A/N: So I really like Dan/Blair pairing so I decided to devote this oneshot entirely to them hope you guys enjoy.

Maybe I should Hate you

Dan's world shattered. All there was for him was Blair. Blair's chocolate curls clutched tightly within his white knuckled fists, her petite lips shinning like a cherry wrapped around him, her eyes right before he came, dark with desire and power. Before he could put himself together her mouth was gone and so were her curls, she was standing beside him fixing herself in the mirror, looking as if she hadn't just gave him the best orgasm of his life.

"Wow Blair…"

"Don't Humphrey." She didn't even look at him. Quickly he attempted to at least make himself somewhat presentable.

"But…"

"Look this was just some fun okay. It could have been anyone." He wanted to tell her it didn't matter because it wasn't anyone it was him. Finally she dubbed herself perfect and looked at him.

"Don't forget to zip." She tapped his hip with a smirk and left him.

He spots her standing across the room with a tall blonde. Nate Archibald 2.0 he thinks snidely. He's sure that Blair is doing this to him on purpose. Avoiding eye contact, giving the pretty boy all her attention. He hates her. Hate himself. Because it's been three weeks and despite all his effort her eyes and cherry red lips haunt him.

Tonight was going to be the night where he confronted her. Made her see that he was more than just a one time thing. It was an upper east side event his step-mother was throwing, so she was sure to be there. He had a plan, or at least something that resembled one. But that came crashing down the moment she entered with what he was sure was Nate's long lost twin brother.

He's ready to call it a night and head off back to the Brooklyn loft where he can drown his sorrows in cheap beer when suddenly he's being pushed into a dark room.

"Humphrey, you could rule an empire if you didn't have the urge to be in Brooklyn every five seconds." She smirks and before he can retort or even open his mouth, her lips are on his. She is an aggressive kisser, and despite the fact that this is the first kiss there's no softness about it. His hand wraps around her waist pulling her as close as possible while the other reaches for her hair. Finally he clutches her curls and holds them like a prize.

As quick as it happened, it's over. She's pushing him away leaving him dazed. She smirks at him, looking him in the eyes, before wiping his lips.

"Sorry Humphrey but red looks better on me." Her smirk turns into a smile just for second before she runs off. Again. Leaving him to contemplate if maybe Blair Waldorf wasn't pure evil.

Apparently it's a thing now. He could be walking down a hall in school or walking to get a drink at a Upper East Side party and he'll be pulled into a room. She'll attack him, let his hands roam her body, wrap her thighs around his waist, have his hand bury themselves in her hair, and she'll always win. Always leave him. Always be on someone else's arm. Leaving him only to pull himself together and try and act coherent afterwards.

"Humphrey…" She sighs as his hands disappear under her school skirt. It's lunch time and he's sure that the janitors closet isn't the place to be. But Blair's there, so maybe it is.

"Blair…" He wants to tell her he hates her, wants her, probably loves her. But he can't, probably wouldn't make a difference, would make her run away faster so he clutches onto her hoping to make her lose her mind. Hopes he can make her feel like he feels.

Afterwards she stays only to adjust her skirt and fix her make up but it's more than usual so Dan uses it to his advantage. He pulls her by her elbow and slams his mouth onto her. Forcing her lips open, forcing her to open for him, and it's like exploring Pandora's Box because he's sure the worlds about to crumble, because Dan Humphrey is winning a battle against Blair Waldorf.

When he pulls away and turns to leave, he's sure the world has turned upside down.

It's a different kind of thing now. Dan's allowed to be in Blair's room, Blair can and will text him to meet her. He's no longer the prey and she's not the predator. But it's still on Blair's terms.

They talk now. Sometimes about things that are part of the foundation of their being, and sometimes about things that are just pointless.

Blair still dates but Dan is always expecting a text at the end of the night to come over, that will always come. Dan doesn't date, doesn't want anyone else. Blair probably wouldn't allow it anyways.

Blair is possessive and Dan loves it. Loves that despite all her indifference towards him, he knows that at the end Blair considers Dan hers… and soon will consider herself his.

AN: So what do you think?