"Stop the bus," Dan said, standing up from the couch he had plopped himself on. He had taken out a notebook when Blair had left him on the street corner and had scribbled down thoughts, phrases, anything to get what he was feeling (utterly rejected and used) down on a piece of paper. His thoughts were racing, but one kept coming to the forefront of his mind: he had to see Blair. Not tomorrow, not a year from now, not another ten years… he had to see her, and he had to see her right now. "Davin, seriously, pull over and stop the bus," Dan said, walking to the front where his driver sat. "I'll find my way to Boston, I have something I need to do."

"Ooooo," Greg called from his spot on the couch. "Are you going to have more make out sessions with that tight wound brunette at our show tonight?"

Dan didn't turn around but instead just raised his middle finger to the drummer. "Davin, I know Brookyln so anywhere you drop me, I'll be okay. I'll take the Amtrak or something in the morning."

"Dan," Davin said, hesitating before pulling the bus to the side of the road. They hadn't gone far from the venue, but Dan already felt as though something inside him was tearing as they pulled away from Brooklyn and from her. Damn that Blair Waldorf.

Dan kissed the head of his bald driver and smiled as he gathered some of his things. He didn't get grab a change of clothes, just his phone, his wallet and the piece of paper where he scribbled down Blair's address earlier. "I'll see you all tomorrow. And if I don't arrive-"

Davin interjected, "You better be there. This is my job on the line if you don't get there safely."

"You ruined the joke, Davin. I was going to say just have the lights dim and play my CD. I'll be there, I promise. I just need one more night in this city." Dan opened the door of the bus and stepped off into the fresh air. "See you in Boston," he said, giving a salute to the driver before closing the door and walking along the shoulder of the road for a bit. He didn't know why he didn't just ask the bus to bring him to Manhattan, to the Upper East Side, to Blair, but now that he was outside, he was glad for the fresh air.

It made him rethink his crazy plan. Plan? Idea. Not quite solid as a fully formed plan, more like an idea that he had that he was hastily acting on. And now that he was breathing in the cold air, he started to panic. Dan couldn't exactly turn back, the bus was already driving away, but he could go to his Dad's or back to the venue and hitch a ride with the headliner. No, he shook his head and tried to shake off his inner monologue. No, he was going to do this. He was going to put his heart on the line and knock on Blair's door and try to get her to see him as a viable option instead of Chuck Bass, instead of a marriage where she was being pushed to the side.

Blair took a sip of the wine that she poured and covered her legs with the comforter on her bed. She was going crazy, viably insane, completely lost it. What was she, Blair Bass, doing making out with Dan Humphrey in Brooklyn of all places? Did she have no respect for herself?

She reached for her phone, scrolling through her contacts before coming to Chuck's name. Blair almost scrolled by before hitting his name and typing up a new message.

"Are you sure you can't come home tonight?"

Hitting send, she closed her eyes as she took a gulp of her wine. Why was she torturing herself? She did this every time he claimed that business was taking him away from their home for a night. The begging him to come back, to be her husband, and yet it never worked. She heard the buzz of her phone against her palm and she looked at the screen. She let out a sigh as she saw the familiar answer.

"You know I want to but I can't tonight. I'll be home as soon as I can in the morning."

Blair thought that the last thing she knew was that he wanted to come home. In fact, she was certain that if Chuck had his way lately, he would never have to come home to his needy wife who barely asked for much these days but when she did ask, it was too much.

"I know," she typed and hit send. "I just am lonely and wish you were here."

His reply was fast, "You know I love you. I need to pay attention to this meeting though. I'll make it up to you."

With that, Blair placed her phone on her bed next to her and cursed at herself for being so dumb. Her dad left her mom for another and now her husband, she was sure, was going to leave her for another. It was a pattern. When other's put on health sheets that diabetes or cancer ran in their families, she would have to write divorce. The Waldorf women were programmed to get divorced, she would write down. We are made for monogamy, minus a make out in Brooklyn, and the people we choose to love and be with are not.

Blair felt a tear falling from her eyes and soon could taste the salty moisture on her lips. She hadn't cried in so long, according to her count, and she wasn't positive if she was crying for her marriage or the fact that she had someone standing in front of her claiming to loved her for ten years and she let him go for an empty bed. She heard the doorbell ring and waited for someone on the staff to get it, before realizing that it was after dark and they were all home with their families. What they must think of her marriage, she thought as she threw the comforter off of her and put on her slippers. They must all whisper about her when they leave, how her husband is home so little and how she pathetically waits for him to love her again.

She took the steps two at a time, holding her glass in one hand and the railing of the stairs in the others. "Coming," she called, wondering who possibly was knocking at her door at this time on a Saturday night. Nate, she figured, would be off with model of the month on some sort of date and he was the only one she could think of who might possibly be knocking on her door. Ever since he got wind of the affair Chuck was having all over the city, he had been around more to try and make sure that Blair was okay. He didn't mention why he was showing up more frequently with lunch in hand, but Blair knew. She knew everyone knew and were tip toeing around her and the subject.

Blair swung the door open and was taken aback by the face that she saw when her eyes adjusted to the dark of the night.

"Humphrey?"