a/n: ok, i'm sorry. i neglected this story while i got on a roll with my other one. also, i admit this is very very short. but i will update more very soon i promise - just need to sort out the ending (pre-penultimate chapter guys!).
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on with the story! CUE BLAIR...
Chapter Six
A little earlier...
"Where the hell are you, Humphrey?" Blair cried aloud, and tossed her phone angrily into the laundry basket (where it would stay until the following morning when a completely unfazed Dorota would find it). The bowl of popcorn she'd made earlier in the evening was already half-eaten. She'd done nothing but pace and snack all evening. WHAT A WASTE. And for what?
Dan hadn't answered any of the calls or texts, and there had been plenty. He was almost two hours late. To make matters worse, Serena wasn't home and she wasn't with her family. She had already began with the paranoid conjectures. A thousand hateful images span through her mind. Who'd have thought she could ever be this jealous of Humphrey? But she was.
No email either. But nothing on Gossip Girl, which had to be a good sign? If anything had happenned, it would be up there first - right?
When had this all started, she mused, flicking through an issue of Vogue - barely registering the contents. When had Dan Humphrey become someone she looked forward to spending time with? Someone she regarded as - it had to be said - something rather more than a friend. How long was it since she'd thought about Chuck, honestly? Not long, but longer than it might have been. She wasn't making any sense, but then none of this did.
She'd give it a little while longer. Just half an hour. Maybe fifteen minutes. He might be just round the corner..?
She'd take control and take action. Action of this sort would require excellent shoes, she pondered, walking purposefully to the closet. This wasn't a time for Viviers...where were the Opening Ceremony platform-peeptoes? Or the red and black Charlotte Olympias? Action, think, action...
How dare he ignore her! This was unacceptable!
Unless something had happenned...maybe he couldn't get to the phone, or his laptop. Maybe-maybe Vanessa was holding him hostage! Tied with duct tape to a radiator in her squalid home. She almost giggled at the thought of a Bunny-boiling Abrams. Ridiculous. Come on, Blair.
But something that wasn't quite so ridiculous was S showing up at the loft - maybe just as Dan was headed out - looking all sad and vulnerable over some fight with Ben. It wouldn't take much. She didn't dare hope that perhaps Dan had moved on from Serena.
Blair liked to think that if the opposite had happenned, and Chuck had turned up out of the blue when she was supposed to see Dan she'd be strong and resolute enough to blithely turn him away and skip off to Brooklyn. But was that really the case? If Chuck turned up, all remorseful and broken up - or just honest, done with Raina and all the games. If that happenned, could she 100%, hand on heart say she'd send him away.
When did life get so complicated?
A little before midnight, Blair strode out to the elevator. She had to do something. She pressed the button, then again. Come on, come on. Nothing was happenning. Everything was quiet in the building, which was unusual as it wasn't even that late yet...
Hang on, was that Dan's voice?