Dan Humphrey's absurd hangover was the only evidence he could find that last night had actually happened. The ringing in his head hardly bothered him. After years of yearning for acceptable, Dan was one step closer to being part of the Upper East Side. He had leapt and found solid ground to stand on. By a strange occurrence of events, the fortress that was Manhattan had given him a chance. Only a few seconds after opening his eyes, he'd opened up the front page of Gossip Girl. As expected, there were various posts detailing certain events from the Kiss On The Lips party. Some girls in his year called Kati and Is had been caught having a threesome in the bathroom with a sophomore called Asher, Constance's top scholar Nelly Yuki had been denied entry due to Blair's disdain for the girl and Chuck Bass had sex with a model named Agnes in the alley outside. Scrolling down, Dan spotted a post about himself. It detailed 'S' locking lips with a mystery man, hereby referred to as Lonely Boy, as well as him drinking with 'N'. Moreover, it questioned who he was and where the hell did he come from. Emerging out of nowhere, Dan had already fostered an image for himself.

The rest of the morning was spent drinking an abundance of water and chugging mild painkillers. A beep sounded and Dan winced at the loud vibration that came from his phone.

FROM UNKNOWN SENDER:
hey dude do u want to come over 2nite? nate

Somewhere along the way last night, Dan had to have exchanged his number. He blinked twice. Nate Archibald had not only sent him a text, but he had invited him over? Dan had to play it cool. He had started to think last night was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

TO UNKNOWN SENDER:

Yeah, definitely. Whereabouts, man? Dan.

FROM UNKNOWN SENDER:

palace hotel, room 226 floor 7. c u later :)

Chewing on the inside of his lip, Dan placed his phone beside him. Everything had happened so fast, giving him very little time to reflect on how he truly felt. He'd been disappointed by how he had felt about Serena and had desperately tried not to beat himself up over it. He couldn't escape the feeling that it was his fault. After all, Serena was perfect. He was on edge and needed to get used to actually hearing his name come out of her mouth.

The truth of the matter was that Dan was far more drawn to her brown haired friend. Naturally, he was in denial over this. He didn't like Blair Waldorf. She was interesting, funny, and witty but she wasn't really his type. It didn't matter how nice she smelt, she was too domineering and clearly already taken. Dan was infatuated with Serena and had every intention to make their inevitable relationship happen.

Four changes of outfits later, Dan was ready to go to the Palace. He had no idea what type of event he was going to so he took it upon himself to dress casual formal. Classy but not over the top, a suit jacket, open collar shirt and a pair of jeans. He'd had a beer or two beforehand, trying to amp himself up and gain confidence. Trying to fit into the UES would soon push him to alcoholism, it was a sure bet.

Walking down the long corridor, it was clear which room was 226 before he even reached the number. Music could be heard as soon as he exited the elevator. It was Saturday night and this was there way of treating their hangovers from last night's fun. Nervously, Dan took a few hesitant steps forward before knocking on the door. No response. He knocked once more. Shaking his head, he took a step back and contemplated turning around and leaving before the door opened.

It was Nate and he greeted him with the usual 'hey dude' and red eyes. Was this kid ever not high? Life's biggest mystery. It didn't matter, he was friendly and engaging and that gave a person more merit than their casual drug use did.

This affair was different from the Kiss On The Lips party. Smoke filled the room, the lights were dim but bright enough to see who was around, and empty bottles were scattered across the hardwood coffee table, as were items of clothing on the floor. It was a more exclusive event, with the only people there Nate, Serena, Blair, Chuck and the model Agnes attached to his hip. It made him feel more privileged that he, Dan Humphrey, had been allowed into this private gathering.

Agnes sat on the edge of the bed with nothing but a bra on, twirling a bottle of vodka in her hand. Seedily, Chuck draped his hand across her bare stomach and pulled her onto his lap. He nestled his lips onto her shoulder while slowly allowing his hands to venture down onto her thighs. On the coffee table in front of them were Blair and Serena, once again dancing with each other. They looked so content, so much that it brought a smile to Dan's face.

"Danny!" Serena jumped off the table as soon as she spotted Dan enter. She threw her arms around him and gave him a small peck on the lips. "Nate didn't tell me you were coming, I am so glad you're here. Last night was so much fun."

"Couldn't agree more," he responded. He really needed to get more drinks into his system, that way he could be more at ease. "So, I think we should aim to make tonight even better, right?"

To make himself more comfortable, Dan removed his suit jacket and placed it on the couch. A glass of malt whiskey sat on the table and Dan promptly picked it up and claimed it as his own. It was harsh going down his throat but instantly gave him a buzz. For a moment, his vision became a blur. His eyes were focused on the person in front of him that lowered down from the table and took a seat beside him. It was Blair, drunk and beautiful.

"Hey," Dan grinned, turning his head to look at her. "Having a blast, I see."

"The time of my life."

It didn't take a genius to see that Blair was unhappy. Yet for some reason, she hadn't bothered trying to hide it from him. The bitterness in her tone, not directed to him but to everyone around her. It was Serena's golden fire, Nate's oblivion and Eleanor Waldorf's unfounded criticism. It was as if they were in their own little bubble where Blair had no need for her almighty guise.

"If you hate it so much, why do you bother?"

Dan's question wasn't antagonistic, just him trying to work out exactly where she was coming from. He was on the complete opposite of the spectrum. Her world seemed ideal. He had not been privy to all the chaos and drama that consumed her life.

"I don't have much of a choice, really, do I?"

Disappearing into the next room, Nate and Serena had locked themselves in the bathroom. On the marble sink, there were several lines of cocaine that Serena had drawn up. She bowed her head down and placed her finger on one nostril, snorting the white powder up with the help of a stick. Nate followed her lead and let out a groan as he threw his head back. Her hands moved onto his shoulders, pushing him back onto the closed lid toilet. Jumping onto his lap, Serena moved her hands up and down his chest before sliding them down to his waist.

"Natie," she cooed softly into his ear as she grinded herself against him, "I want you to fuck me so bad."

His hands were on her hips, pushing her into him and following her movements. He wanted her, he always wanted her and it drove him crazy. He knew it was wrong; his urges continually conflicted with his better judgment. He loved Blair but he also loved Serena. He knew he couldn't have them both, yet the idea of letting one go seemed impossible.

"We can't, not now," he breathlessly retorted, despite feeling himself grow hard underneath her. "She's right out there."

"Please."

Whenever under the influence, Serena didn't regard Blair. It was rare she advanced Nate if illicit drugs weren't in the mix. Her behavior was that of a bad, terrible, horrendous friend, there was no denying this. But like Nate, Serena couldn't fight against her feelings. She'd always been in love with him, ever since they were little kids. He was the first boy she ever had a crush on, but Blair had immediately called dibs. She repressed her feelings and took the high road. Her and Nate weren't meant to be, it was always going to be him and Blair. No matter how much she presented herself as the out of control party girl, Serena had a heart and it broke every time she saw her best friend with the only man she'd ever loved.

The pleading in Serena's voice hit a spot in Nate. Her lips were so close to his, begging to be kissed. She began to unbuckle his pants and Nate didn't protest. He wanted this; no, he needed this. Every bone in his body was telling him that he had to have Serena right then, there was no choice in the matter.

He moved his hands underneath her dress, rubbing his fingers against her cotton underwear before slowly tugging them down. His index finger ran against her wet lips before starting to circle around her clit gently. Her body jerked in response, shutting her eyes as her hands rubbed against his erection through his boxers. She pushed his hand away and brought herself up, unraveling his cock from under his waistband and smoothly sliding down onto it.

"Nate," she moaned softly, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside her.

Her hands gripped onto his hair, tugging at it gently as she bounced up and down on him. One of his hands moved underneath her dress, groping her breasts and pinching her hardened nipples. His other hand was focused on rubbing her clit, his thumb tenderly rubbing it as her juices ran onto his fingers and down her legs. Serena placed her hands on his shoulders and used them as support to go even faster. They both groaned in sync but Serena clasped one hand over his mouth, ensuring to muffle their voices so no one would hear. Not letting out a scream as she was on the brink of climaxing was difficult for Serena, as she was always vocal during sex. Whimpers escaped her lips, biting down digging her nails into Nate's skin. Small drops of sweat rolled down her neck, panting as Nate pulled out of her. He lifted her dress up and came onto her bare stomach. As Serena breathlessly held herself back, though remaining settled on his lap, Nate began fingering her. There was nothing more he enjoyed than seeing how much she came. His fingers were dripping wet and he playfully ran them along her clit, teasing her.

"Don't, I'll just need you to fuck me again, Natie."

She dragged one finger against her stomach, taking in a bit of his cum and licking it off. Licking her lips clean, Serena used some toilet paper to wipe the rest off. Some had managed to get on her dress but thankfully it wasn't too noticeable.

Jumping off him, she searched for her underwear and slipped them back on. It was the same every time. When they were having sex, it was the most incredible feeling in the world. Afterward, both Nate and Serena would be showered with an immense amount of guilt. The satisfaction only lasted so long.

Outside, Dan and Blair were absorbed in their company. They didn't notice Serena and Nate not being there and they didn't even notice Chuck fingering Agnes on the opposite couch.

For the last half hour, they'd be sharing one of Nate's joints between them. Dan had smoked once or twice before but only ever when he'd been alone. Having company made it an entirely different experience. Their conversation was stimulating and never felt forced. She had him hanging off her every word.

They spoke about their favourite films and their favourite novels, some of which coincided with the others. As best as he could while high and intoxicated, Dan quoted pieces of famous literature. Though impressed, Blair smugly rolled her eyes. Once again, Dan hadn't come for Blair but ended up staying because of her.

"We're going to fuck, so if you don't want to stay and watch, I suggest you leave," Chuck said to Dan and Blair as he picked Agnes up off the couch and threw her down onto his bed.

At that same moment, Nate and Serena emerged from the bathroom. The only person who caught sight of him doing up his buckle was Chuck. A small smirk tugged at his lip, though he made no comment about the obvious. He'd seen them in the act before, despite Nate and Serena both believing they were great at hiding it. The Shepherd wedding, sneaking up to his apartment during the annual Bass brunch, and of course in the coatroom at last year's cotillion.

"We can go back to my place, my parents are in Connecticut for the week."

Nate's suggestion excited Dan. He hadn't wanted the night to end already. Plus, he didn't exactly feel comfortable in Chuck Bass' suite. All parties were compliant and hailed a cab back to Nate's place in the city.

This is just the start of the night! I wanted to include more in this chapter but it already got pretty long so I'll be saving it for next chapter. I am still trying to build up to what I want to happen. I know a lot of people wanted Nate/Serena action, so I was adamant on including it in this chapter. I was certain on wanting them to be having sex behind Blair's back. I know that makes them look really shit as people, but I think it makes an interesting story. Having Serena has the ultimate party girl is great, but I also had to give her some feelings. I really wanted to develop both characters a bit more, though the story is more from Dan's point of view and also Blair's. There wasn't too much DB in this, but that's because I think I want them to be more of a slow burn. I have an idea of how I want them to be with each other, so I am definitely working toward that. Enjoy the story and comments/reviews are always appreciated. :-)

ALSO! I just made a new Dan and Blair video on my youtube account. You can watch it here if you like - watch?v=XvFlDaSf7wQ

And I am probably going to be making graphics for this fanfiction on my tumblr. My URL is . / so you can expect to find them there in the future.