In Dan's dream, he was hearing a soft tapping sound and could not figure out the source. He was in his bedroom, turning over every little thing trying to find the source of the sound but everything else was silent. In real life, he covered his head with a throw pillow to try to drown out the very real knocking at the door of the loft.

"Don't worry, sleeping beauty," Jenny said, and he hear the screeching of chairs against the floor and footsteps to the door, "I'll get the door while you sleep through the entire holiday."

"Thanks, Jen," Dan mumbled, turning around to face the cushions to avoid any light.

He pressed the pillow harder against his ear to try and avoid the onslaught of unwanted sounds piercing his ear drum. Why had he let Vanessa convince him to go out? It was always a bad idea to go along with Vanessa's plans.

"Oh, hey, Blair," Jenny said loudly and Dan took the heightened volume as a hint. With all of his energy (barely any), he sat up, brushed his cheeks in case there was any kind of drool and tried to pat down his hair. "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Hey, Jenny, I come bearing a pie," Blair said.

Dan watched as Jenny took the pie and stepped away from the door, "Do you want to come in?"

"Hey, Blair," Dan said, waving sheepishly from the couch. Even from a distance Dan could see Blair's eyes narrow as she caught sight of him. "Please come in."

Blair stepped carefully into the loft, "My car is waiting for me outside, I really can't stay. We just finished baking these so I figured I would drop one off."

"Do you want to talk in my bedroom, maybe?" Dan said, gesturing towards his room with his thumb.

Blair looked between Jenny and Dan, "Okay. Seriously though, for a minute."

She walked towards him and Dan put his hand on the small of her back. Looking behind him, he mouthed at Jenny and asked for the time. Jenny put up her two index fingers. 11? His dad was supposed to wake him up at 9:05.

"How was your night?" he awkwardly asked. It was hard to try and make conversation with someone when you didn't know what their anger level was towards you. Dan pushed the door to his bedroom open, noticing a body-shaped lump in his bed and realizing very quickly his mistake. "Shit."

"Who is that?" Blair said harshly, brushing his hand off her back and crossing her arms.

Dan placed a hand on top of his head and grabbed at his hair, "It's just Vanessa-"

"Just Vanessa?" Blair turned on her heel and left the room quickly.

Dan saw movement in the bed, poking Vanessa with his finger, "I thought you had to leave early, Vanessa."

"What time is it?" she asked, groggily.

"11."

"A.M?"

"Yes, Vanessa. 11 AM. I need to go talk to my girlfriend and explain to her that you were innocently sleeping in my bed and this isn't what it looks like. Can you just-" Dan motioned to her in the bed, "Not be in my bed when I'm done?"

Vanessa lifted her hand slowly and motioned o.k. before Dan turned and walked out of the room.

"I'll just go to my room now," Jenny said, walking around Blair when Dan entered the living room. She gave Dan a small pat on his shoulder as she walked by and a look filled with pity.

Dan turned his head towards Blair, "It isn't what it looks like, Blair, I swear."

"Hmm."

"Blair?"

"What do you want me to say, Dan? I'm waiting for the explanation that is going to make me feel better and not just a weak, 'Oh, Blair, it isn't what it looks like.'" Blair looked down and examined her nail beds, "So go on."

"I'm not actually really sure why she was in my bed," Dan said, letting the words fall out of his mouth before he properly thought about how it sounded. "That's not what I meant. I mean, the last thing I remember is talking to you outside that party that you were no longer at."

"Continue," Blair said, giving him a small nod but still refusing to meet his eye contact.

Dan took a deep breath in, "We drank probably a little too much last night."

"You think?" Blair said with a laugh that Dan presumed to be mostly fake. "Gee, I thought you're completely sober when you were yelling outside my friends house."

"Yes, well, I probably could have made better decisions last night."

"This conversation," Blair said, motioning between the two of them, "is not making anything look better for you."

Dan heard footsteps coming from his bedroom. "Blair, Dan could barely shut up about you last night," Vanessa said as she made her way into the living room.

"Vanessa, what are you doing?" Dan mumbled.

"You told me to leave your bedroom by the time the conversation was over, so that is what I'm doing. I'm leaving," she answered, pointing towards the door, "unless you wanted me to not leave? It's all very confusing." Vanessa stepped closer to him in her attempt to get to the door, "God, Dan, did you shower yet? You smell of whiskey."

"Vanessa!" he said, pressing his hand against his forehead. "Don't you have somewhere to be? You are not helping my case."

"Well, seeing as I was more sober than you were, I figured I could be an impartial witness for your defense." She turned towards Blair, "Your boyfriend was a complete gentleman last night with only thoughts of you. It was my fault we didn't reach the party earlier as, no offense, I've been to that party last year of your friends and if I can't film it, there is no fun in it for me. I was sleeping in Dan's bedroom because after I basically dragged him up here, he collapsed on me in a drunken passed out state and I could not get him to move. I would have loved to make it home last night as now I have to figure out an alternative way to get to Vermont as my sister has left me since I over slept. It was so great to see you, Blair, as always." Vanessa put her hands together and gave Blair a small bow as she walked out, "Text me later, Dan."

Blair looked from the door to Dan, her arms still crossed. "I need to go."

"Blair," he said, reaching his arm out.

"Dan, I'm serious. I have a driver downstairs waiting for me. I can't hear you fumble through an explanation for another hour. I thought you were different," she said, her voice dropping slightly as she made her way to follow Vanessa out.

Dan quickly followed her, "Blair, I'm sorry. I'm seriously, very sincerely sorry for embarrassing you last night and having Vanessa in my room when you came… or really at all. I was not thinking clearly."

"You don't even know what you are apologizing about," Blair said, turning on the stairs to face him. "Just pick an offense and apologize for it and then move on. You can't lump everything together. They don't carry equal weight. I barely care about last night. At least the drunken calling out my name outside a house. It bothers me more that you brought Vanessa with you to the party. Or the fact that you let her distract you from coming to the party. Or the fact she was in your bed with you!"

"Blair-"

"Just let me finish, Dan!" She leaned her back against the wall, "I thought you were different from Nate in the fact that you would put aside weird feelings that you may or may not share with a friend and put me first."

"I want to put you first, Blair."

"Dan, no one forced you to drink that much."

"I was just having fun with a friend."

"A friend you know that I'm not the craziest about because I'm almost 100% sure she is carrying some kind of torch for you."

"You are the one who said I should hang out with her!" Dan argued.

"Hang out not get black out drunk, Dan. There is actually a difference. You see, I removed myself from any kind of situation I would have thought, had I recapped it to you the next day, would have made you uncomfortable. I left and went to bed. What did you do?"

"Continued to drink…"

"Dan, I'm not mad. I'm disappointed. I just expect more from you."

"Expect… not expected?"

"Why would it be expected?"

"I don't know, I just thought with you leaving my place and not settling the argument…"

"I'm not breaking up with you because we're in a fight, Dan," Blair said, rolling her eyes. "Sometimes you get too pathetic for me to stay mad at you."

Dan gave her his best puppy dog eyes, "Like right now?"

"No," Blair clarified, "I'm still mad. It's going to take more than 10 minutes for me to get over finding another girl in your bed."

"It's just Vanessa," Dan said.

"That makes it 10 times worse."

"So you're still mad but we're not breaking up… just to clarify."

Blair rolled her eyes again, "I'll talk to you later, Dan. Maybe while you're thinking of things to be thankful of today, you can remember me and also think of ways to get on my good side."

"Chocolate?" Dan called after her as she continued to descend the stairs. "Wine? A hand written apology note with my tears staining it."

"I'm sure you'll think of something," she said, calling back up.

Dan made his way back up the stairs to the loft to find Jenny and Rufus both sitting expectantly on the couch.

"Soooooo," Jenny started as he closed the door. "How'd it go?"

"I'm never touching alcohol again is how it went," Dan answered heading down the hallway to his bedroom. "Wake me up when the turkey is done. I'm going to try and forget that the last 12 hours ever happened."

"You know," Jenny called back. "I could help you with that. Let me hit you in the head really hard. I hear it helps with losing your memory!"