Fic: The Odd Couple (Epilogue)
Title: The Odd Couple
Pairing: Blair/Dan
Rating: T
Summary: AU/Future. Pulling on her eye mask once more, she succumbed to sleep wondering if she would regret this. This idea of having a roommate. And not only that, but a roommate that is from Brooklyn, goes to NYU, and is ...a stranger.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
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Epilogue
"Seriously guys...pick up the pace!" Blair said, from her spot in the foyer.
Today they were moving the final boxes into their new apartment. They'd been unpacked and moved in for weeks, but they had yet to spend a night in it. The final boxes were from their parent's houses-little knickknacks and childhood mementos that weren't the most important things to unpack right away- and a few boxes that contained the many shoes and bags that didn't fit into Blair (and Dan's) previously tiny closet.
Nate groaned. "If you didn't have so much crap, maybe we would be moving a little faster!"
Once he said the word, he instantly regretted it.
Dan stopped in his tracks and shook his head. "Dude," he said, letting out a laugh, knowing what was coming.
Her brows raised, Blair slowly walked over to Nate, looking the opposite of amused. "Nathanial," she said all to sweetly. "Last time I checked, Prada and Chanel were not deemed as crap."
He paled. "I...I didn't mean it literally. Obviously."
"Obviously," she echoed, and then shooed him away with her hand.
A minute later, both men walked down the steps again. "I feel like I'm having déjà-vu," Nate said. "Didn't this already happen?"
"Yes, it did. But the only difference between now and then is now Dan is my husband, not a stranger. But you're complaining just as much as you did three years ago." She flashed a smile that showed she was just playing with him, but he got her point.
"I'll bring up the last of the boxes," Nate volunteered, heading to the elevator.
Once out of view, Dan walked up to his wife. "Take it easy on him. You know how grumpy he is that Serena won't be here tonight."
Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled herself closer to him. "Yes, but once he sees that she's lying and will be at the party, he'll wish he was more cooperative." She gave her classic smile that he couldn't resist kissing.
"Speaking of the party, is everything ready?"
She sighed happily. "I think so. Dorota and I prepped everything this morning so all I need to do it put the dishes in the oven. And Vanessa told everyone to bring an appetizer, so we're good there. I did forget ice though."
"I'll run out and grab some."
Her lips twisted into a smile. "You're too good for me."
"I know," he teased. "But I'll stick with you anyway." He leaned down to kiss her, and the fact that it was happening in their new foyer-where they would live as husband and wife-made it infinitely better. "I'll be back in twenty."
With Dan gone, and Nate unloading the rest of the boxes, Blair relished the moment of peace. Walking down the hall into the kitchen, she took a minute to take everything in. She'd lived in the Penthouse her entire life and this was the first time she'd ever had a place all to herself.
Well, theirself.
This kitchen was theirs. The living room was theirs. The bedroom was most certainly theirs. She'd never had an interest in cooking until now, but standing right there, right next to their marble island, she made a vow to learn how to cook.
Moving to the cabinets, she opened each one to memorize what it contained. She made her way around the room, opening every door and drawer. When she reached the last one-the large drawer to the right of the oven-she let out a gasp.
Her favorite thing to do with Dan was reminisce their early days. The days where they liked each other so much-but were so stubborn-they'd almost ruined the possibly of them. One of her favorite days was their first. Their first kiss. The first time they had sex. The first time they said to hell with it and gave into their desire for one another. The night they baked.
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies still made her weak in the knees, and Dan loved reminding her of that.
And so the drawer full of colorful mixing bowls and spatulas and bags of chocolate chips and oats made her gasp. His romance always caught her off guard, and she looked forward to a lifetime of surprises from him.
Her eyes tingling with happy tears, Blair moved from the kitchen into the living room. Walking over to the open box on the ground, she continued what she'd been doing before Nate and Dan interrupted her: scattering every surface with pictures. Photos from their wedding were on the fireplace, while photos from their college days littered the closed piano. The glass coffee tabled featured stacked fashion books, but a picture of the Fab Four in their Brown sweatshirts completed the look. Their décor style had stayed the same throughout the apartment: chic and homey.
By the time she was finished with the pictures and throwing away the box, Dan had returned and guests were on their way.
The party was the like the one they'd hosted at New Years a few years prior, except all sides of their families were now close and familiar friends. Dan and Blair's romance had been whirlwind and unexpected, but their love had remained strong even through their separate living arrangements. After graduating, Blair had worked her way up to a substantial position at Marchesa, where instead of just leading fashion trends, she was creating them. Dan was working freelance for the New York Times, in between doing press for his novella. During his final semester of college, Dan had written a work of fiction that had impressed his professor so much, he passed it on to an agent. It wasn't at the top of the Bestseller's list, but it was highly received in literary circles and slowly gaining publicity.
They married right in the middle of their professional achievements, so they'd waited to move into a new apartment until things calmed down. Dan moved back to Blair's penthouse for a year before they finally found their own place.
After giving many tours and eating way too much, their final guests-a blissful Serena and Nate-left at last.
With the day consisting of moving and hosting, Blair was exhausted, and the thought of curling up in their new bed for the first time sounded heavenly. Her legs wrapped around Dan's waist, he carried her up the staircase to the second floor.
Blair leaned in to pepper kisses on his lips. "Do you think this is our forever home?"
"Hmm..." He kissed her, and then spoke as she moved to his neck. "Well, it does have the great kitchen for plenty of cookie baking."
"And the library for all of your bestsellers." At the landing, he turned to move down the hallway.
"And the extra bedrooms for all of the babies we have." He kissed her shoulder as she smiled wide.
"Oh, really?"
He nodded. "Mmhmm."
"Well, where can we make sure that happens?" she asked coyly, stealing another kiss.
Tapping the double-doors open with his foot, he replied, "Well, I hear this place has a pretty great master bedroom."
"Does it?"
He lowered her on their expansive bed. Nodding, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Welcome home."
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end.
A/N: I hope this was a satisfying ending :) This was a really fun story to write, so thank you for reading and reviewing these past few months! Please let me know how this final chapter was! And of course, never stop Daring to Dair ;)
Pairing: Blair/Dan
Rating: T
Summary: AU/Future. Pulling on her eye mask once more, she succumbed to sleep wondering if she would regret this. This idea of having a roommate. And not only that, but a roommate that is from Brooklyn, goes to NYU, and is ...a stranger.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
.
.
.
Epilogue
"Seriously guys...pick up the pace!" Blair said, from her spot in the foyer.
Today they were moving the final boxes into their new apartment. They'd been unpacked and moved in for weeks, but they had yet to spend a night in it. The final boxes were from their parent's houses-little knickknacks and childhood mementos that weren't the most important things to unpack right away- and a few boxes that contained the many shoes and bags that didn't fit into Blair (and Dan's) previously tiny closet.
Nate groaned. "If you didn't have so much crap, maybe we would be moving a little faster!"
Once he said the word, he instantly regretted it.
Dan stopped in his tracks and shook his head. "Dude," he said, letting out a laugh, knowing what was coming.
Her brows raised, Blair slowly walked over to Nate, looking the opposite of amused. "Nathanial," she said all to sweetly. "Last time I checked, Prada and Chanel were not deemed as crap."
He paled. "I...I didn't mean it literally. Obviously."
"Obviously," she echoed, and then shooed him away with her hand.
A minute later, both men walked down the steps again. "I feel like I'm having déjà-vu," Nate said. "Didn't this already happen?"
"Yes, it did. But the only difference between now and then is now Dan is my husband, not a stranger. But you're complaining just as much as you did three years ago." She flashed a smile that showed she was just playing with him, but he got her point.
"I'll bring up the last of the boxes," Nate volunteered, heading to the elevator.
Once out of view, Dan walked up to his wife. "Take it easy on him. You know how grumpy he is that Serena won't be here tonight."
Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled herself closer to him. "Yes, but once he sees that she's lying and will be at the party, he'll wish he was more cooperative." She gave her classic smile that he couldn't resist kissing.
"Speaking of the party, is everything ready?"
She sighed happily. "I think so. Dorota and I prepped everything this morning so all I need to do it put the dishes in the oven. And Vanessa told everyone to bring an appetizer, so we're good there. I did forget ice though."
"I'll run out and grab some."
Her lips twisted into a smile. "You're too good for me."
"I know," he teased. "But I'll stick with you anyway." He leaned down to kiss her, and the fact that it was happening in their new foyer-where they would live as husband and wife-made it infinitely better. "I'll be back in twenty."
With Dan gone, and Nate unloading the rest of the boxes, Blair relished the moment of peace. Walking down the hall into the kitchen, she took a minute to take everything in. She'd lived in the Penthouse her entire life and this was the first time she'd ever had a place all to herself.
Well, theirself.
This kitchen was theirs. The living room was theirs. The bedroom was most certainly theirs. She'd never had an interest in cooking until now, but standing right there, right next to their marble island, she made a vow to learn how to cook.
Moving to the cabinets, she opened each one to memorize what it contained. She made her way around the room, opening every door and drawer. When she reached the last one-the large drawer to the right of the oven-she let out a gasp.
Her favorite thing to do with Dan was reminisce their early days. The days where they liked each other so much-but were so stubborn-they'd almost ruined the possibly of them. One of her favorite days was their first. Their first kiss. The first time they had sex. The first time they said to hell with it and gave into their desire for one another. The night they baked.
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies still made her weak in the knees, and Dan loved reminding her of that.
And so the drawer full of colorful mixing bowls and spatulas and bags of chocolate chips and oats made her gasp. His romance always caught her off guard, and she looked forward to a lifetime of surprises from him.
Her eyes tingling with happy tears, Blair moved from the kitchen into the living room. Walking over to the open box on the ground, she continued what she'd been doing before Nate and Dan interrupted her: scattering every surface with pictures. Photos from their wedding were on the fireplace, while photos from their college days littered the closed piano. The glass coffee tabled featured stacked fashion books, but a picture of the Fab Four in their Brown sweatshirts completed the look. Their décor style had stayed the same throughout the apartment: chic and homey.
By the time she was finished with the pictures and throwing away the box, Dan had returned and guests were on their way.
The party was the like the one they'd hosted at New Years a few years prior, except all sides of their families were now close and familiar friends. Dan and Blair's romance had been whirlwind and unexpected, but their love had remained strong even through their separate living arrangements. After graduating, Blair had worked her way up to a substantial position at Marchesa, where instead of just leading fashion trends, she was creating them. Dan was working freelance for the New York Times, in between doing press for his novella. During his final semester of college, Dan had written a work of fiction that had impressed his professor so much, he passed it on to an agent. It wasn't at the top of the Bestseller's list, but it was highly received in literary circles and slowly gaining publicity.
They married right in the middle of their professional achievements, so they'd waited to move into a new apartment until things calmed down. Dan moved back to Blair's penthouse for a year before they finally found their own place.
After giving many tours and eating way too much, their final guests-a blissful Serena and Nate-left at last.
With the day consisting of moving and hosting, Blair was exhausted, and the thought of curling up in their new bed for the first time sounded heavenly. Her legs wrapped around Dan's waist, he carried her up the staircase to the second floor.
Blair leaned in to pepper kisses on his lips. "Do you think this is our forever home?"
"Hmm..." He kissed her, and then spoke as she moved to his neck. "Well, it does have the great kitchen for plenty of cookie baking."
"And the library for all of your bestsellers." At the landing, he turned to move down the hallway.
"And the extra bedrooms for all of the babies we have." He kissed her shoulder as she smiled wide.
"Oh, really?"
He nodded. "Mmhmm."
"Well, where can we make sure that happens?" she asked coyly, stealing another kiss.
Tapping the double-doors open with his foot, he replied, "Well, I hear this place has a pretty great master bedroom."
"Does it?"
He lowered her on their expansive bed. Nodding, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Welcome home."
.
.
.
end.
A/N: I hope this was a satisfying ending :) This was a really fun story to write, so thank you for reading and reviewing these past few months! Please let me know how this final chapter was! And of course, never stop Daring to Dair ;)