S changes out of her "clothes" behind a screen; Dan peeks a bit, heh, and then knocks lightly: "Hey, I kinda overheard you guys in the stairwell there." Her silhouette is awesomely overwhelmed and cute: "Dan, look, I really can't go there right now." Valid, he nods, and then offers to stand there "mute," and blinking. Not talking, I get it. I like Dan better when he's not talking, and I don't mean that in secret creepy dating code: I mean as in actually literally not speaking words. She asks for her jeans, and he stammers a bit after handing them over. "It's just, uh, I thought you wanted to be on the sidelines here. I thought you wanted to be here for your friend Blair." He brings up the craft service, and how she keeps promising him her "full attention." She steps out, still looking radiant: "Say it." He postures that he doesn't really think he has to, like "you know what you did," and she nods, but explains her side really well: "Look, Dan, Blair's mom basically tricked me into coming here, because she didn't want Blair. How do you tell your best friend something like that?" For the fourth week running, Dan is shocked to find that Serena is walking a very fine line, and doing an awesome job. Admirable, in fact. She tosses him out of there so she can change and get out.

Blair sits in a hallway, looking tiny. Dan approaches, looking huge. "Serena send you here to talk to me?" No, he admits, it's all him. "Normally I wouldn't be this close to you without a tetanus shot." Word. She looks away without protesting, and he slides down the wall, sitting so he's facing perpendicular to her, and tells her his life story, because apparently that's how we solve problems on this show. "My mom kinda left us a couple months ago, only my dad and my sister don't really see that. Because she told us she had to go away for the summer to follow her dream of being an artist. But it's not summer anymore, and she's still up there, and that's all she seems to care about right now. Every time I go to see her, I tell myself, this time I'm gonna tell her what I think. This time, I'm gonna look her in the eye and say, either come home or leave for good. And so there I was, just the other day. I was sitting across the table from her, looking her straight in the eye, and I didn't say anything." Blair's like, "I don't understand your logic. Why didn't you destroy her?" Her confused face is awesome; she really doesn't get it. "I don't know, but I wish I had, because even if it didn't change anything, she'd know how I felt." Blair looks at sixteen different places on the ceiling and nods, because on this show we fall on our knees before biography, every single time.