Season 6 AU: In which Dan and Blair fight about Dan and Blair and get caught up in the moment.
“Blair, wait.” He trails after her as she marches out of the elevator and into her foyer, her lips pursed into the thinnest of lines. He knows he’s put his foot in it now, which isn’t at all unusual… these days. But, he’s entitled. He’s earned his self pity. He’s - damn it, she’s halfway up the stairs. Just as he’s about to follow her, she stops, whips around and rushes back down. Her eyes flash as she rounds on him.
“You need to stop. Just… stop or I don’t want you living here anymore.”
“Stop what, exactly?”
“Stop looking at me.”
“I don’t know how you were raised, Waldorf, but I’ve been told it’s rude not to look at the person you’re talking to.”
She sneers at his attempt to project ignorance and continues, each word laced with fire. “Don’t get cute. Do you honestly think you’re not completely transparent? You think I don’t see you staring? Like you’re…”
She hesitates, but accepts the challenge. “Like you’re still… in love with me.”
“And it is stifling, don’t you get that? Just… God, Humphrey, we were at a public event. Chuck was there. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out the look on your face and he isn’t exactly thrilled with our little living arrangement.”
“Well, it took you all of a year and a royal wedding to figure out the look on my face, so I’ll take my chances and forgive me if I don’t give a rat’s ass what Chuck thinks.”
“I care what he thinks, so if you care about me at all you’ll -”
“Blair, if you think we’re still in a world where I have a debilitating emotional dependence on your happiness, you’re wrong.” She looks hurt. He doesn’t care.
“Dan, we broke up. People break up.”
“You mean the break up you didn’t invite me to?”
She takes a step closer. Too close. He doesn’t care. “I have a life. A future. Plans. You can’t just screw this up.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You have to understand, there is nothing between us. Not then. Not now. Nothing.” She’s staring at his lips. He doesn’t care.
“I don’t believe you.”
A sound halfway between a huff and a groan escapes her. He doesn’t move. She does. Her lips are on his. He’s home.