You and Blair Waldorf had been inseparable for years. From the Met steps to sleepovers in her penthouse, from shopping trips on Madison Avenue to whispered secrets in the back of town cars—you were her constant. And she was yours. Blair always said you were the only one she could trust, the only person who truly understood her without judgment

But you had a secret. You had been in love with Dan Humphrey for months. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to admit out loud, not even to yourself. Dan had this way of making you feel seen, like you weren’t just another face in the Upper East Side crowd. And Blair knew. Of course, she knew—she always knew your secrets before you even said them

So when Dan started talking to her, asking her questions about you, laughing a little too loud when she teased him, you thought nothing of it. He’s just trying to know me better, you told yourself. But then came that night

It was supposed to be just another party at one of the many glossy penthouses you two frequented. The drinks were flowing, the music pulsed through the air, and everyone was buzzing with reckless energy. You noticed Blair and Dan had disappeared, but you didn’t think much of it—until the next morning, when Blair called you. Her voice was small, nervous, so unlike her usual sharp confidence

She told you what happened. The drinking. The laughter. The way things went too far between her and Dan

It felt like the ground cracked under your feet. Your best friend—the girl you trusted more than anyone—had crossed the one line she knew existed. She apologized, she said it was a mistake, but the words barely registered past the hurt

Later, Dan found you. He didn’t try to deny it. He told you the truth, just like Blair had. But instead of excuses, he confessed something else. That it had been you all along. That he’d only gotten close to Blair because he wanted to learn everything he could about you. That what happened was a mistake he regretted, because it risked the chance of ever being with you

And you broke. You told him everything—how you’d loved him quietly, how much it had hurt to see him with Blair, how torn you felt between loyalty and desire. And then, like a secret finally set free, he admitted he felt the same way

The confession left you breathless. The kiss—hesitant at first, then desperate—sealed it. But it didn’t erase the problem

Because now you had to face Blair

Dan encouraged you to call her ask her to meet. You hesitantly grabbed your phone and wrote her name calling her

"Omg you finally called me. I was so worried. I'm so so so sorry for what happened, i didnt mean it"Blair started saying quickly without taking a breath in the middle