Good Girl Goes Bad

The Confessions

Surprisingly, Blaire remembered almost everything that happened the night before when she woke up. She knew exactly where she was, who she was with, and what they had talked about before going to bed. Everything that had happened before Dillon's call was a little blurry, but the rest of it was crystal clear.

Blaire stood up and smiled. She had heard of how terrible hangovers could be, but she had never experienced one herself. That was mainly because she had never drank before coming to Colorado, but now she was figuring out that she just didn't get them.

She cringed as she saw her reflection in Dillon's full body mirror. Her hair was a mess, all of her makeup was smeared, and the clothes Dillon had lent her were way too big. Comfy, but big. She sighed and raked her fingers through her hair a few times. After wiping most of the makeup off with her fingers, Blaire walked out into the small living room. Dillon was standing in the kitchen, listening to his iPod and rapping along with it in a quiet voice.

Blaire walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist. He jumped as she put her head on his back before relaxing and turning around to face her. He held back a laugh and she glared at him.

"Thanks, Dillon. I know I look terrible," she growled. With that comment, he burst out laughing. She punched him in the stomach, giggling as her fist met rock hard abs.

"I'm sorry, it's just funny how much different you look. Last night you looked hot, now you look wonderful, just in a different way," he stuttered out between laughs.

"Yeah, thanks. I guess it's the thought that counts," she laughed. Like it or not, she looked like she had been in a tornado the night before. Might as well laugh with her boyfriend. After all, he was still working on this whole "serious relationship" thing.

"So, do you need anything for the wonderful hangover I'm sure you're having?" Dillon finally asked.

"Nope," she replied, hopping up on his counter. "I guess I don't get hangovers or something."

"You're kidding! Even I still get hangovers if I drink too much," Dillon growled. He walked over to her and stood in between her legs. With her sitting on the counter, the two were about eye to eye. She found herself getting lost in his bright blue eyes. They were just so perfect!

"I guess I just lucked out," she says, never taking her eyes from his. He leaned forward and she met his lips with hers. Their kiss was sweet, but it didn't stay that way for long. He nipped at her lip and she opened her mouth, letting out a small moan as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It had been too long since she had seen him and been able to do this. He reached up with one hand to cup her face and she felt her skin tingle where he touched her. She didn't really believe in the whole "sparks" thing, but that was the only way she could describe this feeling.

"God dammit! I can't even kiss you here without an interruption," he growled as a phone went off in their apartment. Blaire recognized her ring tone and searched frantically for her handbag. She found it on the floor in the bedroom and answered her phone, wondering when she had turned the sound on.

"Hello?"

"Blaire! Thank goodness you're okay! Where did you end up?" Callie said, obviously relieved.

"I found a place. You?"

"I guess I drove myself home," Callie admitted.

"Callie are you freaking kidding me? You were more drunk than I've ever seen you get!"

"I guess that explains why I thought driving was a good idea."

"So you're home?"

"Yeah, and your mom just called. She read about the fight online. Apparently Dillon showing up was a bigger deal than she thought. She wanted to make sure we didn't go."