"Blair," Dan said, leaning in his chair on their balcony, watching the sun set over the city, "you realize we moved in here in April and it's now May. Why are we having a housewarming party again?"

Blair turned her head in her chair, "Because it's finally furnished and finished and I want to enjoy our domestic bliss by throwing a party."

"Domestic bliss?" Dan said, raising his eyebrows at her. "We've barely gone through a day without fighting about something."

"That's because your toothbrush continues to find it's way into my toothbrush's place. And that's not even to mention your habit of basically walking your shoes off and I trip over them almost every night when I'm getting water for bed." Blair rolled her eyes, looking back at the skyline, "They aren't fights, just little disagreements." Blair slid her sunglasses from her head to her face and reveled in their view.

Despite a few issues with the move, like the fact Blair had to be carried out of her apartment kicking and screaming, their stay so far in their new place had gone very well. Too well, Blair tried to tell herself before shaking off the thought. She had to recondition herself, her new therapist told her, to stop thinking about what the worst that could happen was but to start thinking about her goals and what she wanted and helping herself to get there. Right now, she wanted to revel in her happiness and in her joy and her healthy relationship.

Blair looked back to Dan who was smirking at her, "What?"

"I'm just not over the sight of Blair Waldorf being happy about living in Brooklyn."

"Well, it's no UES but it will do for now," Blair said with little conviction in her voice. In truth, she enjoyed barely running into her peers and not having to duck behind racks of clothes when she was shopping. There were enough restaurants to discover and bars to drink in that Blair was enjoying Brooklyn much more than she would have ever guessed. "Back to the party though," Blair said, reaching below her chair to her notebook and pen, "I need the names you want to be invited."

"Who do you have so far?" Dan said, leaning over in his chair and stretching his neck to try and see her paper.

Blair read off the list, "My mom and Cyrus, my dad and Roman, Serena and Nate, your dad, Lilly, Eric, Jenny…"

"That's it?"

Blair nodded, chewing on the top of her pen. "I don't want to pad it with people who we don't really care about."

"Well, can you add Trish on there?"

"Your employee?" Blair asked, turning her head and raising her eyebrows.

Dan shrugged, "My friend. She's done a lot for the store and I would like her to come."

"Okay," Blair nodded as she wrote down the girl's name. "Do you want to give her a plus 1?"

"I guess," Dan said, covering his eyes by pressing his hand to his forehead. "Are you not inviting Chuck?"

Blair shook her head, "I only want people who we care about."

"You guys are friends, I don't mind."

"No," Blair said more firmly. "I don't want him there. We haven't talked that much since that whole fiasco at New Year's, as you know, and it seems silly to invite him here to celebrate when I'm going to be in fear of what he will do to ruin it. This isn't about the past," she said, looking at him and tapping his shoulder with her pen, "it's about our present and future."

"Well then," Dan leaned over, kissing her forehead, "I think the list is complete."

Blair looked at it again, "Is this all the people we care about? It seems quite a small list."

"Well you said you didn't want to pad it," Dan said, standing from his chair and giving her his hand to help her up. "I think if you wanted to, you could fill every room with people we know and are somewhat friends with. I think it will be a good night if we keep it small and intimate."

"A dinner party!" Blair practically squealed, sliding the door open to their apartment. "I love dinner parties."


"Hey, can I talk to you?" Dan asked, sliding his hand under Blair's elbow.

Blair looked from Rufus and Jenny, who had seemingly warmed up to Blair ever since New Year's and was back in town for the party, to Dan. "Excuse me," she smiled apologetically at the father and daughter pair and let herself be led by Dan out to the balcony. It was a warm mid-May night and Blair couldn't have planned the weather better herself. She was practically beaming as she leaned against the wall of the balcony, her elbows resting comfortably on the top of the wall. "It's going well in there," she said, sliding her hands down Dan's arms. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, of course," Dan said, fidgeting on his feet. "I think keeping the numbers low was a good idea."

"Of course it was," Blair said, turning her back on him and looking out on the city. "It was my idea and all of my ideas are great. It was, after all, my idea to move and to move to this apartment."

Dan laughed behind her, "You are not seriously taking credit for this apartment."

"Why shouldn't I?" Blair said, turning around again and crossing her arms. "I'm the one who suggested we move in together and I knew it was perfect when we walked in to it."

"But it's in Brooklyn," Dan playfully mocked her.

She reached out and hit him lightly on the arm, "I don't sound like that, Humphrey."

"I'll record you next time you say Brooklyn. You sound in pain even now, months later, admitting you live here," Dan said, leaning on his toes with his hands in his pockets.

Blair shook her head, "I do not, Dan. Brooklyn."

"See, there it was. A slight whine right between the Brook and the lyn."

Blair, in a very mature fashion, stuck her tongue out at him. "Anyways, what did you want to talk about? If it's the disaster of the first course, believe me, I know. I don't know what the chef was thinking serving the shrimp like that."

Dan shook his head, "It's not about the first course, Blair."

"Okay," Blair continued, oblivious to Dan's shuffling around, "then is it about how awkward Rufus and Lilly are being? I swear they are dating behind your back. I know you are going to deny it but there's a certain something there. Maybe they want their relationship to be low key since it seemingly blows up in their faces any time they get together."

Dan shook his head again, "It's not about that and believe me, my dad is not dating Lilly Van Der Woodsen. He said he is over the Upper East Side glow."

"But you're not," Blair teased, stepping towards him. "I still have that glow, right?"

"No one would mistake you for being native to Brooklyn," he assured her. "It's just-"

"Shit," Blair said, looking over his shoulder. "I think Nate is getting out the champagne which is supposed to be for when we are having dessert. I should get back in there." Dan started to laugh and once he started, he couldn't stop. Blair tore her eyes away from the inside, where Nate was indeed popping a bottle of champagne and pouring it for everyone, and stared at Dan. "What? What are you laughing about? What is so funny? It's good champagne."

Dan tried to catch his breath, falling into a fit of giggles every few seconds. "Sorry, it's not really funny."

"It sounds funny."

"It's just… Blair, I'm trying to propose and you're focused on the shrimp and my dad's relationship and champagne."

Blair narrowed her eyes, "You are what?"

Dan took his hand out of his pocket to reveal a ring, "I'm trying to propose."

"Don't fuck with me," Blair warned, taking a step towards him and her hand instinctively reaching out for the ring.

"I'm not," he assured her. "I was going to kneel but I think I've already blown it."

"You haven't," she said, softly stepping towards him again, taking his free hand in hers. "You aren't."

"Okay," Dan said and took a deep breath. "Should I kneel?"

"It doesn't matter," Blair said, shaking her head slightly but keeping her eyes locked on his. "Can you ask so I can say yes?"

"So you're going to say yes?" he smiled.

"Dan," she said, squeezing his hand.

"Ouch," he pulled his hand away. "Okay, okay." He took another deep breath, looking down at the ground and deciding against kneeling. "Blair, I had this big speech in my head planned about how happy you make me and how incredibly in love I am with you but I think I've lost all the words. I just, I know that you make me happy and I think, at least I hope, that I make you happy too and I want to continue to do that for the rest of our lives. I'm sure you, in all your stubbornness, will out live me by at least ten years so at least for the rest of my life. So, will you grant me all the happiness I can imagine and let me marry you?"

"Yes!" Blair squealed, letting Dan slide the ring on to her hand and beaming down at the diamond. She slipped her newly jeweled up hand behind his neck and pulled him to her and kissed him. "Of course I'll marry you, Dan."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go kill Nate for almost ruining the surprise." Dan kissed her briefly before taking her hand and letting her lead them back into a room filled with their best friends and family.

Blair lifted up their hands as she walked in, "I'm engaged!"