A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

The sun peeped in through the white blinds. New York City being exposed to a Friday morning. Many were getting up and going to work right away. Celebrating the end of the work week. But it wasn't that way for Blair. Today was going to be a great day, extra special. She would finally have Dan all to herself. No stupid phone calls from his boss calling him in. It was their day. Well until five o'clock. He would have to go back to work. Stupid work.

The sunlight fell onto Blair's eyes. She moaned softly before turning her body away from the window and reaching her arm across the bed. But instead of her arm landing on Dan's sleeping body beside her, it fell onto the Egyptian cotton sheets. Just the sheets. Blair abruptly sat up.

Where was he? Had he gotten a call from work demanding he go back? Had he gotten drunk again and just left? Where in the world was Dan Humphrey?

Without another thought, Blair leaped out of her bed and grabbed her robe. She hurriedly tied it around her waist as she gallivanted out of her bedroom. She descended down the stairs and sprinted through her penthouse.

"Dan! Dan!" she called out repeatedly.

She ran past the expensive paintings her mother had purchased in Milan. She almost knocked over one of the antique vases that Cyrus had insisted on buying (even thought that it was just as repulsive as Courtney Love's fashion sense). She searched her home, but no sign of Dan.

What if he had enough of her? What if there was someone better? He was gone. He was gone and she was just going to deal with it. But she couldn't he just left. Why did he leave? Was she ever going to see him again?

She heard the elevator ding. She looked over to see who was going to step out of the steel box that was her front door. She waited for a second before the figure inside finally emerged.

Dan came waltzing in with a bag of groceries in one arm and a coffee cup tray with two coffees in it. He looked over at Blair in her pyjamas and smiled.

"Good morning," he said.

Blair felt a smile break onto her face. It was great to see him. It was great to know he wasn't gone. It was just….great.

"Good morning," Blair replied a moment later.

Dan walked over to her and gave her a small kiss on top of her head before heading over to the kitchen.

"I'm going to make you the best breakfast that you have ever had," Dan proclaimed.

"Oh really now."

"Yup. A nice fruit salad and I made sure to get loads of strawberries, because that's how you like it. I also got some bagels with cream cheese, because you know I had to get some. I got some other stuff too, like waffles. Okay I know it's not made from scratch, but it's Eggo. The only downside is that you have to eat it with me," Dan said with a smirk.

"True, but I think I can survive having breakfast with you," Blair replied with an equal smirk.

Their eyes lingered on each other's before Blair left to go clean up. She walked up the stairs, a thousand times more calmer than she had been earlier. She passed by Dorota's bedroom and opened the door slightly. She smiled as her eyes rested on her Polish maid, fast asleep on her bed. She seemed to undisturbed from Blair's behaviour before.

Blair shut the door quietly and headed towards her bedroom. She instantly went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth and then took a quick shower. Everything seemed to go quickly, mostly because of the excitement building inside of her. She slipped into an outfit, mainly consisting of a pencil skirt, white blouse and headband to match. After checking herself in the mirror, she exited her bedroom and went downstairs.

She gasped at her dining room. In a sense it was still the Waldorf dining room but with a bit of Humphrey thrown in. The table was set with a two roses in a small vase on the center of it. Two table settings were on either side of each other. She smiled and felt her heart soar. This is exactly what she wanted. And he had just known.

She heard his footsteps come into the dining room. Glancing over at him, she saw him holding a bowl with cut up fruits. Many strawberries. The bowl was accompanied with a pitcher of orange juice. He smiled at her, showing off his pearly whites as he set the two items in his arms onto the table. Blair walked over to him. Dan looked at her, their bodies getting closer by the second.

Blair captured his lip with her own. Comfort filled her body. She loved the familiarity of Dan's mouth on top of hers. She truly had missed him. They pulled away from each other and rested their foreheads against each other's.

"Thank you," Blair started.

"We haven't even had breakfast yet," Dan replied.

"I know, but I just want to thank you. You don't know how much I've wanted this. Just us," Blair said in a soft voice.

"Me too."

Blair nodded, causing her brunette curls to shake a little. Dan raised his lips and gave her a small kiss on her forehead before turning and pulling a chair out for her. Blair sat down and watched as Dan sat down in front of her. He passed her the bowl of fruit salad. She scooped out some of the cut up fruits and placed them in a small bowl before passing them to Dan. She grabbed her fork and pierced half a strawberry with it.

"So, how did you sleep?" Dan asked as he ate some kiwi.

"Fine, especially beside you. And how did you sleep?" Blair asked as she placed the strawberry on her fork in her mouth.

"Fine."

They went back to eating their fruit salad. It was a refreshing way to start out the day. The only sounds that were heard were those of the clinking sound the fork made when in contact with the bowl and the sound of the forks piercing the fruit. The silence was a bit frightening.

"So, when is your stuff arriving?" Blair asked as she poured herself some orange juice.

"It should be here around eleven thirty. Don't worry, I didn't bring that many things."

"Did you bring Cedric?" Blair asked with a small smirk forming on her lips.

"Wherever I go, Cedric finds a way to get there. It's like he's one step in front of me," Dan said with an smirk as well.

"Well, Cedric is always welcome. In fact he can sleep with me on the bed."

"All three of us?"

"No, just me and him. I guess you can crash on the couch. It's comfy," Blair said about to burst into laughter.

"Is that payback for not spending that much time with you?" Dan said with a smile.

Blair felt the smile that had been there, disappeared. Dan noticed and immediately became concerned and apologetic.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"It's not your fault. I understand-"

"You've been saying that. A lot. And frankly, I don't think that's the truth. You know you can tell me. Whatever you say won't hurt me," he said, as he settled his fork on his plate.

Blair looked at him. She missed him. She missed them. She missed the way they used to spend nights together just talking about life. She missed the way they would call each other and just say anything, anytime. She missed when after the stories she would write after he would leave.

That was when she felt a single tears fall from her doe eyes. She blinked, trying to stop it but more came. And before she knew it, she was bawling. Right there at the dining table.

Dan immediately got up from his seated and was at Blair's side in an instant. He engulfed her in a hug and stroked her hair. This is what he had been afraid of happening. It wasn't as if he didn't realize what had been going on with them. He missed them both. Together.

"I am so sorry for what I've been putting you through. I should be a better man," Dan said as he kept stroking her brunette locks.

Blair looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with water, which had also covered up most of her face. Dan reached out and grabbed a napkin before gently dabbing the tears away. The tears. Why was it now every time they even had a little bit of time together, tears were involved?

"It's just that you're never here anymore. Like you don't exist," Blair told him.

Dan stood quietly. Was she right? Was he that involved with work that he didn't exist otherwise? He slowly got up from Blair's side and walked into the kitchen. He just needed to be alone for a while. Think about how things are and stuff like that. He heard footsteps behind him and the sound of the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the dining room.

"Dan, don't be like this. I told you I've learned to deal with it and it doesn't mean I love you less. I will always love you whether we spend a whole week together or we don't, I will always love you," Blair said, hoping he would turn to face her.

And to her surprise, he did. He looked at her with a sombre face. Not one that she had seen often. He walked closer to her and held both of her hands with his own. He gave them a small squeeze before speaking.

"I really am sorry for putting you through all of this. The last thing I ever wanted was to make you feel unimportant. You are a big part of my life, Blair. True we didn't always get along but then Yale changed that. It showed me who you truly are and I love the true Blair Waldorf. But I think we just need to spend sometime alone this morning. Clear our thoughts, you know? I'll probably still be in the neighbourhood. Call me when the movers are here," Dan said as he let go of her hands and gave her a small kiss, one that she didn't really reply to.

He walked out of the kitchen. She heard him grab his and coat and then the sound of the elevator ding made it clear he was serious about spending their day alone. Their day. One that he had promised would just be the two of them, neither one of them leaving. Why had she cried? Maybe he wouldn't have left if she hadn't started crying.

Blair sighed. She could feel the tears come back but she didn't care about them this time. Obviously they only created more trouble. She walked back into the dining room and grabbed her small bowl of fruit salad and stalked upstairs to her bedroom.

After plopping down on her bed, she grabbed her remote and flipped through the channels. All that was on were morning shows. Suddenly, Blair remembered about Serena's interview with the Today show. She quickly changed the channel and was delighted to see one of the morning hosts.

"Thanks for that Ann, and after the break we have an interview with Serena van der Woodsen, one of the young stars in the Grease remake. Stay tuned," said the host.

Blair almost dropped her bowl. Remake? Serena in a remake of a classic? The same Serena that had looked down upon them growing up. Saying they were just a ploy studios used to get more money, even if it meant the movie was crap. Blair couldn't believe it. Serena really had changed. The commercials ended and the host was back on the screen.

"Good morning everyone, we are joined with the talented Serena van der Woodsen," the host, who's name was June, smiled at Serena.

Serena smiled back, looking as perfect as ever.

"Well I'm happy to be here," Serena replied.

"Now, in the upcoming remake of Grease, you play Sandy Olsson, a role originally made famous by Olivia Newton-John. How did you feel about being cast in a movie as iconic as Grease?" June asked.

Blair watched Serena, hoping she would just tell the host that this isn't what she wanted. That this was just a business ploy. Come on, Serena. Just tell them the truth, Blair thought inside her head. But that wasn't even close to as Serena's reply.

"I was honoured. The movie and musical has such a huge fan base that I was intimidated, but it was a joyous experience and I hope the old fans and the new fans will enjoy my performance," Serena said with a smile to the camera.

Blair rolled her eyes. She turned the TV off. She couldn't deal with that. On top of everything else that had gone on this morning, she didn't need to be watching her friend be phoney on national television. Blair ate the rest of her fruit salad before placing the empty bowl beside her on the side table. She looked over at her clock. It was only a couple minutes after nine.

What was she going to do? Dan was obviously trying to clear his head and she understood that, but a part of her wanted him to be with her. They could talk openly instead of locking everything inside and just breaking down one day. She sighed and placed her head in her hands. What was she going to do? What could she do?

A noise at the door startled her. She looked up and saw Dorota standing at the door way with a worried look on her face.

"Is everything all right, Miss Blair?" she asked.

"I don't know," Blair replied.

Dorota walked into the bedroom and sat down on Blair's bed beside her. Blair smiled. Every time something didn't feel right to Dorota, she would always sit with her on her bed until she told her.

"Now, tell me what's bothering you?" Dorota asked.

"Everything."

"But what does everything mean, Miss Blair? Does this have anything to do with Mr. Humphrey?" she asked.

"Maybe," Blair replied.

Dorota's eyes became wide. She didn't like it when anyone treated Blair with disrespect. Blair was her daughter in a twisted sort of way. Sure she didn't give birth to her, but she had raised her. And by raising her, she had maternal bond to her. One that no one could ever break.

"Did he hurt you?" Dorota asked in a serious tone, with a Polish accent of course.

"No, well I mean I guess he did, but not in the way you think. He didn't hit me, but we've been spending so little time together lately, that it just hurts," Blair said, her vision being clouded by water.

"Oh, Miss Blair," Dorota said as she wrapped her in a hug.

Blair cried on Dorota's shoulder. Dorota kept repeating something in Polish, but if Blair had to guess it probably would have translated to It's going to be all right. A sound came from downstairs. The ding of the elevator to be more exact. Blair and Dorota looked at each other before they each jumped out of bed and towards the door. They both ran down the stairs. Dorota behind Blair. Blair felt a smile form on her lips. Maybe he had come back. Maybe he had already cleared his head. But she stopped running when she saw who had actually come to visit her.

Chuck stood in the foyer with his hands in his pockets. Dark purple circles had formed under his eyes. It didn't look as if he had gotten any sleep last night. He managed to send a small smile in her direction. She heard Dorota mumble something about cleaning the kitchen before leaving. He walked closer to her, but stopped when he was a foot away from her.

"Good morning," he simply said.

"Morning."

"I know I should have called before coming and all."

"It's alright."

"Could I sit down? I haven't had any sleep in twenty-four hours," he informed her.

"Of course," Blair said as they both went towards the living room.

He collapsed down on the couch while Blair sat down beside him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"I'll get us some coffee," Blair said as she got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen.

Dorota was already working on the coffee before she had even gotten there. Blair got out some of the Eggos that Dan had bought and put them in the toaster. She got out some plates and maple syrup as she waited for the Eggos to pop up. In two minutes time, they were done and drowning in maple syrup. After grabbing two forks, Blair paraded into the living room with Dorota right behind her with the coffees.

They placed the food in front of him on the coffee table. She knew her mother wouldn't particularly like this, but her mother hadn't come home last night. She and Cyrus probably went to see as many Broadway shows as they could, but had probably gotten too tired to come back home.

Dorota left the two in the living room. Blair dug into her waffle as did Chuck. She smiled at him as she saw the delight in her face.

"This is a great way to start off your day when you haven't had any sleep," Chuck spoke of the waffle half soaked in maple syrup.

"Why didn't you have any sleep?"

"Jade and me got into an argument," Chuck told her.

"Oh…." Blair said, thinking of what to say.

"She just doesn't get me sometimes. Actually all the time. She just doesn't understand anything that I try to do or am behind. It's like talking to a tanned wall. There is no point," Chuck said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"So why do you keep her in your life? If she doesn't understand you, why do you keep her around?" Blair asked.

"I guess……. I just….." Chuck searched for an answer.

"You just what?"

"I just feel bad for her."

"Why would you feel bad for someone that doesn't even care about you?" Blair asked him again.

"I know if I was in your shoes I would be saying the same thing, but I know her. I know her story. Let's just say she didn't have the best childhood," Chuck said slowly.

Blair nodded. Chuck had always had a soft spot for horrible childhoods. Maybe it was because he could relate to them. He hadn't let many in on his soft spot. Only a small handful knew, her included. She looked back at Chuck. He let out a small yawn.

"You should sleep. You need the rest if your going to gala tonight," Blair said.

Chuck smiled before getting up from the couch. Blair got up also. Chuck's feet didn't seem to want to hold up by themselves, so Blair linked arms with him and they walked upstairs together. He was half asleep by the time they reached her bedroom. He sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes. He fell back on the sheets and was sound asleep. Blair smiled.

"Good night, Bass," she said as she gently stroked his chocolate hair.

She gently turned on her heel and left her bedroom with Chuck Bass sleeping on her bed. She shut the door behind her and walked downstairs. Dorota came running towards her with the phone.

"It's from the front desk. They say there are some moving men with boxes downstairs," Dorota told her.

Blair looked over at the clock. It was just ten o'clock. They were an hour early. Blair sighed and took the phone from Dorota and pressed it up against her ear.

"Hello," she said.

"Oh, yes Miss Waldorf. There are two men standing in the lobby claiming that they have some moving boxes that need to come up to your suite. Now I've told them that they had the wrong address but they refuse to leave," James from the front desk told her.

"Oh, James. I am so sorry I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend, Dan, is moving in with us. That's his stuff. Please send it up," Blair told him.

"It's quite all right, Miss," James said from the other line.

Blair hung up and quickly dialled Dan's number. He had gotten his phone back from the bar a couple nights ago. She heard the dial tone ringing in her ear. A ring later, she heard his voice.

"Hello?" he asked.

"It's me," Blair said quietly.

"Blair," he said her name gently.

"Listen, your stuff is here. So yeah," Blair said awkwardly.

"Okay," Dan said.

Blair hung up. It pained her to listen to his voice right now. Especially their uncomfortable breakfast. She handed the phone back to Dorota. The elevator doors opened and two men, probably in their late twenties early thirties, walked in with a box each.

"Where, Miss?" one of them asked.

Blair had been about to say her bedroom but with Chuck needing his rest she just told them to put them in the living room. She watched as they would set the boxes and go back into the elevator to get more. Fifteen minutes later, Dan stepped out of the elevator as well. Blair managed to muster up a smile when he came in. He did the same. He walked up to her and gave her an awkward hug. They separated and Dan looked at the boxes sitting in the living room.

"When are we going to put these up in your room?" he asked.

Blair froze. Chuck was still in her room. Fast asleep on her bed. Well Dan's bed too, now.

"Not yet. It needs to be cleaned," Blair stalled.

"Isn't your room always clean?" Dan asked.

"Yes, but I need to make sure it's really clean before we even put any of your stuff in it," Blair informed him.

"Alright," Dan said, a little confused. "Hey, listen about earlier. It's not that I didn't want to be with you, it's just that I needed some alone time."

"Like you don't get enough of that already," Blair muttered under her breath.

"Did you say something?" he asked.

"We can talk about that later. I need to go clean my room. Have you seen Dorota?" Blair asked, getting ready to get out of there.

Dan pointed to the kitchen. Blair sent him a thankful smile before walking quickly towards the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Dorota. She looked up when she saw Blair approach. Blair looked at her with serious eyes.

"We need to get Chuck out of here. Dan can't see him. At all," Blair said.

"But Miss Blair, we can't get Mr. Chuck out yet or else Mr. Dan will see him. We need to hide him," Dorota said.

"Good idea, but where?"

"We'll see when we get there," Dorota said.

The two left the kitchen and dashed upstairs without making eye contact with anyone. They shut the door behind them and looked at the sleeping Bass on the bed. Blair ran her finger down his face. His head stirred with the feeling of her finger. His eyes fluttered open and smiled when he saw Blair standing in front of him.

"Hey," he said happily.

"Chuck, you need to get up."

"But I'm tired."

"Yes I know that, but I need you to be somewhere just for a little while," Blair said calmly.

"Where?" he asked suspiciously, still half asleep.

Blair look to Dorota for an answer.

"The…uh….closet!" Dorota exclaimed.

Blair sent her a confused look as Dorota helped her lift Chuck off of the bed. They opened up the closet door as they carried him inside. Luckily it was a huge closet with a lounge chair inside. They placed him gently on the lounge. He had already gone back to sleep. Blair sent Dorota a appreciative smile before they closed the closet door. They heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Blair asked.

"Me," Dan's voice said on the other side.

Dorota went to open the door before leaving the bedroom. Dan came in holding a box labelled Dan's clothes. He smiled at her and set the box on Blair's bed.

"All done cleaning?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, making sure that she was in the way of him and the closet.

"I'll just put my box inside the closet," Dan said, picking up the box again.

"No!" Blair yelled.

"What?" Dan asked in a confused tone.

"I'll do it for you," Blair said starting to take the box from him.

But before either one of them could say another word, Chuck's voice interrupted them.

"Blair, where are you?" she heard his sleepy voice say from inside the closet.

Blair looked pleadingly at Dan but he didn't look in her direction. He passed her the box and made his way to the closet. He opened the door and saw Chuck on the lounge chair. His eyes were open but it was pretty obvious that he wasn't fully awake.

"Chuck?"