A/N: Hello there! This is my very first fanfiction...and I am very nervous! I love the idea of Dan & Blair, and after that last chapter, I really hope the writers do something with them! With that said, I decided to fast forward a couple years and put them in the most romantic city in the world...Paris!

Couple of things...this is a tad AUish. Pretty much everything in the show has happened...except for Chuck getting shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any of the characters.

Blair was exhausted. She had spent the entire weekend unpacking the many boxes filled with everything she owned. Her old roommate was getting married, so Blair thought it was the perfect opportunity to get her own place. Her back ached for a hot bath and she was starving. But she was pleased, though, that she had gotten everything unpacked. The thought of hauling one more heavy box around again tomorrow almost made her cry. She stood in the center of her new living room and looked out the window. She was surprised to notice that it was dark out. The day had seemed long, but it felt like only a few minutes had gone by since daylight.

Walking over to her glass doors, Blair could hardly believe only seven years had gone by since she left. Seven years since the "incident"- as she now referred to it- with Chuck had occurred. Seven years since she left New York. Right after, she had run away to Paris with Serena. When the summer ended, Serena left to return to school. Blair had decided to stay. Smiling to herself, she remembered that it was the best decision she had ever made.

She opened the door and stepped out onto her small terrace. Paris was beautiful at night. At least once every evening, Blair always tried to catch the few minutes where the Eiffel Tower's lights shimmered. Although the stand-still lights were just as pretty, there was something about the wave of shimmering lights that always stopped Blair's heart.

Her eyes scanned the city as she waited. She breathed in the city's scent- a delicious mixture of fresh baked croissants and roses. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed the light show had begun. As she watched the shimmering lights, tears sprung in her eyes. A new apartment always felt like a fresh start. Yes, she missed New York, her family, and the friends she still had there. But she had made some new friends here, too. She had started a new life. Blair had changed when she came to Paris. She had always been confident, but in Paris she felt a different kind of confidence that she had never felt in New York. She was much more independent and strong.

The light show finished, so Blair went back inside. She cooked herself some pasta, as it was all she had, and took a much-needed bath. Feeling relaxed and clean, she readied for bed. She was asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.


Blair was shocked when she groggily read her clock. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept until eleven. Still, she was not ready to leave her warm sheets yet. She stared at the ceiling wondering what to do for the day. She heard a small roar of thunder and looked out her window. It was only drizzling, but the sky was charcoal. Another rainy day in Paris.

She had nothing to eat in the kitchen, so she decided to head out for some groceries. She pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, a grey cashmere v-neck sweater, and slipped into her Burberry rain boots. Pulling on her black trench coat, and grabbing her purse and umbrella, she was off.

At the market, she filled up a basket with essentials. She also grabbed the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Rainy days were always perfect for baking. As the cashier scanned her items, Blair laughed to herself. Baking chocolate chip cookies never crossed her mind in New York. Eating chocolate chip cookies never crossed her mind.

She lugged the groceries back home and put them away. After fixing herself a salad, she headed out again. She was thrilled that there was a charming book shop and café on her street. She decided to look around.

Walking in the shop, she was overcome with the smell of aging books. She browsed the shelves, grazing her fingers along the spines of novels and encyclopedias. She didn't know what book to get, so she headed to the front counter. After asking the employee to pick a book for her, she handed her some cash and headed to the café. She found a corner table away from the noise, opened her book, and relaxed.

She was so immersed in her book, she barely heard the voice saying, "Ah, that's such a great book."

Slightly confused, Blair looked up. "I'm sorry, what?," she asked no one, as she immediately realized no one was sitting in front of her.

"I saw over your shoulder, that book you're reading," came the voice again, "such a good book."

Blair laughed. Turning in her seat, she replied, "Yeah, I actually really like it t— " she stopped speaking once she saw the person behind her.

"Blair?" "Dan?", they both said at the same time.

A/N: So...what do you think?