The moonlight pierced the window and dispersed softly across her face. How is it that the light seems to catch her so perfectly every time? And why does she wear such a melancholic expression all the time? She sat there with Ana as the baby girl idly held herself up by leaning on the cold surface of the window. She was fascinated by it, as though she was being suspended in the sky. Blair kept an idle eye on Ana. But her mind was elsewhere.

It didn't take long for her to notice Dan standing by the table in the middle of the foyer. He smiled his awkward smile at her as her glance met his gaze. She was glad to see him. How was that even possible? She tried not to think about it all that much. All she knew was that she was happy and she had been learning to trust happiness again, it wasn't an easy thing to try to relearn. Not after all that had happened to her.

He sat himself down on the carpeted ground in front of Blair and Ana. Blair sat on the reading chair by the window as she held kept a watchful eye on Ana. Her expression didn't change. Had she even lost to motivating to simply smile?

"Still up?" Dan asked.

"I don't need you checking up on me." Blair retorted.

"Really?" Dan asked. "It's midnight and you're keeping Ana up to hang out with you?"

"She was awake anyways." Blair said in a pouty voice. She reached over and hugged and nuzzled Anna. She gave her a kiss to the forehead. "She's the only one who still loves me."

Dan smiled. She was awfully cute when she was miserable.

Dan got up and stretched. He then reached over and scooped Ana out of Blair's embrace. He did it so casually, so confidently. Blair had always wanted a prince. Perfectly gallant and chivalrous, Blair had spent so much time trying to mold Chuck into that person. She thought she had been succeeding. She truly thought she was.

But Dan, Dan didn't need molding. Dan was perfectly chivalrous all on his own. There wasn't a second thought, a motivation, an ulterior motive to him; he simply was who he was. It just so happened to be the kind of guy Blair had always wanted but felt too ashamed to admit. They say a princess deserves her prince.

She was still in the middle of trying to become a princess.

Was she ready for this? Was she ready to fall in love with a guy who up until now had been in love with her best friend? Was all of this worth it? Was Serena worth it? Was her social standing worth it? For a prince… maybe it was.

She watched from the hallway as inside the dark room Dan laid Ana down in her crib. When did this become routine? When did watching Dan and Ana become the best part of her day? She wondered as she watched from a doorway, as if staring into the future, a man putting a child to sleep. She never realized how much she wanted this.

She heard him speak in a whisper.

"Good job today." Dan whispered to Ana as she slowly started to close her eyes. "You're good with Blair. You're very patient with her. And I know that's not easy sometimes."

Blair smiled.

"But she's your big sister and she loves you so much. She'd do anything for your mother and you." Dan continued. "You're a very lucky girl Ana."

He paused. She watched as the moonlight came in through the window of Ana's nursery and illuminated his back as he arched over to kiss Ana goodnight.

"She's just scared right now." Dan whispered to the sleeping Ana. "Thank you for taking care of her."

He turned around. Blair made no attempt at hiding her espionage. All she did was smile at him. He had never seen that smile before. Blair had never made it before. It was a new kind of happiness. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it just yet.

"I've never seen this side of you before Humphrey." Blair commented in a gleeful tone.

"I know, you've mentioned." Dan replied hesitantly.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way." Blair replied simply.

They sat and they talked. As they had done before, as they had done for countless nights in the last few months. It felt natural, it felt right. How beautiful the night is when he could share it with this amazing woman. And even though their kiss had ended with their decision to remain platonic he was not disappointed. He was still glad that he could have this time with her.

She observed, as his lips moved and the words flowed. She listened, as the ever present breath of New York city life rang faintly from outside the window, to the conversation. She replied almost without thought. This moment, as the cool atmosphere of the spring permeated into the house and the warmth of their tea and the chandelier in the foyer clashed in silent battle, she felt calm. She felt happy. She thought at least. But this was not the happiness she knew with Chuck. Or maybe she just didn't know what happiness was. All this time she had thought it the heat of passion when she was playing her games with Chuck or that it was the cold of the spring night when he was wallowing in the painful memory of his father.

But maybe happiness was somewhere else; maybe it was in the comfort of a warm glow that sat in the middle of passion and crippling loneliness. Maybe it was something that her and Chuck never had; security.

She had never loved danger. But it had been so common place in her relationships that she did not know how to function without it. But now, in the safety of a warm conversation with a friend, she had no danger, she had nothing to be afraid of, nothing to lose and everything to keep.

The question is, would she keep it?

"You know what I think?" Dan said in a loud gestural voice snapping Blair out of her train of thoughts. "I think… that you have more love than you let on."

Blair didn't say anything, she waited for him to finish.

"One day, you're gonna find someone that you can give your whole being to. It's who you are. It's what makes you so special." Dan said. "Just like you did for Chuck. But unlike Chuck, he's not going to squander it. He'll never take you for granted."

"You sure about that?" Blair asked calmly.

"No." Dan answered plainly. "But I have faith. And you should too. And as I said earlier tonight, you'll find your prince."

And with that Dan stood up walked over and kissed Blair on the forehead and left. She sat there holding onto the moment as if it were truly possible. What was she holding onto? What a difference a night makes. In the morning she had thought that she wanted to be with Chuck. To fall in love again. But what a difference a night makes. Now sitting by herself with Dan just moments gone, she felt the stinging of loneliness again.

She noticed on the ground a plain black notebook. Dan must've dropped it on his way out. She picked it up off the ground and sat back into her chair. In the dark she found the switch to the lamp beside her. The light poured over the pages of the notebook. Blair flipped through it only to notice it was mostly blank. She felt the texture of the notebook in her hand. It was stick and unused, this was a new notebook.

She finally just opened to the first page. There were only two lines.

He has to truly love love.
Before he can truly love you.

He wrote it for her. He meant to drop it. He meant to tell her what she wasn't willing to hear him say. Chuck has to want to love before he would ever truly love her. She had always known this; it was just his way of telling her the truth she didn't want to admit.

There was moment from the elevator. A man came in with a golden box. He was dressed in a black tux and tie. He said nothing put the box down on the table and smiled at her as she walked away.

Blair jumped up and ran over to the box. She looked over at the elevator but the man had already gone. She took the lid off the box and found her old Vivier with a note on top. It simply read:

Louis.

There was a pause. She took the moment to reflect. A prince… that's exactly what she wanted. Wasn't it?