A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews. I loved and appreciated each one of them. Hope you enjoy the chapter! :) And please read the author's note at the end. Sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes. I checked 4 times but you never know.

Special thanks to SBC, for always being a cheerleader. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters.

Two months had passed since Blair and Dan's first date, and summer had finally arrived. With the stress of finals over, one would think (or, Dan would think) that that meant at least some relaxation.

But according to Blair Waldorf?

She laughed at the thought.

After going through an arduous application process, (without calling in any favors, she proudly declares) Blair landed her dream internship at Vogue. In celebration for her big day, Dan had come over the Waldorf apartment and made Blair dinner. He had brought chocolate covered strawberries for dessert and once Blair licked the chocolate off his face, he was a goner. With her mother in France and Dorota gone for the day, he couldn't not spend the night.

The morning of her first day, Blair dreamily roused from sleep, smile on her face. With one look at her, Dan could instantly tell what she was thinking about. "Blair, you do realize you won't be having lunch with Anna Wintour every day right?"

"Shush," she snapped harmlessly. "You have no idea what happens inside of Vogue. Anything is possible." She ignored his rolling eyes.

"Right."

After he was shooed out of the room so she could get ready, he headed downstairs to make her breakfast. He already knew she would decline whatever he made, fruit or omelette. By this point in their relationship, he knew her so well, he could pinpoint when her adrenaline would diminish and when her nerves would kick in. So when she appeared downstairs thirty minutes later, slightly pale despite her blush and visibly shaking despite her courage, he was hardly surprised. He folded the newspaper and got up to meet her.

She looked too scared to speak, so he did.

"You're going to be great. You got this internship. You. Vogue doesn't hand out jobs to just anyone. You deserve to be there." He put his hands on her shoulders and lightly shook her. "Relax. You gonna blow them out of the fucking water."

Her lips curved upward into a smile and she took a deep breath.

"Now I am making you an omelette and you are going to eat it."

She gave him a look that said don't even think about it and let it go. After finally getting her to eat some fruit, he considered his day a success.

Out on the sidewalk, Dan kissed her deeply, and all nerves fizzled out of her. She had grown to be almost addicted to him, and all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off and crawl back into bed with him. But before she could even attempt to do this, his lips grazed her ear. "Knock 'em dead," he whispered and then backed away. "I'll see you later at the Loft," he said, still walking backwards. And when she turned the other direction, he called out once more. "Waldorf!" Smirk upon her face, she turned to him. "You'll do great." And with that, he winked and walked away.

::

Once Dan opened the Loft door, the air felt different.

Her internship.

His heart dropped, knowing the dramatics were about to go through the roof.

"Blair?" he called, shutting the door.

A beat passed.

"Don't you dare come in here Humphrey!"

He walked up to the source of her voice, shaking his head at the closed bedroom (garage) door.

"This is my room, Blair," he laughed.

"Humphrey, so help me god, if you come in here-" Her voice stopped when he slid open the door.

Dan studied the scene before him in shock, blinking furiously to make sure he wasn't losing his eyesight.

Blair Waldorf was snuggled under his sheets, in his NYU sweatshirt, eating ice cream.

"Don't say it," was all she said.

He furrowed his brow. "Say what?"

"I told you so."

"Why would I say that?" Dan sighed. Instead of going for the dramatics, (okay, she did a little), Blair went the heart-tugging route. When he sat down beside her on the bed, he saw her struggling to hold back tears. He wordlessly took the container of ice cream out of her hands and placed it on the bedside table. Then, sliding his arms underneath her, he curled her into his body. She buried her face in his shirt in the hopes that it would stop the mortifying tears attempting to roll its way down her cheeks.

"Was it that bad?" he asked, albeit hesitating.

"I don't want to talk about it," she muffled.

"Okay," he agreed, rubbing his hands up and down her back. "But for the record, wasn't I the one who thought you were going to do great?"

He felt her take a deep breath against him and then slowly prop herself up on his chest. Although she moved quickly, he still got a glimpse of her tear-streaked cheeks before she kissed him. Her mouth immediately relaxed against his and their lips soon moved in sync. He lifted his hands from her hips and brought them up to her face, thumbing away the leftover tears, before trailing his lips down from her cheek to her ear.

"Tomorrow will be better," he mumbled against her ear. "Tonight on the other hand..." Blair's mouth swallowed his words as she covered his lips with hers. She moved so she was lying completely on top of him, and shuddered at his eager hands and mouth that were touching everywhere.

Yes, Blair thought as her eyes fluttered closed. Tonight will be much better.

::

And somehow, the next day was too. Blair slowly got into the groove of her internship, and although she soon realized she would definitely not be eating lunch with Anna Wintour everyday, she could very well correspond with her one day if she worked hard.

She already had a one-up on all of the other interns. Her fellow coworkers came from all across the country, so Blair inwardly put a check next to her name for being familiar with the city and its fashion. Dan helped proof read all of the blog posts and articles she had to write; her boss was continually impressed by the lack of spelling and grammar mistakes. Most importantly, Blair knew how to carry an intelligent conversation about all topics, related to Vogue or not. After growing up and attending Upper East Side parties, she had been thrust into conversations with incredibly important people. Blair was always impeccably polite, extremely respectful, and always very knowledgeable about all current events. She had always been seen as mature, (at least when she was not scheming), and every one of her bosses and editors at Vogue noticed.

The first few weeks at her internship had her with little free time. Blair had barely seen Serena for more than a few minutes each day– despite the fact that they still lived across from each other. So when a late meeting was postponed until the following day, Blair cancelled on an understanding Dan and called her best friend.

"For old time's sake. Butter. 7:30."

Serena squealed on the other end of the line and Blair couldn't help but feel excited about their girls night out.

"Where's Serena?" Dan asked from Blair's bed, eyes never leaving the computer screen. Blair had assigned him to proofread a blog post while she was out, but she was taking so long to get ready, he had to do something to cure his boredom. "Isn't she right next door?"

"No, she's coming from some mysterious location. She wouldn't tell me," Blair whined from inside her closet. "Something's up with her. And I'm determined to find out tonight." She reappeared in his view and Dan was glad the laptop was beside him on the bed; otherwise he would have dropped it.

Blair was wearing a form-fitting dress that ended right above her knee. The bold red color made Dan's heart stop, and if he didn't already know that Serena would be livid if Blair didn't show, he would have ripped the dress right off her there.

"How do I look?" Blair asked, looking down at herself and smoothing the material, completely unaware of his speechless reaction.

Dan cleared his throat and forced himself to coolly reply, "You look good. Really good."

She slowly sauntered over to him. "That's the best you can do? You know for a writer..."

Blair couldn't even finish her sentence before he was off the bed and pulling her into his arms, crashing his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth when she felt him claw at her back, blindly trying to locate the zipper of her dress. She shook her head and regretfully pulled away from him. "I can't be late."

He was breathing deeply, eyes clouded with lust. "Seriously?"

"I know, I'm sorry." She kissed him soundly and raked her fingers through his hair. Their tongues were soon dueling for control, and Blair forced herself to pull away again. "And even though it's completely out of the way, I will stop by the loft on my way home."

"Fine," he sighed, kissing her once more. Taking his hand, she grabbed her purse and led the way downstairs.

::

Once she walked into the Butter, she spotted Serena right away. The blonde shined through the crowds, and Blair watched in amusement as the bartender mistakenly took Serena's drink order as a way to flirt with her. Serena never did fully understand her effect over men, always oblivious to the fact that it only took a simple smile to reel them in. Shaking her head, she approached the bar, wanting to stop the poor guy from trying any further. "Sorry I'm late," she said, making herself comfortable on the stool next to Serena.

"B!" The two friends hugged and ordered Blair's drink. As Serena lunged into catching up with her life, Blair took in Serena once again. She literally glowed; Blair hadn't seen her look this happy since before she found out about her and Dan.

Taking a sip of her gin martini, she eyed her friend. "So, S. What is going on in your love life?"

Serena's mouth twisted into a suspicious smile, prompting a grin to appear on Blair. Serena was never good at hiding things. "I can see through you like glass, S. You know that."

"I never kiss and tell," Serena tried to retort, knowing she was losing this game fair and square.

"Oh puh-lease," she said rolling her eyes. "Fair attempt, S, but it's not working. Spill."

Serena gave a dramatic sigh, one her friend heard far too often. It no longer worked on Blair.

"I may or may not be rekindling things with an old flame," she said in a flirtatious tone.

Blair's jaw dropped. "Details."

Serena shook her head. "That's all your getting out of me," she replied, a smirk teasing her lips.

Blair breathed out a laugh. "It's amazing," she said, voice dripping in sarcasm. "Sometimes you forget what I'm capable of finding out."

"B," Serena warned. "Please don't try and dig for something. I will let you know details when I want to."

"Fine," Blair sighed, but still looked annoyed, nonetheless. "But I've been waiting so long for this. We can finally double date!"

Rolling her eyes, Serena took another sip of her cosmo, hiding her smile. "Onto the next topic. How's the internship? I want to know everything."

So Blair told her everything– including her horrible first day. Serena gaped at the story that described a very un-Blair-like day. From going to the wrong floor to spilling her bosses coffee all over her desk to sending an important email to the wrong person, Blair retold the mortifying story for the last time. Dan had heard it, and now Serena had heard it. No one else, Blair vowed to herself.

A few hours later, a slightly tipsy Blair made her way into the loft. Dan was sitting on the couch watching the news, and when he heard the door open, he merely rested his head back on the couch. She padded her way over to him, bending over his head and dropping a messy kiss on his lips. From his spot, Dan watched her waltz into his room. A moment later, she reappeared with one of his t-shirts on. After taking a washcloth to her face to rub the makeup off, she joined him on the couch. She wasn't even sitting for two minutes before she slid her way onto his lap, straddling him. He ran his hands up her thighs and under her (his) shirt, and groaned when he felt no lace.

"I missed you tonight," she purred, nipping his lips.

"You have no idea," he said, picking her up and making his way to his room. "You're sexy when you're drunk," he said once they made it to the bed, slipping off her shirt.

"I'm always sexy," she playfully corrected, and didn't need to be told twice all night. And despite the massive hangover and hellish commute she would have in the morning (thanks to being in Brooklyn), she didn't care one bit.

She was with him.

A/N: Again, I am so so sorry for my absence. I still love this story but have absolutely NO clue how I would continue it. So many episodes have aired since I stopped writing this, and so much has happened. Some good and some bad. For now I have been focusing on my other story. I think once I'm done "How They Bloom" I'll start a new one. For Dair, of course. :)

So, my question for you is...would you like me to continue this? Any ideas? I will most definitely take them into consideration since I am at a loss. Or, I could just end it.

In the meantime, how was this chapter? Reviews are always loved and appreciated.