Author's Note: I'm glad no one had an outrageous hatred for the last chapter. Well, if they did, they didn't tell me about it. Gossip Girl season finale soon! Is everyone almost too excited? But why do we have to wait so long? And I have to put a word in about Heath Ledger, this is tragedy at it's finest. And I hope no one's jumping to the conclusion that he purposely overdosed; that's not actually confirmed yet. Anyway, back to this story, where Dair is on it's way, full throttle. Everyone get your umbrellas ready, the silly putty is about to hit the fan! Enjoy!

Chapter Six
"You drain me dry
Make me wonder why I'm even here
This double vision I was seeing
Is finally clear
You want to stay
But you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to tread the ground
That I am walking on."
-Maroon 5

It wasn't until Blair was in only her jeans and a bra, fumbling at the buttons of Dan's shirt, that he fully comprehended what was going on and took a moment to evaluate the situation.

This was Blair. Blair Waldorf. The same girl he was so sure he hated. The same girl he had often called 'supremest bitch of the Upper East Side.' This was the exact same Blair Waldorf that he used to wish Serena wasn't even friends with. And now, now he was kissing that same Blair Waldorf. He and that Blair Waldorf were tumbling around in her house, on her bed, with his hands having roamed a minority, but a very vast minority, of her body.

Why was he doing it? He was sure he didn't like her, he was sure he couldn't stand her. Was it something about the dream he had? Did that confuse his feelings for her just because she inspired some of his best poetry? Did he just respond in an intense way when approached by a girl the way Blair had approached him? Maybe he just wanted the physical affection of a girl, he was, after all, only a teenage boy. But, he still wondered why Blair was doing what she was doing. And he felt some small form of hope beating in his heart, maybe she liked him. This made him feel sick though, why did the thought of Blair liking him make him hopeful?

Suddenly, he pulled away from her and sat up, pushing her into a sitting position with him, "What is this?"

"We've been passed this, Dan," she teased, diving in to kiss him again.

"No Blair," he stopped her. "I want the straight up truth... Why are you kissing me? Why are we here?"

Blair rolled her eyes playfully. Truthfully, she had been enjoying their romp, even though it included a dark-haired boy from Brooklyn, and she couldn't understand why he was trying to talk with her, couldn't he just be physical like every other boy? But she thought of Audrey Hepburn, and channeled her best impression of an amazing actress.

She pretended like she was trying to hide something but wasn't very good at it, and she looked away, "Look, if this is about you and Serena and you feel guilty or something you should just leave-" she gestured toward the door.

"No," he grabbed wrist, cutting her off. "Don't worry about how I feel- Why did you come after me and kiss me into the cab? What are your real feelings, Blair?"

What were her real feelings? Blair wasn't sure she had ever been asked that. Hardly anyone ever cared how she felt. Everyone minded how she acted, not what was actually going through her head.

She replied, "I shouldn't have done it, you'll tell Serena, Nate will find out-"

"Blair!" he had to shout so she'd keep quiet. "Listen to me, okay? Just forget about Serena, and forget about Nate- How do you feel about this, why did you even do it? I thought you hated me?"

Blair took a moment to respond, she felt thrown because Dan seemed to actually, genuinely care about her feelings. She chose her words carefully and responded, "That was before."

"Before what?"

"I know I pretend to hate you, like I'm superior to you or something- But, ever since you started seeing Serena I always thought you were cute," she willed a pretend blush to done her cheeks. "And then I just heard about you all the time from her- And then you talked to me in the hallway at the photoshoot and I just- I didn't mean to- but I sort of got a crush on you."

All of it was a lie, but she felt she had to give herself credit on how much it actually sounded like someone's truth.

Dan looked surprised too, "Oh," was all he said.

"Maybe I shouldn't have pushed you into the cab and kissed you," she shrugged, looking vulnerable and cold in her lacy, light pink bra. "But when I saw you walk into Nate's house I just- I don't know- it's like I went crazy, and I needed you," she sighed. "Serena's going to hate me, and Nate."

He only said, "I thought you and Nate were happy together."

"You and Nate are two different people," she told him. "Nate is selfish and cold- You're warm and gentle, you talked to me- even when you hated me-"

"I didn't hate you-"

"Don't lie to me," she replied. "I know you think I'm a bitch, and I don't blame you, but even bitches need some affection sometimes."

"I see."

She looked up at him, believing every word he said.

"Maybe I should go," he got up, but Blair grabbed his arm.

"Wait!" she nearly cried. "Are you going to tell Serena? Is she going to be mad?"

He didn't bother to mention that he and Serena were technically in a fight, he only shook his head, "Don't worry about Serena, okay? I won't say a thing- But as her best friend I think you should tell her-"

"As her boyfriend you should tell her." She didn't mean to sound so pissed off when she said it, but she felt like she had to defend herself and she couldn't help it.

Dan looked at her for a minute, "Maybe we should just keep it to ourselves."

She nodded, satisfied.

And as Dan put on his jacket and headed for her bedroom door she stopped him again.

"Can I see you again?" she threaded her voice with vulnerability and longing, widening her eyes hopefully. "Please?"

He was silent for a minute, but then he nodded, and said, "We'll see."

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Dan sat on the subway, feeling disoriented and confused. He ignored anyone who bumped into him, missed a step on stairs, forgot to hold onto the railing and stumbled into an old woman who threatened him with a blow of her arm. But he couldn't help it. How could the world possibly ask him to pay attention to anything after what had just happened?

He hadn't inttended to make out with Blair, and he certainly hadn't agreed on seeing her again, and he had actually done both things. And on top of it he wasn't telling Serena. He felt guilty about that, but he knew he didn't have to. Serena was the one who was using him to get over Nate, she was the one who probably didn't even like him anyway. They had, after all, never been official, and bad ended on a very bad note when he left, so he convinced himself to forget his guilt and focus on Blair.

It was clear to him that he couldn't tell anyone about it, it would have to be a secret affair. If anyone found out it would be hell for both of them. People would look down upon Blair for dating someone so low, and people would look at Dan like he was crazy for screwing up the infamous Nate-Blair relationship and being with such a high class bitch. But she hadn't been a bitch when they were alone, and that's why he had agreed to see her again.

Asking to see him again, Blair had seemed so alone in the world, like she honestly and truly felt Dan could help her through it. And he figured she probably did need someone, her best friend and boyfriend were flirting behind her back, her mom seemed like she wasn't much on her side, her dad was gone, and all the girls in school talked about her behind her back, but to her face worshipped her, according to Jenny. So he decided to be her savior, because she did seem like something other than the bitch he knew to hate.

When they would see each other again and where was unclear to Dan, but he felt he was excited about the prospect of it. He had told Blair they'd see about another chance to see one another, but he had only said that so she knew she didn't have him on a leash. Which, to be honest, she kind of did, although he liked to think differently.

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The poor boy from Brooklyn is already obsessed with me.

It was like a mantra, going over and over in Blair's mind as she went through her classes like nothing was out of the ordinary. She had a placid smile lingering on her face all morning, she answered questions and loned answers, as if some good-doing ghost had posessed her. People looked at her strangely, wondering who had slipped Blair Waldorf a happy pill. Some people even suggested that she'd hit her head and this was the after affect. But in truth, Blair was happy that things were going her way.

That is, she thought things were going her way until lunch.

She and Serena met in front of the massive school library and then walked together to the cafeteria. Blair, who was practically buzzing with the happiness of her kept secret, noticed that Serena was looking particularly sullen and wasn't talking much. When they finally reached the courtyard and sat down, Blair tried to make conversation, but it was clear that Serena wasn't in the mood.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked of her 'best friend.'

Serena looked dazed as she stared across the courtyard, and then she looked at Blair and replied, "I think Dan is mad at me."

In any normal case Blair would have made some snide remark about how Dan didn't matter anyway. But, given the circumstances, she made a face that said she was hiding something and made her voice sound thick and worried.

"Why do you think that?"

Serena looked up at the way Blair's voice sounded, and she said, "Well, let's just say if we had been dating he pretty much dumped me last night."

"What?!" Blair shrieked, causing a few freshmen to look over at them. "What are you talking about? When?"

The unhappy blonde's expression took on even more confusion, "At the party, right before you disappeared."

Fuck! Blair screamed inwardly.

"Where did you go anyway?" she asked. "Nate and I were looking for you all night."

Yeah right, sure you were.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "I didn't feel well- massive headache- so I left."

Serena looked skeptical.

Blair's head was spinning though, so much so that she didn't even care if Serena believed her or not. Her plan was falling to pieces, and the very idea made her sick.

"Blair, what am I supposed to do?"

Knocked out of her busy thoughts, she replied, "Talk to him."

"What do I say?"

"I don't know," Blair snapped, feeling her frustration mount like a volcano about to erupt. "Say you're sorry for whatever went wrong-"

"But I didn't really do anything-"

"Does it matter? if you want to be with him?" she cut Serena off again.

The blonde girl shrugged, "I guess not."

"Exactly," she gave a nervous smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get a book from my locker."

She didn't go to her locker though, instead, she went to the girl's locker room bathroom, a bathroom she knew was deserted, and spent a good fifteen minutes trying to clear her mind and her stomach.

Author's Note: I'm not totally happy with the result of this chapter, but I don't know how else I could change and/or fix it. I hope you all liked it! Chapter six is coming soon! And thanks for reading.