Prompt: Dan and Blair get drunk at the party in 3x02 and leave it together.

Blair Waldorf was without a doubt the most frustrating individual he'd ever had to deal with. She'd had the audacity to ask for his help tonight when all she really wanted was an in so she could wreak havoc on yet another nemesis, and still he couldn't help feeling lenient toward her. She sat alone in a dark corner on the roof and stared out at the unsuspecting masses with a slight snarl adorning lip. He'd known her long enough to understand that though she did indeed disapprove of the mundane partygoers, the snarl had more to do with a pointed dislike of self than anything else. It was her first line of defense and she was putting up a strong front.

"You want a beer?" He handed her the plastic cup without waiting for a response essentially forcing her to take it from him. She yanked it out his hand, sloshing a few drops into her blouse.

"Great. Look what you've done."

"What I've done? Get your eyes examined, Waldorf. This one's all on you."

She sneered up at him. "Are we talking about the beer or my social exile?"

He shrugged. "I just thought you might want something to drink after your rough night."

"It was only rough because of you. Because you have a severe mental handicap and refuse to see Georgina for what she is."

"Oh, I know exactly what, or who she is. I just don't choose to hold it against her. There's someone else at this party I feel that way about as well."

Avoiding his gaze, she downed the entire contents of her cup without so much as a blink, making her seem a bit nervous. Interesting. Dan did the same with his and offered to get them refills. When he returned, she seemed to have regained some of her usual flair for she wasted no time in insulting him.

"I don't need any pity from you, of all people. I used you, you humiliated me. Let's just call it even and move on. The last thing I want is some sniveling Brooklynite with a delayed act of conscience hovering over me." She took the drink and stayed put, as did he. They sat like that for some time, until the party started to wind down and the crowd started to dwindle. They had accrued an impressive collection of empty plastic cups in assorted colors that Dan was currently fashioning into a pyramid. With a swift kick, Blair demolished his creation, sending the cups clattering loudly across the blacktop. She snickered unabashedly at his displeased expression.

"Sorry, Dan. It was an accident. Scouts honor." She slurred while struggling to place two fingers in the air.

"You're an irritating drunk. And since when do you call me Dan?"

"What's wrong with that? It is your name."

"Yeah, but you never call me by my first name. It's always Humphrey or loser or pond scum. Something like that." He was having trouble focusing on her because she was moving too quickly. Her shoulders were shaking and her head kept bobbing up and down. She was laughing, genuinely laughing at his humor. This was a first and he was more than a little startled to discover he enjoyed the bell-like sounds coming from her mouth.

"Well, pond scum, how does it feel to know that you've officially dethroned me? Hmm?" A strand of her hair was hanging haphazardly over her right eye covering her severely arched eyebrow and softening the menacing look she was giving him. Without thought he reached out and brushed it behind her ear.

"I haven't dethroned you. You're always going to lead. It's who you are." His hand lingered around her ear then rested on her collarbone. "I just wish you'd focus your efforts on something other than hierarchy and domination. Because I think you could be something great."

She searched his face for what felt like an eternity, and finally looked away, letting her gaze settle on something far off.

"What do you know about it?" Sadness cloaked her question.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt for her in that moment, really felt for her. It was most likely because of her uninhibited state, but she was disrobed of her persona that she wore for the rest of the world. This was no queen, no mean girl, but merely a girl who appeared to be just as lost as the rest of the poor souls wandering around them. He followed her gaze and wondered what it was that she saw. An unclear future perhaps, or one riddled with self doubt and disappointment. It was startling. His instincts were telling him to comfort her, to touch her. After everything she'd done tonight, she'd somehow managed to get him thinking about her welfare. He probably shouldn't have been surprised by this, however. He'd always held a soft spot for the girl. She was fascinating.

"I've never known anyone like you. You're smart and driven, you're cunning and ruthless, and yet you're still vulnerable and compassionate when you need to be. Of course you're going to do things, great things." He had to tell himself multiple times not to touch her, to keep his hands to himself, which was difficult because it was in his nature to be close with the people he cared about. To share space with them, be intimately connected. And he had to admit that he did in fact care about Blair.

She shifted uncomfortably and knocked a few stray cups around with her feet, turning in to face him. She wavered a little and used his knee to steady herself.

"Do you really think that, or are you just feeling sorry for me?"

"I don't blow smoke for anyone."

Her hand still on his knee, she cut her eyes up to his and peered closely, transfixed.

"You're an enigma, pond scum." She followed the observation by leaning in and brushing her lips lightly against his.

A jolt. Electricity. It sparked at his mouth and shot through the rest of his body in waves. She pulled back to determine his reaction and the energy remained, connecting them by an unseen force. He grunted at the loss of contact and gave his hands permission to finally reach out and touch her. His arms gently grabbed hers and he pulled her close. They stared at one another, surmising each other's expressions, both trying to decide if the other was serious. Because they would have to be crazy for this situation to have arisen. He felt woozy and slightly out of control. Finally, he could stand it no longer and he kissed her. At first it was more like an experiment. His mouth closed over her top lip and hers responded in the same manner. They lingered like this, welcoming the strange sensation created by two mouths meeting for the first time. But then it became something more. His hands slid up to her face and he was again in control of himself. She too seemed to awaken after the initial shock and he felt it in the pressure of her lips on his. She shifted into his embrace and let him explore her mouth in a way he never would have dreamed possible. And her hands developed a mind of their own, seemingly, for Blair Waldorf would never, never let them slide down his backside. Yet when he stopped for air, there they were, practically grabbing his ass.

"So, do you want to reconsider coming to my party?" The coy little devil was flirting with him. And he liked it.

"Uh, I think we might be the only ones there, Blair."

"Exactly."

He had to remind himself to breathe. This was Blair Waldorf. This was insane. This was impulsive. This was irrational.

This was definitely going to happen.

A large grin spread across his face as he felt a little squeeze on the place where her hand still lay.

She stood and helped him up, then let go of him and walked on ahead.

"Come on, Dan. I want to hear more about these great things I'm going to do."