"What are you doing?"

He winced at her shrill voice, but turned and gave her a charming look. "What is it now, Blair?"

She approached and snatched the shirt out of his hand. "Really? Eric is going to propose in this shirt? I don't think so."

"There's nothing wrong with it," he protested, reaching for it. She swatted his hand away.

"I don't know what he was thinking, asking you to do this," she grumbled as she pushed him aside. "And thank god I had seen this trainwreck coming." She paused and turned to him disapprovingly. "You know I'm taking my lunch break to help you right?"

He rolled his eyes. "Enough with the dramatics, okay? I promise I'll take you out to lunch tomorrow."

She wrinkled her nose as she went through the shirts in the rack. "Knowing you, you'll take me out to that gross, hipster Vietnamese place in Brooklyn."

"I know you like Vietnamese noodles," he said pointedly. "Don't try to pretend that you don't love that place."

"Fine," she mumbled, pulling out three shirts and thrusting them into his arms. "Go try these on."

"They're not in Eric's size," he frowned.

"Humphrey, if I have to stand here any longer with what you're wearing right now people are going to think that I'm standing here with," she gestured with her hand in a circular motion towards his body, "this."

He gave her a look. "This is because you're wearing a headband today, isn't it? Headbands always make you feel like you're better than everyone else."

"I know, that's why I wear them."

While he grudgingly disappeared into the dressing room, she sighed and once again looked through the racks until she found a gorgeous deep, sea blue dress shirt for Eric. Whipping out her phone, she texted Serena until Dan emerged with two shirts in his hand. "You're going to buy these for me, aren't you?"

"Of course," she said briskly, taking them from his hand and walking to the register.

"You're insane," he hissed, grabbing the price tags. "Those shirts are like three hundred dollars each."

"It's the price you pay for Armani," she chided. "Come on now, these are classic shirts. You'll get more use out of them, starting with Eric's wedding. They're nice, Humphrey."

"You're insane."

He knew that she would get her way, and she knew it too. "It's an investment," she said protested airily, whipping out her credit card.

He sighed with relief now that he was finally outside. He was finally free from the ordeal of shopping with her, even though he secretly didn't mind. It was strangely enjoyable watching her make her presence known in every store. Probably because he could never do the things she did, being demanding and so…prissy when she didn't get her way.

"What are you looking at?" she asked suspiciously. "Do I have something on my face? Oh god, did a bird poop on me?"

"You look fine," he answered. "Good, even."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She paused to check her watch. "Okay, I have to go now."

She leaned in slightly and within seconds he was kissing her. She sighed happily as his free hand ran up her back and tangled itself through her hair. She could feel him slightly smirking as he deepened the kiss, gently pulling her neck closer to him. As they pulled away, Blair was panting. He always left her breathless, and he knew it too.

"Goodbye Humphrey," she said firmly after she caught her breath. She slowly detached herself from him.

He raised her hand and kissed it while giving her a genuinely happy smile. "Goodbye, Humphrey."

A/N: I hope you all liked it! I knew I had to do something cute and fluffy after watching the Blair/Dan scenes on Youtube and I can't believe the next episode will be on in APRIL.