I decided to write a really quick follow up chapter because I was inspired. Check it out and try and enjoy.

The New York City lights shone as bright as ever outside the wooden pane that belonged to the Humphrey family's loft. It wasn't long ago that Dan spent his nights looking out at the river and thoughtfully pondering about what it would feel like to truly live, rather than overanalyse everything that didn't happen. In a similar fashion, Blair Waldorf was always looking in the distance and waiting to find a place where she belonged. Lost and in a state of despair, Dan and Blair found each other in a dark stairwell, becoming each other's beacons of hope. She made him laugh uncontrollably, he made her reluctantly smile and together they had stumbled upon an emotion called happiness.

They shared a wood fired oven pizza, as they laid collapsed on Dan's couch and drank from some of his father's beer cases. It was the most relaxed Dan had ever seen Blair, letting her armour down to simply enjoy a non-date with a guy that wasn't even her friend. This was a night off from being the Blair that was on display for the sake of her so-called friends, family, admirers and even enemies.

She hadn't even given Nate much thought at all, which was arguably not a good thing. He had told her was spending a night with the boys and would probably be getting really drunk. There was no one expecting to hear from Blair, even Serena was spending quality time with her brother who was checked into the Ostroff Centre. It was the opportune moment for a time-out.

"Do you think we can agree on a film to watch?" Dan asked, taking a bite of his crust. He glanced over to look at Blair, daintily taking small bites from her own slice. She gave him a contemplative look, pouting her lips and humming to herself.

"I don't know. First you've forced pizza and beer on me, I don't think I can stomach your taste in movies, Humphrey. Not tonight."

Jumping off the couch, Dan opened up a drawer that was stacked with dozens of DVDs. Blair curiously watched him sort through them, though her attention was more focused on him being bent over. He jumped around and held the film Rosemary's Baby in his hands, waiting to receive an approving look from her. She gave him no such thing, wanting to steer clear of him actually thinking he'd impressed her. She was so used to watching Diehard with Nate, it escaped her that any teenage boy would have a remotely good selection of movies.

"Fine."

It was a stern response that made Dan grin like an idiot. She'd reluctantly allowed him to win.

It was half an hour into the movie when Blair's foot accidentally grazed against Dan's leg. It was minimal physical contact yet it was enough to light a match. He was no longer able to focus, whereas she made an attempt to act like the film still held her attention. At different times, they looked at the other until they gradually began to hold each other's gaze. It was exactly like the night at Nate's. Their dark eyes connected and neither could tear them away. All the cruel jokes had been fun and a great way to fill the time but were a smug way for these two young adults to act like they weren't completely into each other.

Blair wanted to crush the tension by throwing a self-esteem crushing insult right in his face. Her lips didn't move. With the movie playing in the background, Dan moved right over on top of her, holding his body over hers. He looked down into her eyes, giving her the chance to push him away. Her arms moved up and her hands fell onto his chest. Without their lips even touching, Blair found herself more turned on than ever. One of Dan's hands was placed on the cushion above Blair's shoulder, holding his torso up as he held onto her hip with his other hand. He brought his face down and tenderly kissed her lips. She kissed him back; he could feel it. His chest pressing against her encouraged Blair to be more forceful, pushing her tongue into his mouth with a suitable amount of strength. The kiss became faster, breathlessly taking in each other and playfully tasting each other's lips.

Both Dan's hands moved onto Blair's thighs, gripping and positioning himself in between them. Her dress pushed up her legs and it took all the willpower Dan had to not go as far as pulling down the lace panties he felt rub against his skin. Blair grinded herself into him, moving her lips off his and onto his neck. She gently nibbled at his skin before daring to leave some harsher bites. Her fingers clawed up underneath his shirt and felt his smooth and quite toned stomach, removing his soft cotton shirt entirely. She pulled it over his shoulders and urgently tossed it on the floor. Dan let out a groan, as if the hard-on growing in his pants didn't signal his excitement enough to Blair. She was on the verge of ripping all his clothes off and just taking him right then and there. Dan further pulled her dress up by sliding his hands up her back, feeling her bare skin as he made his way to unclip her bra with one hand. He slid the other hand around to grope her breast, circling his finger around her nipple. Blair shut her eyes tight, feeling her underwear damper and her entire body begging for him. She moved her hands down and began playing with the zip to his hands, dragging it down before something snapped inside her and she pushed him off.

Harshly, Dan landed on the floor shirtless and with his pants undone. Blair sat up, pulling her dress down and brushing her hair over her shoulder. How could she have let it happen? She knew deep down it was inevitable and it was partly the reason why she'd gone over to see him, rather than call him or even text him.

"This is wrong, Dan. I can't do this to Nate. I'd never forgive myself."

Dan was in a frustrating position. He'd allowed himself to get swept up by her therefore at no point did he blame Blair. He knew she was in a relationship and pursued her in some weird way regardless of that knowledge. Was she sending him mixed signals? Without a shadow of a doubt, yes but this was only because Dan had voluntarily given her permission to do so.

"I'm sorry," he said as earnestly as he could, "I really am, I just – I don't know."

For a man who prided himself on his words, Dan fell short of saying anything of substance. He had no ground to stand on. There was no moral ambiguity; kissing Blair was wrong and he knew it.

"I shouldn't have come over. I need to leave."

Briskly, Blair clipped up her bra and went to find her shoes. Dan anxiously stood up, trying to catch up with what was happening around him. He wanted to give her a reason to stay but by the time he'd gone over to talk to her, the front door was slammed in his face.

Lord forbid Blair Waldorf would catch a subway so she waited to hail a cab. There was only one person she wanted to see and that was her best friend. She picked up her phone, dialling in Serena's number. There was no answer. She called Serena over and over again throughout her ride back to Manhattan. The cab pulled up outside Serena's building and Blair rushed inside and approached the counter.

"Hi, is Serena in?" Blair asked, clearly in distress. The person at the counter recognized Blair as Serena's friend and contently buzzed the distraught brunette up to the Van der Woodsen's apartment. It wasn't the first time this had happened and it wasn't unusual for Blair to go in and out of the building as she pleased, almost like she lived there herself.

Stepping into the apartment, it was pitch black. She was certain no one was home. It was eerily quiet and she took a step forward, the sound of her heels on the ground echoing throughout the entire space.

"Serena?" There was no answer. Blair sighed to herself, tossing her bag onto the couch in some attempt to let out her frustration. She needed someone to talk to, to confine in about what was going on. On her way out, Blair went to grab her pursue before hearing a faint giggle coming from the hall. She instantly recognized it as Serena.

Clutching onto her purse, Blair paced her way across the tiles and down the hall that led to Serena's room. She could see a dim light coming from underneath the door. Blair placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it and swinging the door wide open.

The sight before her was something Blair would never be able to erase from her mind. Serena's legs thrown over Nate's shoulders, her bare breasts exposed and rocking back and forth as he pulled in and out of her. Blair wanted to break down and cry. She tried shutting her eyes, like it was some nightmare.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Blair screamed in her loudest tone, instantly breaking Serena and Nate apart with nothing but the sound of her screech.

"Blair," they both said at the same time as they tried to cover up their bodies. Serena pulled a sheet over herself while Nate managed to slide on his pair of briefs.

Tears welled up beneath Blair's brown eyes, physically feeling her entire world shattering. There was nothing she could say; she was at a complete loss of words. Here she was feeling like the worst person in the entire world while her boyfriend and best friend were happily having sex with each other.

Nate stupidly approached Blair and was met with her hand viciously slapping across his face. A red mark stood out on his cheek and Blair proceeded to aggressively push at his chest until he fell over onto the ground.

"How could you? Both of you!"

"Blair, please," Serena said, throwing a shirt over her, "I – we never wanted this to happen, just let me explain."

"You think either of you have a right to say anything to me ever again? That I should give you the privilege of enlightening me on how my boyfriend accidentally fell into you repeatedly."

Serena tried to open her mouth but Blair didn't allow her to get a word in, quickly cutting her off.

"Don't you dare, don't you dare try to make me feel like any less of an idiot for trusting you two. How long has this been going on for?"

When Blair solicited a response from neither, it became apparent that this was not a one-time thing. Serena and Nate exchanged a look with each other before reverting their attention back to Blair.

"You've got to be kidding me."

With that, Blair stormed out of Serena's room. She'd held back an unfathomable amount of tears that all came rushing out as soon as she stepped out of their presence. She walked fast enough to not allow either of them to chase her. She could hear them trying to call out to her as the elevator doors shut but it was too late.

Her back pressed against the wall and she sunk down to the floor, cupping her face in her hands. There was no way any of this had happened. Blair was pleading to snap out of it. Everything hurt, the humiliation and the betrayal stung right through Blair's aching heart.

BOOM. Things happened. They are only about to get worse. Stay tuned and tell me all your thoughts.