I can't believe that I actually posted a second chapter to this. I thought that I would just forget about it... anyways I know that this was first posted as a romance/angst story but I ended up typing it up like this.

Okay, maybe there is angst but... just read it.

A month after the party, Dan Humphrey's fist was once again, making rough contact another person's face. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, after a long absence, the infamous Dan Humphrey Right Hook has made an appearance. And what a show it was for Blair Waldorf, the reason he'll probably find himself half-naked, tied to yet another post, somewhere along the campus of Yale.

But man-who-harassed-Blair and co. weren't just going to stand there... obviously. So the two of them held Dan back, while black-eye-man (yes, nicknames change fast) started punching Dan across the face and gut alternately.

Blair could only scream as she watches blood trickle down Dan's face.

When dude-who-kept-on-hurting-Dan (I ran out of nicknames, okay?) and friends (?) finally stopped and left the bloody body on the floor, Blair imediently knelt in front of him.

"Cabbage Patch c'mon, get up! We need to get you to the infirmary!" she said, while trying to get him. "If you die now, S is so totally gonna bite my head off!"

"No, not the infirmary...." he managed to say, after getting up.

"Why!?"

"They'll take my watch."

"Who fucking cares about your watch! You're bleeding! C'mon!" she started pulling him to the direction of the clinic.

"No." he said while pulling his hand out of Blair's. "I'm going back to my room."

Blair wanted to let him be, but when he watched him walking wobbily, with blood still dripping off his head, she rolled her eyes and walked up to him, repeating in her head I'm going to regret this. I'm going to regret this. I'm going to regret this. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, stabilizing him and staining her clothes (which are probably worth more than Humphrey) with Brooklyn blood.

"This way Humphrey, my dorm is closer."

"O-ouch!" he groaned as some kind of cold liquid brushes over his cuts.

"Keep quiet and hold still." she ordered while finished up the gauze. "There all better!"

She looked at him only to find him sleeping. Sigh. Her hand somehow found his face, and she started stroking his cheek with her thumb.

"Thank you Dan."

His hand suddenly moved above hers and he murmured something along the lines of Cedric. She tries not to laugh.

Then, something caught her eyes.

She tries not to shake as her fingers carefully unstrap the watch.

"Oh god." her fingers trace the scar on his wrist.

"My mom left us... at that time, and my dad started drinking. I tried to write but my pen just ended up elsewhere."

"I- ah- sorry. I didn't mean to." she dropped his hand. "I thought..."

"Yeah, you weren't supposed to. But it was a long time ago, I stopped." he started to put the watch back on.

"How did you stop?" can't hold curiosity longer.

"Jenny.." he looked at her. "She..uh. Needed me. My dad was kinda out of it for almost a year, so I kinda supported our family then."

Blair suddenly stopped hating Dan, and started to get jealous of Jenny. In the Upper East Side, it's hard to find people that really cares, even your own family gets too caught up with themselves. This is what she has; A mother that always seem to pick her very blond best friend instead of her, and a father that cares, but not enough to stay with her.

"How did you do it?"

"We had a scholarship in high school. I worked a lot, night and day, got the jobs by lying about my age. Then my father snapped out of it when I almost kicked him out of his own home. I said it wasn't his anymore because all he does is laze around. I said to him that when I turn eighteen, I'm going to take Jenny and get away from him." he said almost casually, like this is what he regularly mentions in a conversation.

"How come nobody knows this?" surely she wasn't the first to know.

"Well I don't have a crazy, stalker, blogger following me around since birth." he said smiling, but Blair knows that it hurts when you try to remember things you've regretted doing in the past. "We don't talk about it much. My dad is okay, I'm okay, and Jenny is okay."

"Oh."

He tried to get up but then his body started to hurt all-over.

"I can't move."

"Obviously." She rolled her eyes "You got beaten up by three drunk fraternity boys. What'd you expect?."

"You do know that you're the reason I'm here."

"Yeah." she looked at him and smiled. "And thank you for that."

They spent the night talking, finding out that they weren't as different as they thought they were. And somehow they ended up sleeping together. (No, not like that. You very perverted readers.)

"I am going to have to sleep on your bed, you know?" there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"What the hell? No way! Sleep on the couch!"

"I can't move, remember? C'mon Blair, I just got my ass kicked for you."

"No way am I sleeping on a couch." he laughs when she says that because Blair, the Ice Queen of the Upper East Side on a couch isn't really something you could imagine.

"Then you're going to have to sleep beside me." he challenges her.

And Blair being Blair, she won't back down, especially if the person challenging her was a self-righteous writer from Brooklyn.

"Fine." She positions himself beside him and pulled up the blanket. "Turn off the lamp."

"Yes Miss Waldorf." He rolled his eyes before doing as he's told.

"Good night Cabbage Patch."

"Good night Queen Waldorf."

That was one hell of a night.

Thank you for reading... and You, yes You... please review this time.