The finale (or anything subsequent) didn't happen. End of story. What did happen was Dan telling Blair that he fell for her at W, so how could I resist writing that! I know, I keep saying that this story is complete… I lied. I am in complete denial of season 6, and below is how Gossip Girl ended in my head. I thought I'd share it, as I think we all need an alternative ending for this atrocious series.

"Oh look! It's Georgia's baby."

Dylan chuckled to himself as he recollected Belle's undignified grunt earlier that day as she wrestled the stapler out of his hand. Accustomed to only having seen Belle dolled up at fancy events, he was pleasantly surprised to discover the inner strength she possessed –both in intellect and in will– behind the frilly dresses and 5-inch heels. Somehow, Belle always managed to surprise him.

A cleared throat brought Dylan out of his thoughts, and he realized dazedly he had reached the front of the queue and the cashier was waiting for his order.

"Err… sorry about that, can I please get the… um… the prosciutto panini please?"

"Just the one?"

"Yeah, thanks."

He thought about Belle and how in her determination and stubbornness she'd probably forget to break for lunch, and he called out to the waitress, "Sorry can you make that two actually!"

Dylan then recalled how Belle's toughness had also spurned multiple schemes against him and his loved ones, including the banishment of his little sister, Jessie Hunter.

"So two prosciutto paninis then?" The waitress repeated.

Dylan shook his head, "Sorry, just the one's fine. Sorry, ignore what I said before."

The waitress, irritation colouring her tone, clarified, "Just one, got it."

As he waited, Dylan tried to organize the conflicting thoughts jumbled in his head. On the one hand, there was the Belle Windsor who made girls cry in highschool for wearing tights as pants; who countless of times embarrassed and blackmailed him, Valerie, Jessie and supposed best friend Sabrina; who accused him of sleeping with a teacher (granted he did eventually) for her own personal gain; and above all, forced his sister to up and move her entire life for no justifiable reason.

And then there was the Belle Windsor who tried to mask a quiet sniffle for a cough whilst watching Nenette's struggle in captivity; who would vehemently insist she didn't want popcorn but end up eating half of his (he quietly started ordering a large instead of his usual medium to accommodate this); who stood in front of 'Der Kuss' for a full forty minutes at a Gustav Klimt exhibition, a strange sadness in her eyes; and, Dylan Hunter was beginning to realize, the Belle Windsor who let few people in, but when she did, she loved them fiercely and with her whole heart. And she was constantly getting hurt when they didn't love her back with the same force. Her mother, Sabrina, Claude.

The waitress handed him his panini in a brown paper bag. Dylan shot her a sheepish smile. "One more prosciutto panini, please? I'm so sorry."

Jenny sighed as she gazed out the train window, the high-rise landscape of New York fast approaching. This was her third reading of Dan's book and she still didn't get it. Dan and Blair? Seriously?

After a long time apart, Jenny was going to spend Thanksgiving in New York, and it would be her first time seeing her brother since the release of his book. Dan had called to warn her that he was with Blair now, and in the spirit of Thanksgiving –and his sanity- they should use the opportunity to bury the hatchet. Jenny reluctantly promised she'd try, and so decided to reread Inside, in an attempt to understand just exactly what her brother saw in the Queen B.

Jenny squinted over the throng of people till she finally spotted Dan's dark mop of hair. "Dan!" She squealed, running over, and throwing her arms around his neck.

"It's good to see you Jen." Dan told her, squeezing her tightly.

Jenny caught sight of Blair over Dan's shoulder, hanging back a little awkwardly, letting them have their moment. She had promised she'd try, and Jenny liked to think she had grown in Hudson away from the temptations of NYC, so she pulled out of Dan's hug, and strained a smile. "Hey Blair," she chirped, giving a little wave.

Blair seemed almost surprised to be acknowledged, "Hey Jenny," she said quickly, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Jenny thought she heard Dan breath a small sigh of relief before he picked up her bags. "Dad's busy cooking a feast, so he's sorry he couldn't pick you up himself."

"Oh I've missed Dad's notorious waffles!" Jenny quipped, puzzled to why her comment elicited such strange reactions from her two companions.

Exchanging glances, Dan teased, "Forget Dad's cooking, wait till you try Blair's "famous" cranberry sauce."

"I'd ask why you're laughing Humphrey, but then I remember that you actually enjoyed Good Luck Chuck."

"Blair, I've seen you burn macaroni and cheese. Out of a box."

"Well luckily, cranberry sauce doesn't need to be cooked then."

"I'm sure you'll still manage to find some way to mess it up."

"Have some faith in me Humphrey. If you have enough faith in Brooklyn to walk around and not expect to get stabbed, I'm sure you can expend some my way." Blair said dryly. "After all, I have enough faith that you will get over your momentary lapse in judgment with your hair." She muttered under her breath.

"Jen, what do you think of my hair, honestly?" Dan asked, turning to Jenny.

"Honestly?" Jenny eyed the black, curly mess. "It looks like you cut off Cedric's hair and glued it onto your scalp."

Blair burst out laughing as Dan looked mildly offended. He tugged at a curl, murmuring, "Is it really that bad?"

"I always knew you had taste Little J. Now if you could only pass some of that on to your brother, the man who thinks you can wear flannel and still be respected anywhere other than a cornfield…"

"I'd be more inclined to believe you Blair, if only I weren't missing half my wardrobe—"

Jenny hadn't really believed it until now. As the two walked ahead, bickering away, laughing, touching. She shook her head in amazement and quickly followed.

"As much of a tight fit as it is, we decided to celebrate Thanksgiving at the loft this year Jen, in honour of your homecoming." Dan told her, as he lugged her suitcase up the stairwell.

"Oooh lucky us." Blair quipped, with a teasing smile.

Jenny smiled. "You guys didn't have to do that."

"It's your home here in Manhattan. Of course we did."

"Who else is coming exactly?" Jenny asked, slightly wary as she pushed open the doors to the loft.

"Jen!" Rufus engulfed her in a hug. "It's so good to have you home."

"Welcome home Jennifer." Lily said, hugging her in turn.

"Wow dad, you really aren't holding back this year." Jenny commented eyeing the spread of food. "I think we can afford to feed a small army with our leftovers alone. How can I help?"

"Actually I think we're good here Jen. The turkey's in the oven. Dan's on the mash."

Blair cleared her throat pointedly.

"And of course we can't forget Blair with the highly important task of producing the cranberry sauce." Rufus added quickly, laughing. "To make this a true Humphrey Thanksgiving I just need to whip up some waffles and we're done." He gave a sidelong glance at Dan and Blair across the counter, and shuffled along to Jenny. "I can't for the life of me figure out why those two always smile and blush at the mention of waffles…"

Jenny shrugged. "Beats me. I can't for the life of me figure out why those two?"

Rufus laughed. "Yeah. Most of us thought the same at first Jen. You'll come around."

"Don't tell me you actually approve dad?"

"I think she's really good for him Jen. He's less weighed down by his judgments and qualms. When he's with her, he's a lot brighter." Rufus placed an arm around her shoulders. "Try not to hold on to your reservations for too long Jen, because even though your brother would never admit it, what you think matters to him. And I think Blair makes him very happy."

"Happy Thanksgiving everyone!" A chipper voice called out, as Serena Van Der Woodsen strolled through the doors.

"Happy Thanksgiving S." Blair and Serena embraced.

Jenny wondered if Serena had also offered her blessing as easily and willingly as their father.

"No Nate?" Blair asked Serena.

"Hey I am a strong, independent woman now B, working a fabulous PR job, who does not constantly need to be validated by the presence of her man." Serena paused. "…Plus, Nate is spending Thanksgiving with his parents." They both laughed.

Jenny felt a little awkward, cringing at the part she played in Serena and Nate's history. But when Serena caught sight of her, she smiled warmly. "Happy Thanksgiving Jenny!" She waved.

"Happy Thanksgiving Serena." She called out in return, relieved that Serena wasn't the type to hold a grudge. As Jenny left to unpack her things, she was caught by surprise to find that her wardrobe was already full with dresses and skirts that didn't belong to her. "Have you guys been renting out my room?" She asked the occupants of the living room, "My wardrobe is packed."

"Sorry Jenny, I completely forgot, your brother's closet consists of like one sock drawer, so I had to put some of my stuff in your room." Blair said apologetically.

Jenny narrowed her eyes. Of course, she thought wryly, because Queen Blair must dominate every space she steps foot it, surrounded by all her extravagance. Even as she now properly surveyed the loft, she could pick out all of Blair's touches on the apartment. A scented candle here, a throw-rug there.

"I can clear some of it out now?" Blair offered.

"That would be great." Jenny forced a smile.

Jenny belatedly realized that this meant the two of them would be alone in her room and wished she had just decided to live out of her suitcase. She sat at the end of her single bed, watching while Blair folded some of her skirts. After sitting in a moment's silence, Blair finally piped up, "So it must've come as a shock to you, Dan and I."

"You know, just a tad." Jenny couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

"Trust me, no one was as surprised by it as me."

Jenny sighed. "So how did it happen? Because last I read, Inside ended as an unrequited love story." Jenny paused, not sure if she should continue. But she wanted to protect Dan, and her resolve made her ask, "And besides, what about you and Chuck? Isn't it always going to be you two in the end? Because if it is, do not treat my brother as another footnote in your love story. Another obstacle you two need to overcome. I've been there, but Dan deserves better."

Blair stopped folding to join Jenny on the end of the bed. She looked up at her. "Chuck is in Boston making a name for himself without his family's legacy and history weighing him down. He realized he did not want to inherit anything his father had to give, and that as long as he stayed in Manhattan, he would never escape his father's ugly influence and reach. And it's been good for him. He's becoming the man I always knew he could be. And that's how I know Jenny. Because now, it isn't that Chuck and I can't be together, or that we need to let each other grow. Now there is nothing in our way. Except that I don't want to be him. I want to be with your brother. I love Dan." Blair stopped. "Wow, that's the first time I've ever said that. I love Dan." She repeated to herself, with a sort of wondrous amazement.

Jenny felt like an awkward intruder on Blair's private moment, but appreciated the sincerity and softness she was seeing in this side of Blair she had never experienced before. Blair turned to Jenny. "Jenny, I'm sorry. For everything that happened with you, Chuck and I. I know this apology is long overdue, but it needs to be said. No one should ever have to call themselves 'an obstacle' that needed to be overcome. I'm sorry that I ever made you feel that way; that I threw you out of your own home, when it was never your fault to begin with. I just so wanted to believe in Chuck and I, that I would always find someone or something else to blame for our not being together. When it was really just Chuck and I all along. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that."

Jenny couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. Sure, she had moved past that incident -she even had a steady boyfriend now- but there is a small burden you cradle near your heart at being called someone else's mistake, that is hard to let go of. "Thank you Blair. I really appreciate that." And she meant it.

When they were done –they spent the rest of the time talking fashion, in particular, mocking Dan's poor fashion choices- they rejoined the family outside, setting the table, and welcoming Eleanor and Cyrus.

"Thank you for hosting us Lily." Eleanor said between air kisses.

"Of course Eleanor! You have always welcomed us to your home for Thanksgiving, even before Blair and Daniel started dating, it is about time we repaid the favour." Lily said graciously.

"Blair, I appreciate the glowing review on Elle Magazine's website, although, and I quote, 'the few misses there were in the Waldorf Design collection were almost always the result of some excessive gesture; a too-wide collar or an overpuffed sleeve,' Eleanor raised an eyebrow pointedly.

"Mother, you know I've always appreciated your designs, but I can't be completely biased." Blair defended.

"Yes well, after your scathing column on Alexander McQueen's fall line, I suppose I got off easy." Eleanor sniffed, presenting her with a box. "This came for you from your father along with his regards from France."

"Pie!" Blair squealed in excitement.

"How on earth do you get pie sent over from France?" Dan asked incredulously.

"Oh how I missed the Upper East Side." Jenny muttered and everyone laughed.

After they all gave their thanks, and ate and laughed till their belly's ached, it was time for everyone to retire. Jenny lay down on her old childhood bed, soaking the day in. She heard Blair and Dan enter his room, and realized with an inward groan that the garage door that separated them was slightly open.

"Now, I don't know if you remember, but this is somewhat of an anniversary for you and I." Dan could be heard saying.

Blair grinned. "Of course I remember Humphrey. I do keep a diary you know. I even brought something for the occasion."

Dan looked at her in amazement as she held out a bag. He opened it cautiously and chuckled. "A Cabbage Patch kid, really Blair?"

"Not just any Cabbage Patch kid, my Cabbage Patch kid. Her name is Claire. And she isn't for you Humphrey, she is for Cedric. After all, its Cedric and my anniversary for the first time we met. Thanksgiving of 2007." She teased, delighted.

Dan laughed, "Thank you Blair, well, Cedric thanks you actually. He'd been feeling a little lonely what with you taking up all my time now." He kissed her softly. "But I wasn't actually talking about that anniversary, as special and memorable as it is."

Blair smiled, "What other Thanksgiving anniversaries do we share?"

"The first time we spoke for one. Well, you spoke. I didn't get a word in edgewise, as per usual."

Blair looked at him curiously. "When was this?"

"Thanksgiving of 2006. The first words you ever spoke to me—"

"Let me guess, that coat looks like the kind homeless men in the park sleep on?"

He chuckled. "No, I believe your exact words were, 'keep your hands off of her!' You sure know which words tug at my heartstrings Blair Waldorf."

Blair laughed, racking her memory. "I'm trying to remember. Did it have something to do with Serena?"

Dan cupped her face. "You were wearing a checkered coat, and a green headband. Your hair was shorter," He touched her collarbone, "about this length, and it was the first time I experienced Blair Waldorf's infamous withering glares." He paused, searching her eyes, "And even though I resented you in that moment, I distinctly remember admiring how fiercely you protected your friends. I guess some things don't ever change."

"I love you." Blair blurted out.

Dan pulled away slightly. "What?"

"I love you." Blair breathed. "I know you've said it ages ago, and you've waited so patiently for me to be ready to say it to you. I just wanted to make sure that the next person I said it to, would be the last to hear it. And—"

Dan stopped her. "For someone who always calls me 'hyper-verbal', it's funny how I can barely ever get a word in." He kissed her deeply, leaning his forehead on hers. "I love you too."

Blair giggled, "Do you have room for one more waffle?"

"I think I may."

Jenny left her room with a book in tow. She didn't think she'd enlighten her dad to just what waffles meant to Blair and Dan.

Author's Note: The End. Again. I hope you all enjoyed my version of how Gossip Girl ends! I know that Jenny and Blair's scene may have seemed slightly OOC, but I think it really needed to be said. While Jenny is certainly no angel (I can barely stand her character to be honest), what Blair did to Jenny at the end of season 3 was just plain wrong and I really wanted to address that. Again, SEASON 6 DOES NOT EXIST. I am shocked and appalled at how much character deterioration there is, how repetitive the plots are, and how lazy the writing has become, regardless of any endgames. Would love to hear what you all think! I could use a Gossip Girl ranting partner…

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