A/N: So I figured I could write something else while taking a break from Head-to-Head... Just had to let this out because I've been torturing myself by not writing. So hope you like this one. I actually enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of its characters :)

Blair Waldorf woke up in a bed that's not her own. Instead of her queen size bed, she was lying down in a smaller bed her overstating mind would call a cot. Instead of her silk bedding sheets, cotton sheets grazed her soft skin. She reached for the night table to find her phone. Instead, she found a picture frame of Jenny and Rufus Humphrey.

One day, Blair Waldorf woke up in a bed that's not her own. She woke up in Dan Humphrey's bed.

Dan Humphrey was sprawled in his living room couch. He was immediately woken up when a pillow hit his face hard. Girly screams and curses came with each blow of the pillow. Hard brick words with a not-so-hard weapon. Only Blair Waldorf can pull this off, he thought. His arms instinctively rose to block the succeeding blows she kept making.

"You. Are. A. Horrible. Person! How dare you take advantage of me when I'm weak?" Her blows kept on coming, most of which hit him on the shoulders and forearms.

"You throw like a little girl, Waldorf!" He tried to move away from her but she followed, hitting other items in the loft off of their respective places. In one quick move, he came around her, ran into his bedroom and locked himself in. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Blair." He shouted through the door.

"I woke up in your ugly bed, Cabbage Patch. Don't tell me I slept there voluntarily." She shouted back before sighing in frustration. She slid down the door and unto the floor as she tried to remember the events of the night before. "Plus you're in your stupid boxers… that have ducks on it. And you're shirtless, OMG." He could almost feel her roll her eyes as she described his choice of underwear.

"You fell asleep after we watched The Philadelphia Story, Blair. Nothing happened! I just moved you to my bed… I figured it's more comfortable than my shoulder. Plus you drool." Blair listened as he explained the situation to her. She remembered watching a movie after a long and stressful day at W. She recalled how after losing her job, Dan Humphrey was the first person she could think of confiding in. True to his nature, he offered her support that she truly needed from a friend. She nodded to herself as she remembered falling asleep. Right, she thought, nothing happened.

"Explain why you're wearing boxers then. They're horrendous, Humphrey." She couldn't help but think more about his figure than the boxers he was wearing. Sure, the boxers were really ugly, but his abs are of more than acceptable appearance. And she can't believe she's thinking that.

"I sleep better wearing them, OK?" He leans towards the door and listens for any noise she could be making. There was none. He sighed as he made his way to his closet to change into more appropriate clothing for guys who have female friends over. "Look, Blair. I'm in more decent clothes now. Can I come out and be sure that it's safe?" He held on to the door knob, waiting for her answer.

"Yes... You can come out now." She said very faintly, Dan wasn't sure he heard right. He turned the knob and opened the door, trying to spot Blair. As soon as he stepped out, she hit him with the pillow for the last time that day. Straight in the face. She dropped the pillow and grinned at him before leaving the loft.

…

"Not a chance." Her voice was full of conviction. It was one of her primary goals to assert her authority over Dan; though she doesn't actually mind if he does get his way sometimes. That doesn't mean she's going to give it to him easy. She doesn't try to stop smiling as she waited for his answer. Phone conversations are always easier to manipulate.

"Come on, Blair. I had to endure your ballerinas. At the very least, you're going to find the Beuys exhibit interesting. If you're not available, I guess I could ask Katie to come with me." He tried to reason out with her, with no expectations whatsoever. If he was going to be honest with himself, Blair is the only person who could carry out a decent conversation about art. Well maybe he was expecting a little.

"There is no way she can debate with you like I can." Her voice was soft, asking for affirmation. Feeling a little overprotective of his connection with Dan, she subjected her irritation to Katie instead. She wasn't going to allow another person to take her place. Or another girl. She wondered what's wrong with her.

"Not even the slightest bit!" He told her, feigning disbelief.

"I'm not surprised." She answered back, feeling a little bit too happy with the information. "You are to come here on the day of the exhibit. We are going to discuss field trip procedures." She forced herself to sound superior again.

"Yes Ma'am, it's a date." He said just as she hung up.

…

"I don't want to not be your 'not friend'." He kept talking to her voicemail – blabbing senseless things he knew she could not care less about. But she was ignoring him. I shouldn't have kissed her and then I want to kiss her again and then all I want to do is kiss her. He wondered if he's on crack. "I miss my movie-slash-museum buddy, please pick up." She didn't. So the cycle continued.

He saw her with a tall, very good looking guy while he was walking down the road, leaving yet another one of his pathetic I-miss-my-friend voice mails. She saw him staring at her and looked away. There was a big possibility she didn't listen to any of his messages. Or maybe she was busy with the new guy. Or maybe she didn't care. The possibilities were endless. But it all had one effect.

"So, uh… I just saw you with a guy. That's great, you're dating? Guess I have to find a girlfriend who will fit the bill and we could uh… double date or something to that effect." He ended what he decided was the last of his voice messages. There was a feeling in his chest. It felt like sadness.

…

She came into his loft unannounced. Dan was lying still in his bed, in deep slumber, after a long night of inspired writing. In an attempt to wake him up, she pulled the pillow from under his head and whacked him repeatedly.

"What the fuck? Blair, are you trying to kill me?" He was suddenly awake, recognizing the violent pillow whacking as Blair's signature weapon of choice.

"No. I was just trying to wake you up. Stop exaggerating." She looked at him innocently. His hair was all over the place and he looked like he was terribly frazzled. She sat on the edge of the bed, still clutching his pillow. Her eyes searched his as both of them tried to come up with sentences that are actually coherent.

"Why are you here, Blair?"

"We are going to stage an intimate moment for Louis' royal handler. He needs to believe that I'm in a deep and serious and… intimate relationship with someone that's not Louis." She handed him the pillow back and he set it on her lap before laying his head back on it. Her eyes were set on him lying down with his head on her lap. She patted his head awkwardly.

"As you wish." He whispered before falling back to sleep.

…

The incessant ringing of his phone woke him up. Looking at his clock, he found that it's exactly the time of day when it's actually rude to call someone who's probably sleeping. It's 2:30 AM. But Blair Waldorf didn't need an excuse to call him at any time of the day. She summoned, he answered. That's the way it's been for the past months. Dan would be lying to himself if he said he didn't actually like it.

"What have I done to deserve this kind of punishment?" He asked her exasperatedly.

"I have some news." She told him like it's a fact that he shouldn't dare question.

"That could not wait until an appropriate time in the morning. Wonderful. What is it?" She let out a small smile as she listened to his early morning grumpiness.

"I'm getting married." He hung up and didn't call back.

She stormed into the loft 30 minutes after and found him at the kitchen counter, staring blankly into space. He turned to look at her and found the cut on her cheek. He extended his arm and took her to his bedroom.

"What happened to that?" He asked as he walked to the bathroom for his first aid kit. She sat on his bed, hugging his pillow. "Let me see." He walked over to her and lifted her chin a little to see the wound. They stayed silent as he cleaned her wound.

"You're good at this." She whispered, completely aware of how close his face is.

"Milo had little boo boos, too." His eyes found hers, giving her a look of understanding. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before heading towards the door. "I'll sleep on the couch. And… congratulations." He said before closing the door behind him.

…

They were all over the news: Blair Waldorf and Louis Grimaldi. The press was going gaga over the couple of the year. They were almost everywhere: charity events, elite parties and royal engagements. Photos of them were splashed in all the papers. The next Will and Kate, they were called. The royal couple of Monaco: happy and going strong.

"Ah. I see you've taken getting over her to a whole new level. The facts won't change if you just stare at the pictures." Eric found Dan staring at a photo gallery of Blair and Louis. He took the cup of coffee Dan was holding and cringed after he took a sip. "That's awful." He took another sip before placing it on the table.

"That's because that's yesterday's coffee." Dan answered without a hint of shame. Eric eyed him with a shocked look and shook his head at the revelation.

"You have to do something about Blair or one day I'll be eating last month's bagels." He took a sip from Dan's coffee again before leaving. "That's really awful."

…

She received a handwritten letter while spending the summer in the palace, or castle, as Dan would put it. The amount of time she spent with Dan over the holidays familiarized her with his handwriting. He used to leave notes on post-it's on different pages of books they discussed. She found his drafts in his office one day, scribbled on coffee-aged paper. He sometimes put notes on her coffee when they took walks. Staring at the dirty white envelope labeled with "B. Waldorf", she immediately knew that it came from Dan Humphrey.

Louis was at an out-of-town meeting. One which did not require the presence of the soon-to-be princess. It was not the first time she was left behind. She was pretty sure it would constantly happen; although she tried to convince herself she didn't mind. Back in New York there was one person who was always there, no matter the time, place or circumstance. There was only one person she could be comfortable with. It surprised her how much that one person was not Serena, but rather, Dan Humphrey. The person whom she committed herself to hating the moment they met. But apparently things changed. She didn't hate him anymore and dislike is not exactly an emotion she felt towards him. Instead, she felt comfort and contentment… and happiness. Instead of missing her not-so-present fiancé, she missed Dan.

She settled herself in bed, legs crossed underneath her and her back against the headboard. She fiddled with the envelope flap, trying to decide whether or not to open it. She hasn't heard from Dan since the day she left. The only thing she knew was that he would be spending time with Eric at the Hamptons. Give forgetting about a certain person a shot. She didn't ask who was the person involved. The only reason being she was afraid she could not handle the answer. With one big sigh, she opened the envelope and pulled out the paper and read.

I write because I can't seem to get this out of my system any other way. I tried writing stories but I was uninspired. Movies were great distractions, too. I just didn't have anyone to discuss them with. I even tried dating other girls. Not like we dated. But that's beside the point.

So… you're engaged now. That's really… great, I guess. The only thing I know about your fiancé is that he's the prince of Monaco. And that we kissed to make him stay… And that you love him. You love him right? Of course you do.

I follow the news. A lot of them seem to be about you. It's funny how I still blab even on paper. Can't seem to get rid of that…

You know what I realized when I was looking at your pictures? That it actually hurts me to see you happy… with him. It actually hurts me that he could be the one you're terrorizing with your pillow attacks. It hurts that I see you everywhere. I see you in my coffee (which happened to be very stale). I see you in my books, my movies. I see you in girls wearing tights. Hell, I even see you in my duck boxers. It hurts to see you everywhere… and see you in the one place I don't want you to be – in the arms of another man.

I can never ask you to come back. I don't have the right to. Just wanted you to know… I wish you all the happiness in the world, Blair. And I love you…

It wasn't after reading that she realized she was crying. Her heart was pounding against her chest, she could almost hear it. Suddenly she felt like she had a decision to make. She cried herself to sleep that night, not knowing exactly why she was crying.

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