didn't respond. She didn't want to encourage him to try harder because she was done. Her one response, which she regretted, was that if he had put half the effort into the marriage as he did sending her a daily text message then maybe they would have lasted. Chuck had taken that as a sign to move from text messages to showing up at their former apartment, that Blair was still residing in and planning on taking as part of their divorce agreement, regularly and ringing the doorbell until she answered and told him to go away. It had been a tough couple of months on top of the already draining divorce procedures, and Blair was glad that Dan had the wherewithal to think of the torture it might bring her if they were photographed together.

Blair led him to the car that was waiting for them and he opened the door for her. Blair slid on the leather seats to behind the driver seat and Dan came in after her, closing the door. As they were pulling away, Dan reached for her hand across the seat and Blair smiled in return.

"I've been looking forward to this for awhile," he said, leaning his head over to her. Blair met him in the middle and kissed him in return. Dan moved his arm around her back and pulled her to him, tangling his other hand in her hair. Blairs hand ran over his forearms as she leaned into the kiss.

"Seat belts," they heard from the front and could see the driver glaring at them in the mirror.

Blair and Dan locked eyes, quickly moving away from each other and putting their seat belts on. They started to laugh.

"So this is my place," Blair said, opening the door to the apartment that Dan had been in twice already. "As you can see, it has a foyer… and a kitchen."

Dan dropped his bag and walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around her torso, "And a bathroom and a living room and a dining room and a bedroom."

"Yes, all of those," she nodded, moving her head to the side as Dan kissed the skin on her neck.

"I've wanted to do this since I saw you in the airport," he said between kisses on her shoulder.

"What? Get an apartment tour?"

"Exactly," Dan said, letting her go. "Show me all of the rooms again."

Blair nodded, walking from the kitchen to the bathroom, "As I said, I have a bathroom."

"Very impressive."

She took his hand and pulled him into the living room that he had slept in, "And a couch. I've heard it's very comfortable for guests."

"I can attest to that," Dan said. "And what's upstairs?"

"Nothing of importance," she responded, leaning against the wall and tugged him towards her. She played with the buttons on his flannel shirt, undoing them slowly. "Just a bedroom with a lot of memories that I would prefer be avoided."

Dan nodded, "Noted."

Blair leaned up and kissed him, smiling as she did so. "I'm happy you are back in New York, Humphrey." She wrinkled her nose, "And, I have to admit, I was nervous the entire week up to today about you being here. But, so far, it's been better than expected."

Dan leaned in and kissed her softly. "I will admit to the same. I'm pleasantly surprised. I was thinking that maybe you decided to grow two heads or something."

She giggled as she embraced him and let her head rest on his chest. "Funny. I thought you were a musician not a comedian."

"Comedian but my day job is as a singer song-writer."

"Glad we cleared that up."

Dan's hands traced her back and rested on her upper thighs before lifting her up. Blair wrapped her legs around him, kissing his neck and ran her fingers up and down his arms. Dan's lips found hers and she remained happily pressed up against the wall as they kissed for a minute before she pointed to the couch.

As he was lowering her down to the couch and then making work of removing her tights, Blair looked up and started to laugh.

"Welcome back to New York, Humphrey."