Hey! Thanks so much for the reviews, it means a lot. Sorry about last time, there was supposed to be asterisks separating Dan and Blair's viewpoint. They will be separated this time!
The sun was bright, yet not too bright so they couldn't enjoy the day. The architecture of Rome was stunning, and the people were so... Italian.
Dan eyed all the people in the streets as he wandered down the cobblestones, hand-in-hand with Blair, and he wondered if life could get any better than this.
Blair sighed next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "So," she started, bringing her dark brown almond shaped eyes to look at him, "where to next?"
Dan smiled. "I have a surprise for you."
They turned a corner into an alleyway and right there was a Vespa, bright red, with two helmets.
"Dan! Wow!" Blair ran over to the bike and got on it, grinning. "This is amazing!"
"You're amazing," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
She smiled, and looked at her feet. "Dan..."
"I love you Blair, I have for almost two years now," Dan said sweetly, cupping her face in his hands.
Blair responded with a kiss.
"I love you too, Dan," and Blair realised that she did.
They drove off on the Vespa.
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Blair made her way out of the ladies room and saw Dan sitting on the sofa.
"Hi, Da– Humphrey," she corrected herself. "What are you doing here?"
"Blair," Dan started slowly, "It's been a long time."
Blair looked at the interesting lamp on the side of the sofa he was sitting on. She liked the décor. Very high taste. She looked at her feet.
"Indeed it has. May I ask why you waited here for me?"
"What, like I waited for you last time?"
Blair looked uncomfortable. "I need to get back to Serena."
Dan was up like a shot, grabbing her arm. "Blair,"
"Dan, let go."
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Blair surveyed her new hotel room. Pristine, just as she liked it. She sat on the bed awkwardly, thinking of her encounter with Dan. She shook her head and pulled out her laptop.
GG Blast: Lonely Boy and Queen B spotted leaving the same restaurant. Is an old flame reigniting?
She sighed and shut it again. She picked up her phone. No messages. Not even from Serena? Wow.
She lay on her bed and closed her eyes.
Two minutes later, her eyes snapped open and she picked up the phone.
"Blair?" The cool voice answered.
"Chuck, hey," she said, her tone neutral.
"Darling, I'm still in Switzerland, and it's three in the morning. I'm about to get to bed, I have a long flight today."
"Are you not even going to apologize?"
"Goodnight Blair."
Blair threw the phone down on her bed in frustration.
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Dan grinned, picked up his phone, and dialled Rose's number once more.
"Dan?"
"Rose! Hey! Guess what?"
"You grew a moustache?"
"Wrong! I got you a plane ticket to New York!"
"Shut up!" she screamed.
Dan laughed. Why was he so hung up on Blair when he had Rose?
"Pack your bags, the flight leaves in 5 hours."
"Thank you so much Dan! Ahhh!" She made a kissing noise and the line went dead.
He chuckled and put his phone in his pocket. He was glad Rose was coming over here. The perfect distraction.
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Blair arrived on time to pick Chuck up from the airport. He leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head to the side. He smelt of cologne and whiskey.
"Why so cold Blair?"
Blair didn't answer, just took his hand and started walking.
They reached the limo and sat in silence the entire journey back to the Empire.
"So Blair," Chuck drawled, "How has the past couple of days been in New York? I have missed having you in Switzerland. It has been one of the–" –he took her hand– "best years of my life."
Blair smiled reluctantly and continued to stare out the window.
"I saw you and Brooklyn on Gossip Girl."
Blair turned her head reluctantly. If looks could kill, she thought.
"Does it matter? Me and Dan were in the same restaurant. I didn't speak to him, I haven't for over a year, ever since Italy."
Chuck smiled. He looks like a cheshire cat.
"Italy was... pretty special." He gave her a smoldering look.
"Mmm."
There was silence.
"I think we're avoiding something," she finally spoke.
"And what would that be?"
"You know what."
Chuck looked at her with a puzzling expression.
"You," Blair continued, raising her eyebrows, "cheated on me in Switzerland. With a hooker that you paid for."
"That was business, sweetie, she was only a business client..."
"I gave up everything for you."
"Blair. I'm Chuck Bass, and I love you."
"Those are empty words, Chuck. Empty words."
He drained his glass.
Blair gazed back out of the window.
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"Rose!" Dan picked Rose up, span her and kissed her.
She was giggling when he finally put her down. "You're so embarrassing, you twat."
Dan laughed.
They walked hand in hand, and hailed a cab. They got in, smiling.
"I've never been to New York before," Rose mused, her head on Dan's shoulder.
"You'll love it. My loft is in Brooklyn."
"Is that near Times Square?"
Dan laughed. "No, close, but no."
His phone beeped. It was Serena.
He stared at it, puzzled. When was the last time he had heard from her? What could she want now?
D,
There's a party at my place at the Palace, celebrating mine and Nate's engagement. I'd love it if you'd be able to come, Rufus said you were back in the city.
Always,
S xo
"Ooh, a kiss and a hug!" Rose teased.
"Haha, but Serena's just a friend. In fact, I'm not even sure she's that anymore."
He text back. Sounds good. Can I bring a plus one?
He kissed the top of Rose's head as they zoomed into the city.
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"Dan! No! Stop!" Blair was practically wheezing as Dan tickled her to death. They were in the hotel room.
Blair's phone beeped. "Stop! I have to get my phone," she laughed, as she made her way over to the dresser to get it.
"Alright, but I will get you Waldorf."
Blair, the text read.
I'm in Italy. I have a surprise. Meet me at the Trevi Fountain at 3.30.
C
Blair looked at the clock. It was 3:20.
"I have to go... shop."
"Now? Really? Okay, let me come with you–"
"–no!" Blair interrupted, standing up quickly. "I'm shopping for... you. Wait for me."
"Always," Dan smiled.