Sorry for this not coming as quick as the other ones! I have been super super busy with work but I am still intent on writing this fanfic. This chapter is kind of... I don't know. Just read it and tell me what you think. I'll just have you know I really liked writing it and am slowly building up to a more edgy thing. Although first DB need to develop more! I was really happy with the reception from the last chapter and sort of worried that their first kiss was maybe too soon, but thanks for the feedback!

A small moan slipped out of Blair's lips, her mind idly reminiscing the new taste that had been introduced to her mouth. All her senses had been heightened and gravity was pulling her into a whole different atmosphere. Her small hands clutched onto her bedspread, gripping it tight as her body writhed underneath the soft fabric. His tongue in her mouth couldn't leave her mind. She'd never wanted anyone so badly before in her life. His dark brown eyes peered into her soul and awoke a more enthusiastic and content Blair. She was completely and utterly infatuated with Dan Humphrey. How did this happen? He'd come crashing into her life like a hurricane and shaken up her entire world.

Her eyelids opened and the image of their kiss faded into the light from her bedroom window. A gasp shot out of her mouth, holding back small pants as she sat up from her bed and welcomed the brand new day. As usual, Blair checked her cell phone and read through any new texts or Gossip Girl blasts that had come through. Nothing particularly interesting caught her attention until she scrolled past a text from Nate. Nate. Her boyfriend. A small dagger pierced into Blair's stomach at the thought of what she'd done and the feelings that were building up beneath her refined surface.

This was the Upper East Side where everyone had affairs. Her own father had spent several months cheating on her mother with a male model. There was no fine moral code that the elite abided by. It didn't justify her thoughts or actions but Blair wanted something more. She wanted Dan. However, there was no way she'd ever breakup with Nate. Nate was Nate. He was her forever, so why couldn't Dan be her right now? She shook her head in discomfort. There was no way she could ever betray Nate, especially since he'd been nothing but faithful to her since they first started dating.

A knock on the door took Blair by surprise. She expected it to be personal housekeeper Dorota bringing her breakfast timely but instead emerged a perfectly fluffed mullet of manbangs belonging to her boyfriend.

"Nate!" Blair rumpled her blanket, pulling it down slightly to expose her silk camisole. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd come and surprise my girlfriend."

Smiling, Nate jumped in beside her and slipped his arm underneath the blanket. His hands ran over her stomach and onto her waist, pulling her into a kiss.

"Nuuuhh uh," Blair said as she pulled away, grinning at him, "that's too much tongue for a good morning kiss."

She placed her finger on his lips, stroking them gently. For a moment, she envisioned Dan's face. Ugh, why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

"Your mom is at work and I was thinking we could spend the day together, do something special."

The implied meaning of something special was sex and Blair picked up on it without any problem.

"That's not really that romantic, is it?"

Blair had always pictured her first time to be ideal; candle lit, Rose petals scattered over the bed and floor, the whole thing orchestrated perfectly. Hell, she'd even thought about perfectly timing her first orgasm. Blair didn't do spontaneous.

She'd eventually managed to brush off Nate's offer, yet again. She had no idea how he managed to be so patient. All his friends had lost their virginity back before freshmen year and Nate was still a virgin. At least Blair thought he was.

"I'd actually kind of thought about spending the day with Serena. It has been awhile since we got a chance to hang out one on one. You understand, right?"

She looked at Nate for confirmation that they were okay. He smiled, held her hand and kissed her forehead. They weren't okay.

Blair had practically pushed Nate out the door, when all she wanted him to do was curl up next to her and her head resting on his chest. She wanted to breathe in the earthy scent of his sweater and fall back to sleep with the comfort of his presence. She wanted to be able to look into his eyes and feel something.

Hours later, Blair and Serena were having a latte at a café on the Upper West Side. They'd spent the entire morning shopping, trying on new outfits and taking photos of one another. Girls stared at them in awe, wishing they could have their hourglass frames. A photo was quickly put on Gossip Girl of Serena and Blair trying on a new necklace at Barney's, asking people to comment on who it looked better on. Attention came in an abudance.

Blair brought her cup to her lips, taking a small sip. All day she'd been waiting to talk about Dan and looking for the opportune moment to bring him into conversation.

"So, you and Dan seem to be getting pretty close."

Blair gave Serena a knowing smile, flicking her dark eyes up to grin at her friend. Serena brushed down her blonde hair as she gently bit her lip, making at an attempt at looking modest.

"You could say that."

Arching her brow, Blair tilted her head and examined Serena.

"Have you slept together?"

"Oddly enough, no. Not yet. This one's different, B. It feels real."

Blair wanted to roll her eyes. She'd heard this all before.

"You should wait then, it would totally make it more special. I would know."

She gave a deep sigh, placing her cup back down. The truth was Blair had no idea whether waiting would make her first time special. In fact, she was convinced she'd feel nothing but disappointed. She'd built her hopes so high and she could predict them inevitably coming down. All she'd heard from the girls at school was that sex was okay. Naturally they felt this way, they were having sex with self-serving adolescent males who had no idea where the clitoris was located.

"So, do you think you and Nate are ever going to?"

Serena's question, like Blair's, was there to pry. She had been clinging onto the fact the two had never gotten that serious. Nate had always said he couldn't go through with it unless she knew about him and Serena. It was a sticky situation and Serena felt nauseas just thinking about it.

"Yeah," Blair replied softly, "I mean, of course we will. I was thinking about surprising him with some lingerie and the whole deal." Blair found herself getting excited at the thought of entertaining him. She chewed on the tip of her index finger, grinning at Serena. "He's waited so long. It is kind of cruel to keep him on edge all the time about it."

It became clear to Blair that she had to kill the feelings she was growing for Dan before they grew into something more. It seemed simple enough. It wasn't unusual for people in relationships to develop small crushes.

To Dan, on the other side of the spectrum, was prepared to see what direction his relationship with Blair was going. Never had someone who was once so loathsome been more compelling than anyone he'd ever known. She glistened in all her intellectual glory and callous wit. There was softness to her soul that he longed to touch and connect with on a deeper level. He liked Nate, he liked Serena and he didn't even mind Chuck that much, but Blair was different. She was the only one who had truly surprised him.

He had liked girls in the past. He'd been hung up on his infatuation with Serena and that had prevented him from getting a taste of genuine emotion. Kissing Blair had ignited an unusual passion in him. She was beautiful, daring and uncharted territory. The writer within Dan saw the damaged elegance and the young man that was Dan Humphrey wanted to help her save herself.

After spending a few hours replaying the moments their lips touched last night, Dan had managed to crawl his way off the couch and touch back down on earth. His family's loft was empty. His younger sister was staying at her friend's and his father was doing a reunion tour with his forgotten 90s band. Dan's initial thought was that this would be the perfect time to write, given how inspired a certain brunette had made him, but the universe had other plans for him and they came in the form of a text from said brunette.

FROM UNKNOWN SENDER:

Hi, Dan. It's Blair. Was wondering if we could talk. What's your address?

Dan's initial thought was how did she get his number. That quickly phased out; this was Blair Waldorf. It was replaced by the fact she wanted to see him. Not even just call him, actually talk one on one in person. His heart beat rapidly and he ran his hand through his hair. The next thought was the realization he'd have to tell her he lived in Brooklyn. Dan was well aware how people from Manhattan viewed the perfectly humble village on the other side of the bridge.

TO BLAIR:

Hey, yeah of course we can. My place is 89 Leeland Av in Williamsburg, on the fifth floor.

What happened next was Dan scurrying around to tidy up his loft. As a teenage boy, Dan wasn't the neatest person. Usually he'd make a conscious effort to not be a total mess but, with the place being empty for the last few days, Dan had kind of switched off. This had also been combined by him going out to parties for the last few evenings, giving him little time to care about the state of his apartment.

He looked in the mirror, pointlessly brushing his hair back and examining his outfit. He looked okay. He looked a lot better than he had the other night, sporting a very comfortable underwear look for Blair.

It had been forty-five minutes since he'd texted her and he had received no reply but surely enough there was a knock at the door. Dan didn't flinch to walk over and open it up. Blair stood in front of him, gazing at him with her doe eyes and wrapped up in a summer dress. The sight of her sun kissed skin and how her dress complimented all her physical features had left him speechless.

"Brooklyn, seriously?"

Blair arched her brow, placing one hand on her hip as her head cocked to the side.

Upon her arrival, Blair had worked herself up over seeing Dan. She'd laid it all out. She was going there to clear up any confusion their kiss may have caused and pimp out Serena. This didn't really explain why she'd spent an hour getting dressed up and picking out the perfect outfit. She'd spent several minutes just deciding how to wear her hair.

"It's not that bad," Dan said, chewing the inside of his lip before stepping back and allowing Blair to push her way inside. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

He stood behind her, taking a moment to simply admire her legs and the way the straps of her dress hung around her shoulder blades. He shook his head as she spun around to face him after she'd taken to looking around the loft.

"I didn't want you to get the wrong idea about last night, Humphrey. Or any idea, really," she said, biting her lip. "I was upset and vulnerable and you happened to be there. It meant nothing, less than nothing."

"Oh? Well, alright then."

Blair gave Dan a stern look. Why was he being so whatever over it? That was how she was meant to react. She expected at least some sort of questioning or discussion. His oh had made her both curious and frustrated, little did Blair realize that was exactly Dan's intention.

"Oh?"

"You just seemed to enjoy yourself a little bit too much for it to mean nothing."

There it was. There was Dan challenging her once again and Blair couldn't help but thrive off it. It was a change of pace from her mundane conversations that she had with Nate about school or the girls on the MET steps. A person couldn't simply create entertaining banter out of nowhere.

"I have a boyfriend, Dan."

That was the only response Blair could muster. It seemed to refute anything that could happen or that already had happened between them.

"So, is that what you want? I mean, if you really want to pretend that last night didn't happen, I'd do that for you, no questions asked. But I don't believe you. You didn't come all the way to Brooklyn just to tell me that there isn't a part of you that may actually kinda like me."

She wanted to strangle him. People didn't do this, not to Blair Waldorf. They weren't supposed to question where she stood or her intentions. She got what she wanted and that was it. Of course, this was not that simple because part of Blair desperately wanted Dan.

"No, Serena likes you. I don't mind you. You dress like you're from the early nineties, have a ridiculous haircut and mumble a lot. Not exactly what I'd call attractive."

There was a straining in Blair's voice that Dan couldn't help but chuckle at. It was cute, the way she tried to pretend she didn't like him.

"Okay, okay. You win, Waldorf. You don't like me. I don't like you. We don't like each other. Sounds simple enough to me. Oh, and while we are being honest with each other, I think your headband is a little ridiculous."

He reached over and grabbed her headband, effortlessly pulling it off her head and dangling it above her before tossing it onto his kitchen bench. There proximity had grown closer as Blair raised her hand and grabbed onto Dan's, exerting force through her grip. Before she could whine at him, he placed his finger over her lips and smiled.

"Seeing as how you've come all this way, why don't we have something to eat and watch a movie and just mull over how we're not attracted to each other at all?"