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28 February 2011 @ 07:02 pm
Fic: Secrets (Gossip Girl, Dan/Blair)  
Another Dan/Blair fic thing. Takes place at some unspecified point in the future.

"You do know you're not fooling anyone, right?" Eric asked Dan after seeing the way Dan and Blair had pointedly avoided each other at the party. "Well, okay, you're fooling almost everyone, but not me."

"I... have no clue what you're talking about..." Dan began slowly.

Eric rolled his eyes and grabbed Dan's arm to pull him into a quieter area. "Either you and Blair are really pissed and giving each other the silent treatment to avoid a scene, which let's face it, you and Blair are not known for, or you're trying to keep anyone from realizing the two of you have some sort of relationship. My money's on the latter, since I caught a few exchanged glances that were neither hatred or disgust."

"You can't tell anyone," Dan said. "Neither of us want to deal with the fallout right now."

"I won't tell," Eric promised. "But someone else could see the same thing I did and put it together. And the fallout from Serena will definitely be worse if she doesn't hear it from you guys."

"You make a good point," Dan said, frowning as his phone rang. He pulled it out to see a text from Blair.

S playing matchmaker, need escape. Fight then loft?

Dan hesitated then text back, Coming Dear knowing she would recognize the sarcasm behind the endearment and it would make her smile. "We'll come clean. Soon. Eventually."

"For what it's worth? I think this is a good thing," Eric said.

"Thanks," Dan said. "See you later, alright?"

"See you later."

Dan headed back into the party immediately spotting Blair and her false smile as she listened to some suave looking guy tell her what was probably an incredibly boring story, Serena encouraging him every time he seemed to falter. Dan caught Blair's eye and raised an eyebrow before schooling his face into a look of annoyance and quickly crossing the room to interrupt. "Seriously, Blair? It's a party, being thrown by your mom, and you have to text me with a demand that I rewrite?"

Blair scoffed. "Well, it's not as though I can actually submit that mess you put on my desk yesterday, now can I?" she replied. "If you want it in the next edition, I need a rewrite that is actually worthy of the magazine on my desk by six am."

"Blair..." Serena began.

"There's nothing wrong with my article!" Dan said.

"Oh, Humphrey, more like there's nothing right with it," Blair said. "You have some slim thread of talent, so I expected much better than that amateur high school book report you submitted. So let me repeat, if you want to see your name in print? You will rewrite and have it on my desk by six am.."

"If you can socialize, so can I," Dan said.

"You? Socialize?" Blair said, scoffing.

"What makes you such a raging bitch, Blair?" Dan asked.

"Brooklynites who think they're my equal," Blair replied, realizing as soon as she said it that she might have crossed a line as, for a moment, hurt flashed in Dan's eyes. "Ugh, I need to go," she said.

"Blair!" Serena protested.

"I have to figure out an alternative when Humphrey fails to provide a decent article," Blair said, turning and storming out.

"She is unbelievable," Dan said, heading after her.

"Where are you going?" Serena asked.

"I gotta rewrite the article," Dan called back over his shoulder.


Dan wasn't surprised that when he walked into the loft, Blair was already there, looking contrite. "That pushed it, Blair," he told her.

"I know," Blair replied, moving over to cup his face with her hands. "I'm sorry. I... I had to slip back into the old Blair, the one who thought you were lower than the scum people who live here scrape off their shoes," she said, deliberately going over the top with the description to make Dan chuckle. "Do you forgive me?"

"Depends, 'amateur high school book report'?"

"I'm a raging bitch, remember?" Blair said. "I do think there are a few sections that could be tightened up a bit, but that will take us all of fifteen minutes."

"Then I forgive you," Dan said. "Hot chocolate?" he asked, pulling away and heading into the kitchen.

"Ooh, with raspberry syrup?" Blair asked, going back to the couch and sitting down with her legs tucked up underneath her. "And marshmallows. The big ones, not the minis."

"I don't get the appeal of a slimy raspberry glob," Dan asked, even as he dropped a jumbo marshmallow into each mug then put the cocoa mix on top, the way Blair demanded was best.

"Slimy raspberry and chocolate," Blair corrected. "And it's good. And when you're covered in it's sticky goodness, I can lick it off, and vice versa."

"Right, jumbo marshmallows, lots of cocoa and raspberry syrup," Dan agreed, trying to keep her from seeing his grin.

"I see that look, Humphrey," Blair said. "But I will not be getting it all over this dress which costs more than your entire decorating scheme, so I'll be right out."

Dan shook his head, still wondering how it was that he had found himself enjoying the company of Blair Waldorf of all people, but he honestly could not imagine losing her now that he had seen beyond her shell. "Better hurry or it'll be a cold slimy mess," he called as he poured the milk into their mugs.

"Then serve it already," Blair said as she came back out, wearing one of his dress shirts over her stockings.

"So it's a tragedy if you get anything on your ridiculous dress, one of many I might add, but ruining one of my handful of dress shirts is just fine?"

"If I stain it, I'll replace it with something better," Blair said as she sank back down onto the couch. "And don't pretend not to like the view," she added, stretching out on foot to nudge his leg.

"It does have a certain appeal," Dan agreed, setting the mugs down then leaned over her, offering a soft kiss. "What do you say?"

"Give me my cocoa," Blair said, fighting a grin.

"Okay, what do people who aren't Blair Waldorf say?" Dan corrected.

"Please?" Blair asked, batting her eyelashes dramatically.

Dan rolled his eyes but handed her one of the mugs before sitting down with his own, immediately ending up with Blair's legs in his lap. "So, you should know, Eric figured it out.."

"It?" Blair asked, eyes closed as she savored her cocoa, only to snap open as she realized. "It? As in... it?"

"He figured the pointed avoidance was either trying not to cause a scene or hiding a secret relationship. And since we are somewhat famous for that little knock down drag out in the middle of a party.... he figured relationship."


"He promised not to say anything," Dan added. "But he brought up a good point. What happens if someone else figures it out and tells Serena before we do? It'll be worse."

"I know," Blair said. "So... what do we do?"

"Well, we can end things now, before anyone else gets hurt. Or... we can admit that we... we like each other."

"Humphrey, you know very well that I don't like you," Blair said, smirking. "I guess we go public."



"I was hoping you'd say that."

"I was hoping you'd agree," Blair admitted. "So... when?"

"Not tonight, we should get at least one more chance to enjoy our time together without the complications rearing their oh so expensively coiffed heads," Dan said, enjoying the way Blair tried to hide her laughter at his description. "But... soon. Tomorrow?"

"I will, of course, have to be a bit harsher on your articles, once it's out," Blair said. "So there are no accusations of favoritism."

"Like you won't be hovering over my shoulder as I write, anyway?" Dan asked.

"That will never change," Blair said. "I have to make sure you keep up to our standards, Humphrey."

"Of course," Dan said seriously. "So... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," Blair said. "Is it horrible that a small part of me can't wait to rub it in Serena and Chuck's faces?" she asked. "I mean, I want to be able to kiss you in public, and disappear to dark corners for modesty's sake rather than for secrecy, but... I want to show Chuck that I'm happier with you than I was with him, and I want Serena to see that I... that I make you happy. I do make you happy, don't I?"

"Yes, Blair, you do," Dan promised, reaching over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You do."

The End
Stellemrsjoshjack on June 30th, 2011 11:11 am (UTC)
This took a while to find.. but I'm glad I did.

It's brilliant! I love your Dair.