A/N: This chapter will finally resolve a lot of things for these goons. No flashbacks today :( I just don't think they fit anymore. May continue from here or at least do an Afterword, who knows!

Thank you to everyone who has read or reviewed! I love you.

The house is over two miles away, but Blair decides to walk back. The cold air helps her think. She thinks about what she'll say to Dan, how she'll explain herself to the person she wronged most. Then she starts panicking as she considers him rejecting her- it's always possible. He's engaged to Serena, perhaps it's what he wanted all along, she was just a distraction along the way.

But that doesn't make sense, she thinks. She's his first choice. He had told her so many times, how could she let that slip by her?

Her decision to walk becomes a regret when it starts pelting rain on her face and hair. She starts to cry as she thinks of his soft brown eyes, full of concern as he listened during her struggles with Louis and Chuck, or losing her baby. She's always found him so beautiful, even before they started dating. Even through the tears, her body warms when she remembers his smile.

When she finally arrives at the house, she carefully rehearses what she's going to say over and over before opening the door. She shivers in the doorway of his and Serena's bedroom, watching silently as he packs his suitcase.

"Where's Serena?" her voice is quiet as she leans against the door frame. His reaction is the indifference she experienced for most of the weekend. She's suddenly incredibly nervous.

"She's, uh- she's staying at a motel in town with Georgina and Carter."

Blair watches him close his eyes, a hint of regret seems to flash through his face but quickly passes when he looks at her again.

"You told me to figure out what I want," she breathes as she steps in the room, "in Italy."

"I know, you chose Chuck." The bitterness in his voice cuts her as he continues packing, leaving her standing alone awkwardly. A few moments pass in silence and she's already lost all the words she had planned.

He seems conflicted about what he wants to say next, trying to decide if it's worth the fight. He finally speaks up, "Do you think about me?"

"What?"

"Do you think about me," Dan throws the shirt he's holding into the suitcase and turns to face her, "when you fuck him?"

Blair gulps loudly, feeling a pang of desire shoot through her stomach. His jaw is still clenched tightly waiting for her answer. Their bodies are far too close for comfort now and she can feel his hips brush against hers slightly. His eyes are dark and full of want. Her mouth is dangerously close to his, willing him to kiss her.

"Yes," she whispers and his lips come crashing into hers roughly. Their tongues spar for dominance, hers always coming out on top. His fingers are gripping her sides tightly, holding on for dear life. He finally breaks away as they struggle to catch their breath.

"It's you." She moves in closer to him, keeping her eyes at level with his as she swallows nervously, "It was you the whole time. I couldn't see it."

Dan closes his eyes at her words, but it's not the reaction she was hoping for. He looks miserably sad.

"You can't do this to me again. You can't tell me I'm the person you want and then turn around and leave me. I don't care if that sounds selfish. You have broken me," his voice lowers slightly, "more than I thought possible."

"I want-" he takes a deep breath, stepping away from her, "I want you to read something."

Dan approaches her with a pile of messily stapled papers and she takes them from him carefully, scanning the first page.

"What is it?"

Blair lets her fingers trace the words slowly as she reads, flipping through the pages she starts to see a pattern. While she expects to read the trials and tribulations of Dylan Hunter and Clair Carlyle, she finds something else entirely.

It's a series of proposals, scattered all across Europe. The Colosseum, the Eiffel Tower, even the local cafe where they used to have coffee sometimes in the morning. Warm tears cloud her eyes and fall on the paper as she realizes it's not about Dylan and Clair, it's about them.

Dan and Blair.

Sixteen proposals total, each with a very carefully thought out declaration of love all leading up to the same four words,

"Will you marry me?"

Each time, she says yes.

"Read the first one out loud," his voice is too soft and she's already trying hard not to cry.

"If you can forgive me," she begins to read Dan's line with a shaky voice, "I seem to have lost all the words I was going to say. I look at you, and suddenly I can't breathe," she takes a deep breath, "The way I feel about you is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I hate myself, annoy myself sometimes for loving you the way that I do," he's moved closer to her and she can feel heat radiating off of his body, "I can write pages and pages of stories about you, but now that you're standing in front of me, I'm rendered speechless. I know that you will probably walk away from me, the way you've done so many times before. But I want, I need you to know that I see you- all of you for exactly who you are. I love you, Blair. You're the person I want by my side for everything, for all of it. Please, don't walk away."

She glances up at him, her lip quivering slightly as she says, "I don't understand."

Dan takes a step closer to her, his breathing shallow.

"Blair, I told you. My book ends with you and me. I've tried to write other endings, but this is all that comes out. Even when we're apart, I can't write anything different."

As Blair studies his face, she wonders how she could ever leave him the way she did. His brown eyes are so earnest and yet filled with fear that she might walk out on him again. She doesn't know how she could ever think Chuck was what she needed, or even wanted for that matter. She always thought Dan was an obstacle to get to Chuck, but it was the other way around. Her hand trembles as she places it on the side of his face. He leans into the touch and she can see small tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Blair…" her fingers curl at his jaw and suddenly his lips are on hers again and she feels everything. She can remember kissing him when they were together, the way it felt like he was handing his entire heart over to her. She hadn't realized how much she missed that feeling. The papers fall out of her hand and flutter to the floor as she deepens the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him further in.

Dan groans into her mouth and her body aches for more as he tears at her dress with sloppy hands, pulling it down to reveal her black lace lingerie. His breath catches when his eyes flicker down her body, seemingly remembering how much he appreciates her body. She pulls his shirt over his head and a finger trails down his chest delicately sending a shiver through him.

"I'm so sorry," she whimpers as his lips race down her neck, "I've missed you…" her voice trails off as his teeth graze against her collar bone.

"More than you can imagine," he finishes her sentence and backs her towards the bed, laying her down gently.

His hand slides down the smooth skin of her stomach, stopping when he gets to her already damp underwear. Her hips buck against his fingers and she whimpers softly. A hunger rips through her as she yanks at his boxers, forcing them down his legs. They're too impatient to even get her underwear off. He shoves her panties aside and hikes a leg up over his shoulder, thrusting into her roughly.

"Oh-" She throws her head back as she moans, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him move in and out of her.

"Fuck," Dan leans down to rest his forehead against hers, quickening his pace, "I missed you so much."

His hand moves to rub her clit and Blair grasps the sheets tightly, letting out an uncontrollable moan. His fingers are practiced and sure, moving just fast enough to make her start to come on done.

"Dan, I-" She tilts her head up to press her lips against his before dropping back onto the bed and letting his movements take over, "Don't stop"

Her walls clench tightly around him and her body starts to tremble while she mumbles his name incoherently. He slams into her a few more times before letting out a loud groan and collapsing beside her.

For a moment, she wonders if it's all real, or if she'll spend another morning waking up next to Chuck texting on his Blackberry.

"I wanna go home," she pants, glancing over at him.

His eyes stay on the ceiling.

"Manhattan?" he asks.

"Brooklyn."