"Are you okay?"

A/N It was too long! God I missed writing, but here it is. Hope it didn't disappoint. Review. xoxo

Before answering, he takes a deep breath fixing his tie and checking his tux for one last time.

"Yes."

And he really was.

He practiced "Blair you make a beautiful bride" expression altogether with a small grin that says "I'm like Serena. I am your best friend. I have no feelings for you." He even really tried to catch the way Serena smiles at Blair, just in case his heart decides to take over the situation. Everything was on its place, even his style was saying "I'm enjoying this lovely wedding. I'm really flattered to be invited on such thing. Gosh, it's Royal."

There was only one thing.

And no, he didn't matter that the smile on his face was fake, the fact that he could burn in tears every moment, like a true gay best friend. He even thought about that, waving with his hands like a true gay-ish person adding "OhmyGosh you're getting married!" but he was really caught unprepared that day at Vera Wang's. No hideous scarves or even berrets (and berrets were truly gay-ish in Dan's opinion, not that he had anything against gays...) in the world could hide what he feels when he looks at her. No way to trick Blair just like that. No way to hide that feeling of ... Man. He loved her. There was no turning back, he was hopelessly and totally in love with Blair Waldorf.

And she's getting married.

Yet he's okay.

He needs to start learning to be.

xxx

"Blair!" Serena smiles while pulling her in a tight, warm hug. "You look, absolutely amazing...I'm speechless."

Blair rolls her eyes for a little even though she doesn't really know why. What did she expect? A perfect best-friend-from-the-movies quote. An essay carefully describing every single part of her dress/everything else. Serena's not a writer, for God's sake.

And like the writers were helpful enough. She always knew Dan Humphrey wasn't exactly the best thing that happened to the 21st Century but she had some confidence in his vocabulary knowing how much of a bookworm, how witty and dare she say...smart he actually is.

So yeah mumbling a word or two before confusingly taking the cookbook with a poor excuse to skip a movie was the...worst possible scenario. She knew there was something weird, she wouldn't call it a pull or magnetic, more like something normal and purely organic.

But many things have happened after that scene with Blair's wedding dress that definitely took her down a peg or two.

*flashback*

"Miss Blair, you need to get away from paparazzi. Maybe you could tell Mr Louie..and.."

Blair knit her brows. She knew Dorota had right, she should've just called Louie and he'd solve it in a blink of an eye. It just didn't seem...right.

Her phone rang.

A certain Humphrey.

"Yes?" she says trying to hide the pleasure from hearing familiar voice from the other side. Yes. She really did miss him.

"Blair, what are you doing today?" Dan asks as if she's one of those single, available women.

She likes it in a way, because "Furure Mrs Grimaldi" didn't sound as classy as she thought it would. In fact, she hated it, most of the time.

"I'm umm.." she shot Dorota a fretful look noticing how much she was interested in their conversation, studying every single expression on her face. And reactions were coming one after another, stronger and quicker so she couldn't even keep them under control or mask properly. And Blair Waldorf always had everything under control.

"Coming to see you, actually."

"O-okay." this got Dan slightly confused. He wanted to ask why but he couldn't let himself ruin the moment between them since it meant everything to him at this point. She meant everything to him.

And his dad was right. He is going to tell her everything.

xxx

Next thing she knows, Blair Waldorf's entering the loft carrying two gigantic suitcases all by herself. She's a pregnant woman for God's sake. What happened? Thousands of questions clustered in his head, yet he doesn't ask any. Somehow, the only thing that matters is to make sure she's okay, so he asks :

"Do you need help with that?" giving her a coy grin.

"Humphrey I'm pregnant, not frail." she pretends to be offended by his question, but deep inside she's dying for a cup of tea and craving for a quality conversation for so long. Dan just offers a light smile, even though his heart is palpitating.

"You're welcome." he adds dryly as he takes her luggage.

xxx

She makes herself comfortable at the sofa in the living room, and can't help but frown.

Dan instantly asks :

"What's wrong, Blair?"

Before that they were just silently drinking tea and enjoying the silence. Comfortable silence. No noise. No tension. No paparazzi. Just the two of them.

"I was just wondering..." she carefully takes a sip placing her head at one of those fluffy pillows she always adored in his loft. So comfy.

"You didn't even ask what happened? Basically I came here with a half of my closet..." she rolls her eyes "Who am I even kidding, a half of my room yet all you did was ask if I needed help."

"That's why I'm here Blair. I'll always be." he grins feeling a little lost when their eyes met.

She's speechless.

He makes a sudden move that seems to bring them round, and breaks the awkwardness.

"So if this is the half of your closet ...For crying out loud, Blair, how many things do you actually own?"

She chuckles as she replies :

"Oh come on, don't pretend you don't know how many books are there, you're the only one who seems to appreciate my collection enough."

"So I'm supposed to believe that? Don't be ridiculous, you never wore the same outfit!"

That's when she becomes fishy.

"How do you know that?"

"Oh come on Blair, you refused to wear the same outfit once you stayed here for the night. I remember going all the way to Manhattan sneaking into the Waldorf penthouse to bring you your new pair of shoes."

"Not any shoes Humphrey. Those were my favorite pair, delivered straigt from Paris! And I had a plan to wear them, I can't break the rules!"

"But I can horse around your apartment because Humphreys can break out of the mold, right?"

"Right." she purses her lips taking another sip very carefully.

"Then I have to make sure you know that visiting the Humphrey loft is not strictly following rules either, Miss Waldorf."

"That's not the same."

"Yeah, it totally isn't."

Same old denial, over and over again.

xxx

"No, but for real, why are you even here?" he asks while she's having breakfast.

"Mm, these waffless smell delicious."

"You hate waffles."

Strange that she really meant it.

"Yeah." she feels her mouth going dry and doesn't really like this moment. She was thinking about it all the time, and this was definitely not easy thing to do.

"Listen...I.." she leaves her plate and looks down..."I want to redecorate this place. It's hideous, and now, when I'm..." she swallows hardly believing the words that are coming from her mouth. "living here, I thought that maybe..."

So, she doesn't want to talk about the real reason. Yet.

Fine, just let her be Blair.

"What were you thinking?"

xxx

"Dorota, you are a genious!" she speaks under her breath.

"Miss Blair Mr Louie is concerned. He didn't hear anything for you in...weeks."

"Give me those cups, fast. Humphrey will be here every minute! And you better shut your mouth right now or I'm gonna leave you in some pitiful quarter so you're gonna curse the day you said this."

Dorota hands her the dishes, then the pillows.

"Now that is much better."

xxx

"Cups were fine, but...Rugs, and pillows, and God Blair what have you done to this place?" he asks slightly horrified but in all honesty more surprised.

"Do not exaggerate. And you're welcome."

He looks around. He's suddenly aware of the wide smile tingling on his face. This place looked brighter. Shinier. She brought life to it, she brought life to him.

"Thanks."

xxx

Following night, he lits candles, takes a deep breath and it's time.

To tell her that,..I love her.

Breathe, Humphrey, breathe.

This is also the night when it all breaks down when she opens her mouth to speak :

"I'm here so you could help me choose between Louie...and...Chuck."

xxx

Other things are history.

Blair run away with Chuck.

She's been in an accident.

He can't take it anymore.

*next chapter will be in the present again, so yeah, Blair's wed*