Brooklyn, the Next Day
Blair rang Dan's door bell. What if Dan didn't want her back? Blair hadn't slept a wink last night she was so worried. She knew she didn't look very good. There were dark lines under her eyes, and her hair hadn't wanted to cooperate with her comb this morning. Was her scheme good enough?
On top of all that, her shoulders were hurting her because she was carrying an enormous purse that was nearly four times as wide as she was.
Dan opened his door. He seemed startled to see Blair Waldorf standing on his Brooklyn doorstep. "Are you lost, Blair?"
"No."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see you again." Blair paused, "Do you remember when we used to be friends, Dan?"
"Are you admitting that you thought I was your friend now?"
"Yes."
"You certainly didn't act like we were friends last April."
"I know I treated you horribly last April." Blair said, "But I came here to thank you for being so nice to me last night, even though I didn't deserve for you to treat me nicely."
"Despite of what happened between us last April, Blair, I will always care for your well-being."
"I just wanted to say that you are a good person, Dan."
Dan was looking at Blair suspiciously, as if was trying to figure if Blair was somehow insulting him.
Blair pleaded: "Can I come please come inside and talk to you?"
"I guess so," He left the door open for her, and she followed him inside. Blair could barely fit through front door because of the gigantic purse she was carrying. Inside, Dan and Blair sat on the stools around Dan's kitchen counter. Dan seemed relaxed. Blair, however, was a nervous wreck, drumming her fingers on the counter as if she had drank too much caffeine.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Dan politely asked.
"No, thank you."
Blair started staring at the crack in Dan's kitchen cabinet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"How has school at Colombia been going?" Dan asked her.
"I've been taking summer classes so I can graduate in three years," Blair answered in a rush. She paused, "How is NYU going for you?"
"It is good. I start classes again on August 18th." Dan answered. He waited for Blair to make her usual insult about how only poor, classless people (such as him) went to NYU. Surprisingly, Blair remained silent.
For the first time, Dan noticed the equally enormous and gaudy purse that Blair was holding.
He pointed to it. "What the hell, Blair? Why do you own such a ridiculous-looking purse? It's twice the size as you are!"
"It's a Gucci." Blair answered, as that explained everything.
"What are you even carrying inside that purse? A dead body? Two million headbands?" Dan joked.
"No." Blair said, "It's a gift I bought you."
"You bought me that hideous purseas a gift? Why?"
"No," Blair rolled her eyes, "I meant that your gift is inside this purse."
Dan looked stunned.
"Don't seem so shocked that I bought you a gift, Humprhey." Blair said as she fumbled through her purse. She pulled out a professionally gift-wrapped present that was about the same size as a microwave. She handed the gift to Dan.
Dan just held the gift in his hands for a moment. "What is it?" He asked.
"I'm not going to tell you," Blair said. "You have to open it and find out."
Dan began to tear off the wrapping paper. After he had opened the box, he just stared inside it for a good thirty seconds.
"Do you like it?" Blair asked eagerly, unable to handle the suspense.
"What is it?" Dan asked.
"What do you think it is, Humphrey?
"It looks like a… doll." Dan trailed off incredulously. Dan reached into the box and pulled out a girl doll with long brown hair and brown eyes. He held the doll limply in his hands.
"Why would you buy me a doll, Blair?" Dan asked. He looked crestfallen
"I didn't buy you just any old doll," Blair explained, "I bought you another Cabbage Patch Doll, Dan."
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, I figured Cedric needed a girlfriend."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "You bought my Cabbage Patch Doll a girlfriend?"
"Yes. Her name is Beatrice."
"Beatrice and Cedric? The Cabbage Patch lovers?" Dan quipped with amusement. He started laughing despite himself.
"What made you think Cedric needed a girlfriend?" Dan asked.
"I think that Cedric would be happier with Beatrice." Blair said.
"Really? I didn't know you cared about Cedric's feelings, Blair."
"I only mocked Cedric because I really liked Cedric." Blair said. She looked at Dan with beautiful, vulnerable brown eyes that told Dan everything he needed to know.
Dan hesitantly smiled back at her.
Blair retrieved Cedric from Dan' bookshelf and placed Cedric by Beatrice. The two cabbage patch dolls seemed to complete each other.
Blair could barely breathe as she turned to Dan, "Do you think that Cedric could still like Beatrice again, even though Beatrice treated Cedric horribly?"
Dan, being the straightforward person he was, went directly to the point that Blair was evading. He sighed. "I know we aren't just talking about Cabbage Patch Dolls right now, Blair. I don't want to play guessing games with you again. Just tell me what you are trying to say."
"I am trying to say-" Blair took a deep breath. "I am trying to say that I like you, Dan." Blair said. "I like you so much."
Dan narrowed his eyes at Blair. "You've told me that you like me before, and then you left me because you said I was "social suicide.""
"I was wrong."
Blair started to make a move towards Dan.
Dan moved away. "I don't think I can be with somebody who is ashamed of being seen near me in public."
"I am not ashamed of you!" Blair protested.
"Prove it." Dan said.
Blair smiled at Dan, and Dan couldn't help but smile back at her. She was so beautiful; he couldn't even pretend to be angry at her, even though she deserved it. Dan and Blair were being drawn to each other.
Their lips were so close that Dan could smell Blair's Chanel No. 5. He wanted to kiss her. He was going to kiss her.
"You know what, Dan?" Blair said softly, before he started to close the distance between them. "I think that we need to give your two Cabbage Patch Dolls some privacy for a while."
"I didn't know Cabbage Patch dolls needed privacy." Dan said, looking at Blair's lips.
"Oh, they do," Blair leaned closer, "Do you want to go for a walk with me right now, Dan?"
"Sure." Dan absentmindedly answered, still paying more attention to Blair's lips than anywhere else, "Where do you want to walk?"
"Let's walk around Brooklyn together." Blair answered.
Dan was so shocked that he stopped looking at Blair's lips, "You want to walk around Brooklyn! You hate Brooklyn!"
"I do hate Brooklyn" Blair grinned at him, "But as I said, I like you enough to walk around Brooklyn."
"People might talk about you if they see you walking around Brooklyn." Dan warned.
Blair wrapped her fingers around Dan, "Let them talk. I like you, Dan Humphrey. I don't care if anybody knows."
Blair led Dan out his door to go for a very long walk around Brooklyn.