I wanna break this spell you've created.

Dan had become a ghost in his own house. Serena had gotten increasingly busier as the opening day for the new Bass hotel was drawing nearer. He had stopped writing as he tried to think of what he was going to do. It had almost been a week since his world turned upside down. It had been seven days since Blair's confession. It had been seven days since the last time he spoke to her, saw her. It had been seven days since he had seen Chuck Bass exiting her apartment, pissed off as hell. It had been four days since he had seen Nathaniel Archibald, smiling from ear to ear and telling him that Blair was going to wait for him unless he told her so.

Seated at the dining table with his laptop beside him, he watched as the cursor blinked monotonously. Not surprisingly, he had not been able to write a single word for seven days. Sighing, he shut the lid of his laptop in frustration before he turned his attention to the breakfast that was sitting in front of him. Picking up the glass of orange juice, he took a sip before he heard a pair of heels clicking against the hard surface of the floor.

Swallowing the last of the juice, he turned around to see Serena rushing in, giving her husband a weak smile as she fished out a bagel from the breadbasket.

"Only two more days. Are you excited?" Dan asked with a small smile, lowering the glass to the table as he watched Serena move around the table with ease. He hadn't really been present for the past few days, but he could tell that she was used to having her breakfast on the go.

"Excited that it will finally be all over!" She exasperated with a bright smile as paused momentarily to face Dan. "Then I can finally have a life! Spend some time with you and find out what you've been up to for the past few days," She muttered as she picked up a knife, smearing cream cheese on the bagel.

Biting his tongue, Dan gave her a smile before nodding his head. If only she really knew what he had been up to.

"Do I need to make a reminder in my calendar for the day you'll be free? Or should we just play it by ear?" He teased with a smile, picking up his own bagel and lifting it to his mouth. Watching as Serena turned to him, he noticed the infamous pout, but the corners of her lips had turned up.

"Shut up. I might be back at a reasonable time tonight. Chuck needs his beauty sleep before an opening,"

Rushing over to Dan's side, she placed a brief kiss against his cheek before mumbling that she would see him later. Nodding, he said his goodbye to his wife before breathing out heavily. Turning to look at his laptop, he furrowed his brow gently before he got up from the chair. Tucking it underneath his arm, he picked up the cup of coffee and brought it with him as he made his way back to the study.

Knocking on the double doors, he twisted the doorknob before pulling it back and stepping inside. Looking around, Dan finally found a figure sitting over a large desk. Closing the door and clearing his throat, he watched as the startled brunette turn to face him.

"Dan," She breathed out quietly, her ends of her lips curling up ever so slightly.

He knew what that meant. She was happy, even though she shouldn't have been happy. Swallowing, Dan dropped his head slightly to the stack of papers that was in his hands. Taking a breath, he proceeded to walk further inside Blair's workroom, slowly reading the manuscript out loud.

"Why are you calling me Christopher? You know I haven't been taking your calls for days," Andrea's voice resonating, a shudder going down Christopher's spine.

"I needed to talk to you An. I need to say how sorry I am. How sorry I am for the other night," He was starting to sound desperate, and he knew it.

"You've always told me you're sorry Chris. You've always told me you'll never do it again. And every single time, I believe you. And then a week later, I get a call from Mark that you're in trouble again and I have to come and help you,"

Christopher fell silent.

"You keep on using me as your escape route. I'm tired of it. I don't want to do this any more,"

"I- I'm sorry," He stammered.

Stopping, Dan was now several feet away from Blair who was still perched on her chair.

"I'm sorry," Dan said, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry for what I did, for how I reacted. I'm sorry for everything,"

It almost felt like everything he had said fell on deaf ears as Blair was still looking up at him.

"… Is that part of your book?"

Swallowing, Dan nodded slowly as he took several steps forward and handed her what there was of the manuscript.

"It's what I've got so far. I just started reading from a arbitrary paragraph," He replied.

Watching as the brunette take the manuscript in her hands and flick through the pages, he walked over to the chair that was on the other side of the room and brought it over to her. Setting it down, he straddled the chair and rested his arm on the back. He watched her eyes dart from left to right across the pages in silence as he allowed her to read what he had printed out for her. Several minutes later, she managed to tear her gaze away from the manuscript, a small smile appearing on her lips.

"This is really good Dan. This reminds me of the days when you used to print out stories for me to read," She replied in a soft voice with a light laugh.

"Those were the days, huh?" He smiled slightly, blinking slowly as he looked up at her.

Just as she was motioning for Dan to take the manuscript back, he shook his head and held his hand up, gesturing for her to stop.

"Keep it. I've got a copy,"

"Thank you,"

They both smiled, their gazes averting one another before Dan finally lifted his head up to look at her.

"Y- You gave me the inspiration to write Blair. You gave me my muse back,"

Startled, the brunette looked up to meet his gaze for a moment before it fell back to the front page that Dan had started reading from. Breathing slowly, she looked back at Dan, and for the longest moment, the two of them sat there in complete silence.