"I like this one," Dan said, his voice low so only Blair could hear him. She turned her head and glared at him, and he gave her a shrug. "Okay, I don't like this one?" He glanced at their real estate agent, a friend of Blair's step father, who was busy trying to show them all the perks the apartment had. Blair, like she had in the last seven apartments they had been shown over the past couple of weeks, looked unimpressed and disinterested.

"The light is not good at all," Blair said, loudly, and the real estate agent showing them around looked back, her face crest fallen. Blair felt a ping of guilt for being so picky but if she was going to buy something, she wanted it to be perfect. It had to beat her apartment that she already lived in, and that was hard to do. "The ceilings are too low, I can already hear the upstairs neighbor so it's not sound proofed, and it's too far from Dan's work," she continued.

"I don't mind the walk," Dan started, and Blair shot him a look. They were in this together and if she didn't like something, he was supposed to go along with it. Dan, unlike Blair, had found a positive in all the apartments. She reasoned with herself it's because he wasn't used to living in luxury. She wasn't going to settle. "I mean, I guess it is a little far."

"Right, well, do you want to see the rest of the rooms?" the woman asked, her eyebrows raised. "At least you can see the master?"

"I'll find it myself, Carlene," Blair said impatiently as she marched on by the real estate agent. It was their third weekend in a row looking and Blair was positive that nothing in the city would match up to what she wanted. Part of it was money. Dan wanted to contribute to the cost, which was fine as they were going to live together, but his income didn't exactly match hers. She was willing to pay on a sliding scale, where she contributed more as she was worth more, but it had hurt his pride when she suggested it. So now, not only was she downsizing, but she had to budge on location too. "Come on, Dan."

Dan quickly followed step as Blair found her way around, leaving the real estate agent standing in the foyer. "Blair, don't you want to actually look at the rooms before you cast this off as a potential home?"

"Not really," she said, opening a door to a bathroom. "I know what's right for me."

"You know, you might find something that you think is perfect for you and cast off a perfectly good apartment just to come back to it years later."

Blair turned and laughed, "Are you trying to compare yourself to a shabby apartment, Humphrey? You had much more potential as Lonely Boy from Brooklyn than this apartment ever will. I just want it to be perfect."

"I don't think anything in this city is going to be up to your standards then."

Blair shook her head, "Maybe not this weekend, but there will be eventually. You'll see." She opened a door at the end of the hallway which lead to the master bedroom. The apartment had been set up to show so it was complete with furniture and Blair scoffed at the rented furniture, "This room isn't half bad but the bed they chose? A disaster. You see how it cuts off the room and it's completely in the wrong spot."

"You know this isn't actually the bed we would use. And we could have it in a different spot."

"Dan, do you really love this apartment?" Blair whipped her head around and narrowed her eyes. "Like, do you think that this apartment is the one?"

Dan shrugged, "I don't know, Blair. I like it just fine."

"That's not enough," she protested. "This is our first home, Dan. We can't just move into something that you like 'just fine' and I despise. It's not about the rented furniture or about the lighting, it's about the feeling. I bet that the last couple who lived here married young and got divorce, that's not good for our future."

"I don't think that's true," Dan argued. "I think you're just projecting."

"I'm not," Blair said looking smug. "I looked up the sellers. They got divorced and married young."

"You cheated," he said, his shoulders slightly bobbing from laughter. "You googled the sellers?"

Blair tried to look innocent, "I might have accidentally typed their name into Google."

"Blair, have you been doing that to every single apartment?"

"It's important, Dan! Wouldn't you want to know if someone was murdered here and it was haunted or if there was a robbery. The history of the apartment is just as important as the insides. And anyways, I still think that the lighting is wrong and that the bedroom, while a decent size, could never do."

Dan rubbed his eyes, "Can we please go into the next place blind? Can you go without looking up the seller and go without a history?"

Blair shook her head, "No. I can't. I need to know. I don't want our place to be haunted by a bad relationship."

He stepped towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Just because two people lived in the same place as we did, doesn't mean our relationship will fall in line with the ways theirs did. And if you are that worried, why don't you just tell Carlene so she can stop showing us apartments that have a bad history. I think you are driving her to early retirement."

Considering that idea, Blair bit on her bottom lip. "Fine," she agreed. "I'll put it on the list of my demands. I think as a real estate agent, she should be one step ahead of me anyways."

"She's a real estate agent, Blair, not a psychic."

"She should be both."


Blair settled on Dan's couch, stretching her legs over his. "What are you writing," Blair asked, noticing that Dan's normal novel had been replaced by a notebook.

Dan shrugged, "Just scribbling really."

"Humphrey, are you writing again?" she asked, leaning her torso over to try and glance at his notebook. "And with pen and paper? How retro."

"Just ideas. I don't think anything will come of it."

She smirked, settling back into a comfortable position, "I'm such a good muse."

"Who said it was about you?"

"What else would it be about?" she countered, raising her eyebrows. Across the room, she could see her phone light up. It was their deal that when they were spending an evening together, one that they agreed was a date night and not just hanging out, the first to look at their phones would have to pay for dinner or drinks or whatever they decided on. And tonight was a date night. She glanced at Dan who looked back, challenging her to lose. So far, she had lost every single challenge. Blair settled into the couch, counting to ten and trying to distract herself from getting her phone.

The phone stopped ringing and Blair breathed easier. When her's stopped, however, Dan's started.

"Are you going to get that?" Blair asked, digging her toe into his thigh. "I bet it's important. Maybe the bookstore is burning."

"I think we would feel the flames," Dan said, looking towards where the ringing was coming from. "But, maybe, just this once I'll let you win." He stood up, Blair's legs falling off of his, and crossed the room to grab his phone. "Hello?"

Blair lifted her arms, "I'm the winner. I have won. I have defeated Dan Humphrey. Write this in your book."

Dan looked at her, rolling his eyes, before focusing back on the conversation. "Right, well… I'll tell her." Blair's eyebrows raised at the word her. Dan hung up after that, turning back to her, "It was Carlene. She said she found the perfect place with a perfectly happy couple that is selling it."

Blair pulled her knees to her chest, "Where is it?"

Dan grinned at her, "You'll never guess."

She threw a pillow at him, "Where?"

"Brooklyn"