A/N: I don't really know what this is, just kind of came out of nowhere. Loosely based on some spoilers about Dan writing a book about Chuck Bass but I'm discounting the fact they have seen each other (the whole 'Serena/Sabrina' getting married thing'). There will be more chapters to this, the speed at which they are published depends on my mood!


It's quiet. Not the type of quiet where it scares you, but the type of quiet where it's relaxing. Dan leans back in his chair as he re-reads the third chapter of his novel. He stares at the name "Chuck Bass" with such hatred in his eyes he slams his laptop shut.

Dan thought this novel would be soothing, an escape from reality, a coping mechanism. He couldn't have been more wrong. He simply didn't understand how this man, this awful man, could win the heart of the love of his life. He couldn't comprehend it.

As this thought swept into his mind, he allowed himself to think of her. He told himself he wouldn't, couldn't, think of her. Of her luscious hazelnut locks, her deep brown eyes, her perfect lips...

"No" he whispered to himself. He shook his head, trying to erase the image.

He stood up and wandered to the counter and sat on the bar stool, sieving through the mail hoping to find something interesting. Other than bills, coupons and a letter claiming he had won $1 million, nothing had caught his attention. Sighing, he walked to the fridge to get a bottle of Budweiser. After cracking the bottle open he decided to watch a movie. Running his finger along his vast collection with his eyes closed he picked a DVD at random. Philadelphia was resting underneath his finger and his thoughts flew straight to her.

"No!" he muttered angrily, taking a swig of his beer.


"Dorota!" Blair screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dorota wandered into her closet with a look of concern. "Yes Miss Blair?"

"Where is my pink Ralph Lauren?" she asked, pointing at the space it should be in her collection.

"At the dry cleaners Miss Blair" Dorota answered, as if it were obvious.

Blair sighed. "I thought that was meant to be picked up yesterday!"

"No Miss Blair, tomorrow" Blair slumped, her lips forming a frown. "What is wrong Miss Blair?"

"I just… I wanted to wear that dress to see Chuck later. He always liked that dress" she answered in a small voice.

"Ah Miss Blair, I'm sure Mr Chuck will like whatever you wear" Dorota smiled.

"No… Chuck has a very particular taste. He often makes comments on my clothes, what he likes, what he doesn't" she flicked her fingers across the fabric of her pale green lace dress, smiling slightly.

"I can help you find a new dress if you want Miss Blair?" Dorota walks past Blair further into her closet. She picks up a satin burgundy dress and Blair just shakes her head.

"I wore that last week" she sighs and Dorota continues walking through her closet.

A pink dress catches Blair's eye and she can't help but smile at the memory. Holding hands with a boy from Brooklyn was the only time she felt like a proper princess. The princess she longed to be.

"Dorota? Call me a car to Brooklyn please" Dorota gives a nod of approval as she understands where Blair intends to go. She scuttles off to the phone, smiling as she goes.

Blair arrives in Brooklyn just after ten. She sees the light on in the loft and knows he's inside. She quietly walks up the stairs. She stands outside the rusty double doors to the loft for a good five minutes, planning on what to say, what to do. She felt scared, not knowing the reaction this would cause.

"No!" she heard him say to himself in an angry tone and Blair couldn't help but let out a small giggle.


It was that faint sound that caused Dan's heart to stop. Holding the copy of Philadelphia Story he walks slowly towards the loft door, hoping it wasn't a figure of his imagination. He opens the door to find the girl of his dreams standing in front of him, her smile wiped off her face.

This was the first time in months he had seen her. Since their 'break up' and her returning to Chuck. Bags were visible underneath her eyes and the glow that she usually emitted had faded. She looked tired, worn out. Her flat curls were tucked behind her ears and her cheeks grew red.

"Hi" Dan said bluntly, mentally kicking himself at the lame greeting. There was a slight glimmer in Blair's eyes which made Dan's heartbeat go up a notch. Blair gave a weak smile.

"Hi"