When Blair awoke the morning of her wedding, she had a small smile plastered on her face. Sure, this was a fake wedding. And sure, she may have lost the guy that she was possibly in love with, but she was going to be a Queen in a few hours. She'd always dreamt of this. Of course, her prince wasn't gay and she didn't imagine her love to be a pauper, but- No. She needed to get Dan out of her head. They were over. She can't change that, but she can try to forget. That was the best she could do.

Blair was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw her best friend walk in with a nice breakfast for her. She smiled at her, "Scrambled eggs for the blushing bride." Blair gave her a confused look, as if to say 'Scrambled eggs? That's so...not me.' "I know what you're thinking, B, but I figured, you're going to be a Queen in a few hours, might as well enjoy mediocre food while you can."

I smiled and sighed as I forced the food down my thought. To be honest, I wasn't feeling so good. Maybe I was catching a cold or something. I decided to talk, not really wanting to eat. "So, who are you taking to the wedding?" I was hoping to hear that it was not Dan, that she had a new boyfriend this week.

"Well, I wanted to take Dan, but when I asked him, he said that he'd never go to your wedding in a million years. He also sounded a little drunk." Blair's thoughts were all mixed up. Sure she figured that Dan wouldn't want to go, but he was drunk? He only drinks on special occasions. He must really be hurting. "So, I'm going alone."

I know I should've felt some sort of compassion for Serena, but to be honest, I felt none whatsoever. She doesn't appreciate Dan. She doesn't love him. She loves the idea of him. It was in that moment that I decided I needed to see him. I handed her my food and rushed to find an outfit. "What are you doing?"

Thank god I'm an excellent liar. "I just need to go check on the church to see if everything is in place, I won't be long."

"Oh I'll go with you, let me just-"

I cut her off before she could finish. "I'd really rather go alone. But thanks for everything S, you're a terrific friend/maid of honor." She gave me a sort of confused smile, but didn't say anything about it as I ran out of the door.

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I knocked a couple of times on the loft door, but heard no movement. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice. "My god, I'm coming. Alright?"

He opened the door and he was almost unrecognizable. He appeared to be growing a beard, that look did not fit him. What was in his hand is what worried me most though: An almost empty bottle of booze. "Well, if it isn't little miss queen."

I pushed my way past him and sat on a bar stool. God, I miss this place. I miss him. "Dan, I just wanted to apologize again."

He nodded and placed the bottle on the table and stood in front of her. "So today's the big day." She nodded. "You know how I'm celebrating?"

"With a bottle of booze?" He put his finger on his nose indicating that she was correct. "Dan, it's 8 in the morning and you're drunk."

He grabbed his bottle and took another swig. "It's five o'clock somewhere." Blair shook her head and decided that she's seen enough of this. She got up to leave but his voice stopped her. "So, you're really going to go through with this?"

Not even looking back, she responded. "Yes."

"Well, I'm gonna miss you Blair. I already do." Her heart melted and she wanted to turn around and wrap herself in his arms, but she didn't move. "I'll always be here for you if you change your mind." With that she walked out.

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She left him, again. He chugged some more alcohol and went to sit down on the couch. Well, sitting didn't really happen, he more like plopped down. He just couldn't control what he was doing. Time past, but it didn't feel like very long to him, he was in a drunken state. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he saw his father standing in front of him.

"I got a call from Blair." Dan sat up and instantly felt his head spinning.

"What time is it?" He didn't feel drunk anymore, he just had a throbbing headache.

"It's 4 o'clock and Blair's wedding is in three hours. C'mon, we gotta get ready." Rufas reached for him, trying to pull him up, but Dan refused. He went to take another sit of vodka, but realized the bottle was empty. "Get off your ass and get ready Dan."

His language shocked him. Rufas rarely ever cursed at Dan, or at anybody for that matter. "I can't watch her do this, Dad."

He sat down next to him on the couch. "I figured she was the one." Dan gave him a confused look. "When you asked me for advice that one day about the 'secret friend' you have, I had no idea it was her. But I've been keeping an eye on you, trying to figure it out. When I heard about the wedding, and that you refused to go, I figured it out."

"Well, there's nothing now. She's marrying him, not me."

"So?" Dan looked at him, again with a confused glare. "Thinking back to when I was your age, I should've gone after Lily. I should've fought for her. If you really love this girl, then you at least need to try to get her back."

He contemplated this for a moment. He did love her. He always has. It was worth a shot. "Alright, let's get ready."

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Blair stood in her dressing room, staring at her reflection. She was wearing a classic wedding dress with her hair up in a bun and a tiara on. She looked like a Queen. This was meant to be. But her mind kept wandering back to the sight of Dan being drunk, and what he said to her. She shook her head. No, they were done. Being Queen is her destiny.

"Are you ready B?" Serena came in and pulled at her arm a little bit.

"As ready as I'll ever be." They walked out and Blair watched as Serena walked down the aisle first, followed by her minions. Yes, she allowed her minions to be her bridesmaids. She owed them at least that much. It was her turn now. All eyes were on her as she walked. She scanned the seats, no sign of Dan.

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He was now running. He had three hours to get ready, why on earth is he running late? He was almost there. 'Come on Dan, you have to make it.' He thought to himself. There, he could see the church.

He ran through the double doors, instantly getting all eyes on him. "I object!" He screamed and finally, caught Blair's eye. She had a look on his face that he just couldn't read. Kind of like, she was mad that he was doing this, furious, but also kind of relieved.

"Yes, we'll get to that part in a moment." The priest said, and he started to read again, but Dan stopped him.

"No, I need to say this. If the bride doesn't feel the same, I will leave, we can pretend this never happened." There was silence in the church and everybody was waiting for him to talk.

"Humphrey, stop." Blair basically whispered.

"No, I know you feel the same way I do, Blair. I'm so in love with you." Everybody gasped and now people were whispering. "Okay, I'm not a prince. I can't make you queen, but I can make you my queen. I'm poor, yes. I live in Brooklyn, yes. I'm just a writer, but god dammit, I'm in love with you and I want to make you happy."

There was silence and he noticed Blair turn to the prince and mutter something. He nodded and she dropped his hands. Dan's heart raced and he saw her walking towards him. When she was merely an inch in front of him, she whispered "I hate you for this." He frowned and turned to leave, but she grabbed his hand. "But I am also in love with you." They both smiled, and he kissed her, hearing even more gasps than before.

Without saying another word, he grabbed her hand and they ran out of there. Not looking back at anyone, not caring anymore.