Dan

The elevator in my apartment dinged.

Serena stepped out of it.

"Hey." I greeted.

She had the manuscript of the Serena chapter in her hands.

"Uh... You're, uh... You're still in Manhattan and you're here."

"I spent all night reading and re-reading and then I realized I can't leave until I know if what you wrote is true."

"It is. Every single word of it."

"Do you understand how I feel now?" I questioned.

"No. No, actually, I'm more confused than ever." Serena answered.

"Which one is the real you? The one that wrote this chapter or the one in Vanity Fair?" She questioned.

"And "both" is not an acceptable answer."

Chuck

"You know, I still had a tracking device on your Limo from back in the day when I hated you and I thought it was a little odd when your Limo driver made a Midnight trip to a romantic inn in Windham. Anyway..."

Jack set his tea cup aside.

"You attempt to kill him or not?"

I looked up at him.

"Cause if you didn't, running sure makes it look like you did."

"Chuck did nothing wrong." Blair defended.

"That's not entirely true. I didn't help him."

I shook my head.

"Who shoved who first? Who got hit? I- I don't even know."

"It was self-defense. Bart tried to kill you on that plane."

"I saved myself. Then I fought back. I- I don't feel guilty but... That doesn't mean I'm not." I expressed.

"Anyways, Bart made it clear he owns Captain Donnelley." I pointed out to Jack.

He rolled his eyes.

"Can you help us get out of here? A nice deserted island with no extradition treaties?" She questioned.

I placed my hand on Blair's knee.

"We don't need money. We can live off the land."

"As much as I'd love to see you spearfishing in a coconut bikini,"

I looked up at Jack.

"I, uh... Had another thought."

"Were there security cameras on that roof?" He questioned.

"Bart turned them off."

"Because he was going to kill you."

"So, who saw you up there?"

"Him, Blair, and Serena."

"And I won't say a word. Even if they torture me, I won't speak. Neither will Serena. She loves her brother too much to do that."

"I, uh... Head a different kind of torture in mind."

I looked back at Jack.

"Marriage. Spousal privilege means that a Wife cannont be forced to testify against her husband."

I fell backward on the sofa.

"Not like this, Blair."

"Why not?" Blair questioned.

"We're in love and one way or another we both achieved our goals.

I looked over at her.

"And... Every trembling bone in my tired and scared body wants to marry you."

"It's twisted but it's, uh... Very you." Jack gave his opinion.

He stood up.

Jack walked over to the door.

"Jack is right."

He shut the door behind him.

"Chuck and Blair hold hands? Chuck and Blair go to the movies? You said you never wanted us to be boring."

Blair raised her eyebrows.

"Well, we definitely aren't that now."

"I was a stupid child when I said those things." I answered.

I stood up.

She stood up after me.

"Life with you..."

I pulled the necklace with the Engagement ring on it out from underneath the top of her dress.

"Could never be boring."

The chain nearly reached all the way down to her stomach.

Blair gasped as I went down on one knee in front of her.

"Blair... Cornelia Waldorf... Will you marry me?"

She breathed heavily.

"Yes. Yes, I will." Blair answered.

I slid the ring on her left ring finger.

I got up off one knee.

We kissed passionately.

Dan

"Okay. You need to explain everything from the beginning. The very, very beginning."

"Yeah, uh... Alright, welll...I'd been going to school with you guys for awhile but that night was the first night that I'd been to one of your parties."

I was remembering the events at the party.

"Of course, I soon realized that I'd been invited by accident. But I didn't care if I wasn't supposed to be there. Once I got inside, I wasn't leaving... Because that's when I saw you."

I had saw Serena standing on the landing on her phone.

"I'd seen you before at school, on the steps of the Met but I'd never seen you like this."

"What are you doing, standing there all by yourself? Don't you ever go to parties?"

"I, um... Yeah. Sure, yeah. I, yeah. I went to Birthdays as a kid. Well, my own. I, um... I have a Cousin who's Jewish and her Bat Mitzvah was rocking."

She didn't seem to believe it.

"Uh... Oh. You were joking."

Serena laughed.

"Yeah, I was."

"No. So, I mean, I was... Yeah, I was too. I was joking."

She didn't seem to believe that either.

"No, I wasn't. I was... Her Bat Mitzvah was... It sucked. It was Hello Kitty-themed."

"I love Hello Kitty."

"So do I."

Serena laughed.

"I was joking again. You probably should get out more."

"Well, you see what happens when I do?"

"And this is so bad?"

I looked down.

"OMG. Kati just puked on her Prada." Blair told her, joining her.

"Is is taking pictures with her cell phone." She informed Serena.

"We have to go wish her happy barfday." Blair told her.

Serena followed after her.

"That's amazing. I wish I remembered any of that but I don't. Probably because I had too much Champagne."

"Or because you thought I was a Lacrosse player named Matt."

Serena laughed.

She placed her hand on my knee.