I'd Rather Be Here (With You)
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lynzie914Title: I’d Rather Be Here (With You)
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Paring: Dan/Blair
Rating: G
Word Count: 807
Disclaimer: Trust me when I say, I don’t own anything.
Summary: For two people who talk so much, we apparently need to talk more.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cw_land big bang challenge. Prompt water. .
She showed up on his doorstep soaking wet and his first instinct was to make a joke about what a cliché it was, because that’s what they did. When things got intense, when things progressed between them, they made sarcastic comments, criticized each other and argued until they found themselves back in the roles they had set up for themselves. Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf shouldn’t even be friends, and they certainly shouldn’t be anything more than that.
But sometimes that was hard to remember. He often got distracted by the way she pushed the hair out of her eyes and the way her eyes lit up whenever she caught him agreeing with her, and forgot that he was supposed to notice those things. That his eyes weren’t supposed to linger on her lips and that he wasn’t supposed to want to hold her hand. And that he shouldn’t be following the drop of water down her chest.
“What—what are you doing here?” He blurted out, tearing his eyes away from the droplet of water and back to her face.
“I…Aren’t you supposed to invite a person in, not grill them on your doorstep. Way to show you’re bad manners, Humphrey.” She said.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Dan said quickly stepping aside and pulling the door the rest of the way open for her. “I was kind of distracted by the puddle you were making. Did your driver forget his umbrella or something?”
“No. I…I took a cab.” She said stepping around him and further into the apartment.
“A cab?” Dan repeated. She rarely took cabs to the loft, she much preferred the town car that would be available to leave whenever she wanted it too.
“Yeah, I…I left in kind of a hurry.”
“To come here?” He asked. He knew he was missing something, some big piece of the puzzle that would cause it to all make sense. But Blair wasn’t being very helpful.
“Yes, to come here.” Blair repeated, giving him a look that told him she thought he was idiot. It was a look she gave him often and he had actually begun to find it endearing instead of insulting.
“But…why? Is something wrong?”
It had been weeks since she had last been to the loft. If he wanted to be honest, she hadn’t been there since they had kissed. They had seen each other, had talked on the phone even, but she hadn’t come by, had avoided the loft at all cost.
“No, not wrong…” Her voice was quieter now, like she was unsure of what to say.
“But something happened?”
“Yes.”
“Blair, do you expect me to just guess?” Dan asked her, a little frustrated with how this conversation was going. “If you do, you’re going to need to give me a few more hints.”
“I broke up with the Prince.”
“What?”
“I broke up with him. I…Louis is sweet, nice guy, the kind of guy I’ve always wanted. He’s literally royalty and he wanted me. But when I was with him…I was never really with him. When we would talk about things, all I could think about was how differently you would have answered. How you would have disagreed with me and how you would have been right. All I could think about was the fact that I would rather be in Brooklyn watching old movies with you than a five star restaurant with him. And I hated it and I hated you, because the last thing I should be thinking about when I’m on a date with a prince is Dan Humphrey, but God help me it was the only thing I could think about.”
It took a minute for the words to really sink in, for him to understand what she was saying and when they did, he let out a small laugh.
“Humphrey if you’re laughing at me, I will kill you.” Blair told him.
He ignored her, taking a step closer and brushing her wet hair behind her ear.
“I’m not laughing at you,” He told her, “I’m laughing at how stupid we’ve both been.”
“That still kind of sounds like your laughing at me.” Blair said, her chin jutting out.
“I’m not. I just realized that for two people who talk so much, we apparently need to talk more.”
"I don’t—What are you saying?”
"That I would rather be watching old movies here with you, than at a five star restaurant with anyone else.”
"Well of course you would,” She said, her mouth lifting into a small smile, “You actually like Brooklyn, you choose to live here.”
"I think you know what I mean.”
He leaned in, his mouth lowering to hers. And when he felt her kiss him back, he took satisfaction that this time, it was for no other reason than just him.
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Paring: Dan/Blair
Rating: G
Word Count: 807
Disclaimer: Trust me when I say, I don’t own anything.
Summary: For two people who talk so much, we apparently need to talk more.
Author’s Note: Written for the
cw_land big bang challenge. Prompt water. .She showed up on his doorstep soaking wet and his first instinct was to make a joke about what a cliché it was, because that’s what they did. When things got intense, when things progressed between them, they made sarcastic comments, criticized each other and argued until they found themselves back in the roles they had set up for themselves. Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf shouldn’t even be friends, and they certainly shouldn’t be anything more than that.
But sometimes that was hard to remember. He often got distracted by the way she pushed the hair out of her eyes and the way her eyes lit up whenever she caught him agreeing with her, and forgot that he was supposed to notice those things. That his eyes weren’t supposed to linger on her lips and that he wasn’t supposed to want to hold her hand. And that he shouldn’t be following the drop of water down her chest.
“What—what are you doing here?” He blurted out, tearing his eyes away from the droplet of water and back to her face.
“I…Aren’t you supposed to invite a person in, not grill them on your doorstep. Way to show you’re bad manners, Humphrey.” She said.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Dan said quickly stepping aside and pulling the door the rest of the way open for her. “I was kind of distracted by the puddle you were making. Did your driver forget his umbrella or something?”
“No. I…I took a cab.” She said stepping around him and further into the apartment.
“A cab?” Dan repeated. She rarely took cabs to the loft, she much preferred the town car that would be available to leave whenever she wanted it too.
“Yeah, I…I left in kind of a hurry.”
“To come here?” He asked. He knew he was missing something, some big piece of the puzzle that would cause it to all make sense. But Blair wasn’t being very helpful.
“Yes, to come here.” Blair repeated, giving him a look that told him she thought he was idiot. It was a look she gave him often and he had actually begun to find it endearing instead of insulting.
“But…why? Is something wrong?”
It had been weeks since she had last been to the loft. If he wanted to be honest, she hadn’t been there since they had kissed. They had seen each other, had talked on the phone even, but she hadn’t come by, had avoided the loft at all cost.
“No, not wrong…” Her voice was quieter now, like she was unsure of what to say.
“But something happened?”
“Yes.”
“Blair, do you expect me to just guess?” Dan asked her, a little frustrated with how this conversation was going. “If you do, you’re going to need to give me a few more hints.”
“I broke up with the Prince.”
“What?”
“I broke up with him. I…Louis is sweet, nice guy, the kind of guy I’ve always wanted. He’s literally royalty and he wanted me. But when I was with him…I was never really with him. When we would talk about things, all I could think about was how differently you would have answered. How you would have disagreed with me and how you would have been right. All I could think about was the fact that I would rather be in Brooklyn watching old movies with you than a five star restaurant with him. And I hated it and I hated you, because the last thing I should be thinking about when I’m on a date with a prince is Dan Humphrey, but God help me it was the only thing I could think about.”
It took a minute for the words to really sink in, for him to understand what she was saying and when they did, he let out a small laugh.
“Humphrey if you’re laughing at me, I will kill you.” Blair told him.
He ignored her, taking a step closer and brushing her wet hair behind her ear.
“I’m not laughing at you,” He told her, “I’m laughing at how stupid we’ve both been.”
“That still kind of sounds like your laughing at me.” Blair said, her chin jutting out.
“I’m not. I just realized that for two people who talk so much, we apparently need to talk more.”
"I don’t—What are you saying?”
"That I would rather be watching old movies here with you, than at a five star restaurant with anyone else.”
"Well of course you would,” She said, her mouth lifting into a small smile, “You actually like Brooklyn, you choose to live here.”
"I think you know what I mean.”
He leaned in, his mouth lowering to hers. And when he felt her kiss him back, he took satisfaction that this time, it was for no other reason than just him.
