What can I say? Sorry for the long wait?
So basically, I stopped watching Gossip Girl somewhere during season 4 and left this story to die. Yesterday, I felt like writing something and I thought I should come back to this story.

Forget what I wrote last chapter about not correcting my mistakes: you can do it (there are so many of them!). Please bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any cast and crew members. I do not own the quote by Tennessee Williams. Thanks.

Crack. Bonk.
Crack. Like the sound of the impact made by bare knuckles on a nose or a cheekbone. Bonk. Like the sound of knees hitting a wooden floor. Crack. Like something breaking beyond mending, shattering into pieces. Whether the sound was made by a body or an object, he didn't know, he was afraid to know.

Serena lost her icy look as Dan and she shared a knowing look as they both ran up the stairs breathing heavily. The fear of what he might find at the top of the stairs drove him mad. ''Time is the longest distance between two places. But why did it take so long to climb penthouses' stairs?'', he thought.

As his foot hit the luxurious cheery floor, his eyes met hers for half a second in a twirl of chocolate. The scene before him resembled one from one of those movies Blair and he liked to watch from their bed while commenting every scene, every artistic decision on the phone. It was both breathtakingly dramatic and beautifully sad. Chuck was sitting on Blair's bed, the dark blue sheets matching his expensive suit. In all her glory, Blair was standing up by the door, smirking at Chuck's wan expression. Dark red roses laid on Blair's bedroom floor. A broken vase rested in the middle of the mess and scattered shards of glass drew a constellation on the floor. It was almost comical. Almost.

''Blair?'', Dan asked tentatively. ''Is everything alright?''

She nodded and her mouth shaped itself into a beautiful, pearly white smile that took his breath away every single time. Her makeup was still intact and he was glad. Not because she needed to wear any – although she would probably not believe him if he mentioned it to her – but because it meant that she hadn't been crying.

Blair turned back to Chuck and, as the true Queen B she was, ordered him to quit her room and to take Serena with him.

''Blair, I'm your best friend. Tell me what happened. Please?'', pleaded Serena, which reminded everyone that she was in the room as well.

'' Chuck can fill you in on the details in his limo. I'll see you tomorrow.''

Sighing, Serena exited the room, Chuck following her in tow, stumbling as he did. They both paused at the door to apologize more or less heartedly which made Dan wonder what really happened with Chuck.

Once the elevator's doors were shut closed, they were all alone, just the way he liked it. Blair pulled him to the bed, side stepping the mess which he figured Dorota would probably be cleaning later. She looked at him and he was lost, once again, in the depth of her warm eyes.

''You probably want to know what happened.'', she sighed. '' He asked me what I was doing with you and I told him the truth.'', she paused dramatically. ''That it was none of his business. He got angry and I just…broke the vase. I don't know what took over me.''

'' You like drama'', he laughed, ''and that was a perfect movie moment. Audrey would be proud.''.

She beamed at him and Dan had to remind himself that, although Blair was perfect, perfect for him, she wasn't used to him complimenting her.

''Speaking of, are you in the mood to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's?'', he asked, knowing it was her favorite movie and it would never fail to cheer her up.

She moved closer to him to be able to stare into his eyes. '' I think I have something else in mind that could include breakfast in a foreseeable future.'', she purrs.

He thought about the fact that his father was probably waiting for him at home - although he was of age and could do what he wanted whenever he wanted as long as it wasn't illegal- and found that he couldn't care less as he whispered to Blair the most eloquent words he could muster at the moment, ''Oh really? May I be enlightened?''

They knew they should talk more about what happened because they both knew that leaving things unspoken was what caused most of the drama on the Upper East Side but they both couldn't seem to care as they pressed their lips against each other's.

That night, as the rain hit the windows, Dan figured out that Chuck's suit wasn't the only one that matched Blair's sheet and that his princess was more than eager to say his name. To him, happiness smelled of rain and roses.

Raindrops on roses.

So, it's only going to be a three-shot since it took me forever to actually write part 3. Thanks for reading. PLEASE REVIEW. Check out my other stuff too if you want .