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Author : Laura (alwaysbluex)

Summary : Dan/Blair/Chuck triangle. Chuck wants Blair to say those three words, Blair wants to get Chuck without saying them, and Dan, well he's getting in between them.

Disclaimer: I don't own gossip girl.

A/N: Sorry for the break in-between chapters. I re-wrote this one a couple times, because I hated it. I'm still not too sure about it. I'm having a bad week. When don't I should be the question to ask. Blah okay. Hopefully you guys like it.

Blair walked down the hall of the deserted Bass house, heels clinking loudly against the hard tiles. She had decided to come early, a good talk with Serena would make this situation better. Slowly, she peeked her head in the only lighted bedroom to find her friend lounging on her bed. Ben and Jerry's on one side, old photos on the other. Blair groaned, walking in and flopping down at the end of the bed. She needed Serena to cheer her up right now, not be a downer.

"What's wrong with you?" Blair huffed.

Serena looked up and laughed. "What? Nothing. Just looking through old photos. Why would you think something is wrong?"

Blair cocked her head to the side, as if she was confused. "You have Ben and Jerry's."

"Happy people eat Ben and Jerry's too."

Blair scoffed. "That's absurd. Happy people are off partying, and having a good time. Not cooped up in bed eating Ben and Jerry's, and digging through buried memories."

"B, it's two in the afternoon, and do you need to make this sound like such a depressing activity?" Serena questioned.

"It being two in the afternoon didn't stop-"

"AW B. LOOK." Serena squealed, interrupting her. "You and Chuck, you guys were adorable."

Blair rolled her eyes, plucking the picture from Serena. "In this picture Chuck is … pulling my pigtails, and I'm about to stomp on his foot."

"It's still cute." Serena mumbled, a spoonful on partially melted ice cream stuffed in her mouth.

"Oh look, there's you and Nate." Serena said, handing the small tattered photo to Blair.

Blair smiled for a moment. There they were, age 10. Holding hands, and giving toothy grins. Back when they still had all their innocence, and Nate only cared for Blair. She looked at the second picture and her face fell slightly. Nate tackling Serena in the sand, age 9. He was only a kid, but you could tell by the way he looked at her, that he felt she was special. Not near as special as herself.

"Ladies." Chuck drawled, leaning against the door frame, fumbling with his scarf.

"Chuck, get a hobby." Serena spat, in true sibling fashion.

Chuck smirked. "Blair is my hobby."

"Ew." Serena muttered.

"I am not Chuck." Blair retorted. "I am your prize." she smirked.

"You two done making me feel nauseous yet?" Serena groaned.

"What are you two doing looking at old photos? It's … depressing. "Chuck said, taking a seat next to Blair.

Blair nodded.

"Well, it actually makes me happy." Serena proclaimed.

"Everything make's you-" Chuck started.

"Aw, Chuck. Here's one of you." Serena beamed, handing the old photo to Chuck.

He slowly looked down at the photo, fearing it would be something that would upset him. It was a picture of himself, standing against his eighth nanny on the first day of grade school. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, looking onwards. Even at that age he tried to show as little emotion as humanly possible. His father hated his cries, he would always tell Chuck Almost as much as he hated the thought of him being around.

Blair and Serena noticed Chuck had become unusually quiet. Studying the photo before him. Blair looked at Serena with the "I told you so." smug smirk.

"Okay, let's put the photos away." Serena mumbled. Grabbing them all off her bed.

Serena's cell phone began vibrating against Blair's thigh. She quickly looked down, inspecting the phone. She felt her stomach drop, and her cheeks go flaming hot. "Dan Humphrey." the caller id displayed. What, why was he calling her? Oh, yeah. That doomed attempt at friendship they were trying for the umpteenth time. Blair absolutely had to listen to the conversation. Then if things suddenly steered in a dangerous direction she could snatch the phone away from Serena's ear and stomp on it with her sharps heels until it was broken beyond repair. Yeah, that would work.

"I have to take this." Serena said, grabbing the phone quickly out of Blair's reach. "You two, … talk. Just nothing dirty on my bed? Please." she said seriously, before ducking out of the room.

Blair sat very still on the edge of the bed. She couldn't exactly chase after her. Questions would be asked about why she was being so paranoid. That was something she didn't want. Chuck sensed Blair was shaken by something.

"You okay Waldorf?" Chuck asked quietly.

"I'm fine." she snapped. "Why wouldn't I be fine?" She wondered how could he always read her like a book.

"Yesterday morning perhaps?" he questioned.

Blair shook her head. "No regrets, Chuck."

They sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Both listening to each others jagged, sharp, but quiet breaths. "What, is this. Between us?" Blair asked quietly.

"I'm not sure."

"I mean, I know you're not ready. I don't think I am either. Not after all that's happened."

"We both need time." Chuck said, looking out the window. "But, you know I'll wait for you. I hope you'll wait for me."

Blair nodded. "Of course."

Serena walked back in the room slowly, not wanting to disturb anything important. When Blair saw Serena she shot up out of the bed. Startling both Chuck and Serena. "Who was that?" She asked, rather quickly.

"Uh, Dan?" Serena said, looking puzzled.

"Now that is a truly depressing subject." Chuck scoffed, leaving the room.

.Serena frowned as Chuck walked off, wishing they could stick on mutual ground at least. Instead of openly hating each other. Things had become worse lately, open threats, deathly glares. It was something even she didn't want to get in the middle of.

"What did Dan want?" Blair tried to ask nonchalantly, taking a seat on edge of the bed.

Serena shrugged, opening her closet door. "Nothing to important."

Blair rolled her eyes, couldn't Serena just be a tad bit more specific. Her palms felt clammy and her heart was racing a mile a minute. The butterflies were also invading her hollow stomach. Oddly making her feel more empty than before.

"B?" Serena asked. "You okay?"

Blair huffed. "God, I'm fine. What is with everyone today?" Blair spat before stalking down the hall way.

…

"Blair how nice of you to join us for dinner." Lily said, embracing Blair in a hug.

"Lily, thank you for having me." Blair replied. "Mr. Bass."

Bart shook Blair's hand. "Thank you for coming."

"My pleasure." Blair smiled, taking a seat next to her blonde friend. She insisted on sitting beside Serena before dinner had started.

"Mrs. Vander Woodsen. Someone is here to see you." the maid said quietly.

Serena nodded. "Oh yes, invite him in please."

"Him?" Blair questioned.

Blair looked up just to see the last person she thought would ever enter the Vander/Bass house. Her fork dropped against the plate. Leaving a loud, unpleasant clanking sound, which stopped all dinner conversation at the table.

"Dan?" Blair questioned, eyes wide with shock.

"Waldorf." Dan said, looking past her. "Uh, sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Bass, I just need to borrow Serena for a minute."

"Daniel." Bart said, nodding into his direction.

"Oh, it's not a problem Dan. You're just in time for dinner. Would you like to stay?" Lily asked.

Blair's face dropped, he wouldn't.

Dan looked over at Blair and smiled. "Of course I would."

"Well this ought to be good." Chuck said, glaring in Dan's direction.

Blair faked a smile, and kept out of the way from Dan's glare.

…

A/N: Sup cliffhangers, I love them. I was going to add the dinner in here, but I'm not sure how I want it to play out. And I'm tired, and I should be studying. And. Hopefully you guys enjoys this. Reviews are love!