Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip girl. If I did (like so many other GG fanfic authors) Chuck and Blair would actually manage to stay together for more then just a few episodes.

Chapter One:

Blair flinched. She was somewhere between dreaming and being fully aware that she was dreaming.

Definitely not a good thing, considering the dreams she had surrender herself to in the past few weeks and once she became aware enough of this she couldn't stand to endure another second of it.

She rose, tired and groggy. Ripping the blue sleeping mask from her face as she began clambering over to the closet.

On second thought, the bathroom.

Double speed.

Pronto.

"Fuck," Blair grumbled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Hitting the side of the toilet lightly with her head. What's wrong with me?

Somehow, between muddled thoughts, she managed to fall back into a dreamless sleep, even if it was on her bathroom floor.

Hours later, she awoke.

Something was off.

Blair clutched her stomach as she slowly eased her body into a more comfortable position.

It hurt.

A tender, sore kind of hurt

Bringing her mouth to the rim of the toilet once again she closed her eyes and willed nothing to push back up. Imagining throwing up somehow made it less likely to happen and after a few moments she felt confident enough to remove herself from the bathroom.

I'm hungry; I'm not going to throw up. Blair frowned.

She had mistaken her stomach ache for something much worse than it was. She just needed food.

Her entire morning had been thrown and Blair Waldorf did not like to be taken for a loop so to collect herself once more she began compiling a very simple list of actions for the rest of the day as she got dressed.

First food.

"Ms. Blair, I think you need slow down now," Dorota inquired, watching Blair with wide eyes.

"Dorota, I'm fine," she answered roughly, shoving another forkful of eggs into her mouth.

In the past half an hour she'd gone through three times the normal amount of food Dorota (or anyone else for that matter) had ever seen Blair eat in one day. Much less an hour. She was ravenous. It wasn't her fault. Dorota was looking at her like she was an angry wolf tearing apart an amimal carcass. Seriously,she thought semi glaring at Dorota, get a life.

So what? She was eating. Blair could eat like a normal person every once in a while.

Although she had gone into the kitchen with intent not to eat much of anything , at least not enough for another round with the toilet. She gazed upon all the scrambled eggs, fruit, and turkey bacon, and it quickly became a blur.

she resolved only to get rid of the aching feeling once she settled the fact that she wasn't going to let any of the food go to waste.

Falling back into her chair she smiled slightly, satisfied.

Food, check.

Secondly, School.

Ugh. Blair groaned, her smile disappearing altogether. She would have to show up at some point, she'd been avoiding S like the plague for several days. Give or take a few thousand phone calls.

"Dorota!" Blair screamed, "Get my coat, I'm leaving!"

For once she passed the hall mirror and didn't even look at herself.

I'm disgusting. She sighed, hearing Dorota approaching she turned and placed her arms in the sleeves as Dorota dropped the coat onto her shoulders. I'm bloated and gross and I spent all morning throwing up. She rolled her eyes.

"Have good day Ms. Blair" She exclaimed dutifully, hands clasped together at her abdomen.

Blair entered the elevator and pressed level.

I'll try.

Maybe coming to school had been a big mistake. It was certainly beginning to feel like it as Blair walked quietly through the halls. What if I run into Chuck? She failed at surpressing the emotion that came with even thinking of his name and a shiver ran down her spine.

Her stomach was seemed to do what her head couldn't wrap itself around. At the exact moment the shiver reached her tailbone a portion of eggs launched themselves into her throat. She swallowed, wincing.

At least my stomach knows it doesn't want him, Blair couldn't help but smile at this.

She opened her locker and waited, drumming her nails on the smooth oak.

Ding , ding, ding.

Blair busied herself by glancing half-heartedly at the contents of her locker as students began piling into the hallways.

"BLAIR!" Serena screeched from a few feet away, she quickly extended her arms and enveloped Blair into a rather uncomfortable hug.

"Where have you been?" She asked, quietly grabbing Blair's hand.

"I've called only half a thousand times, what's going on?"

Blair stared at Serena. Unsure of what to say. She herself didn't know what was going on.

How was she supposed to explain anything, what exactly what she explaining anyway? Blair's brow furrowed as she began to contemplate this a little too late.

"Uh B," Serena was frantically waving her hand in front of Blair's face. She had quickly replaced her excited smile with a confused sigh and a worried frown.

"Nothing S, I just haven't been feeling well," she managed her best Audrey smile before continuing "Really though, we need to talk."

"Okay B, sure" Serena replied hastily, hopefully sensing the urgency in Blair's words.

Maybe if she could just have a conversation with Serena things would straighten out.

They walked quickly arm and arm out the front entrance.

"Waldorf," Fuck.

Blair unlinked her arm from Serena's and turned slowly.

Gah. Scream. Danm. Go away. I almost made it out of here without seeing you. Go away, go away. I don't want to see you!

"Bass," She addressed, her brown eyes narrowing.

"Where have you been?" He asked, his face emotionless.

As if you care.

"Nowhere, and now if you don't mind I think I'll just continue with that" She replied icily.

"Want to take a ride in my limo?" he inquired, smirking. Clearly oblivious to the fact that she didn't want to even hear his voice much less ride in his limo of all the limo's she could be in right then.

Typical Chuck.

"No, I'm with Serena and we're leaving." She scoffed, turning on her heels as Serena rushed to grab a hold of her waist.

"All work and no play makes Waldorf boring!" Chuck yelled after them.

Of course the Bass and Waldorf affair was no secret any longer, but it had been ages before. She had made a mistake, they hated each other. Although they maintained a somewhat stable communication of fake friendship, most of the time.

And then it hit Blair, like a ton of bricks, or rather scarf wearing Chucks. Serena wasn't the one she should be talking to about anything. She would immediately tie everything into the illusion that Blair was in love with Chuck ... which of course was in every way ridiculous and stupid.

But she couldn't turn to anyone else so Blair would have to surrender herself to hearing his name. Maybe she could settle for that right now.

An hour later Blair, curled up on her bed Serena opposite, they had exhausted every topic they could before she found the inevitable opening to telling Serena.

"S," She stated, "I've been throwing up."

Serena stretched out and sat up. "Oh no B, not again!" She cried.

"No, nothing like that" Blair assured her. Definitely not that.

"Then what?" Serena looked confused, slightly relieved that Blair wasn't back to old habits but still entirely lost.

"I don't know S. I've been throwing up and eating a lot, and ... throwing up. I don't know what-"

"Oh my god" Serena cut Blair off quickly.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?" Blair asked, irritated.

"Are you, pregnant?" Blair enquired softly.

"No, I'm ... no, I couldn't, no."Oh my god. I didn't think about this. All the throwing up, all the eating this morning, the weight I've been gaining.

"Do you know for absolute sure?" Serena continued, "You need to be absolutely sure." Blair could hear the panic in her voice.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure." Blair was now trying to do the math, backwards, forwards, she couldn't count. She didn't know to do math right now, not the greatest time to blank here.

I'm late. How did I not ... catch this.

" Serena, I'm late." She watched Serena's face, as she continued "I didn't think, I mean, it's ... its Chuck I didn't think, but, you mentioned it, and I, I just did the math and well ... I'm 3 weeks late." She could hear her voice, filled with uncertainty, shaking.

Serena inched up to Blair's side in a half embrace. Waiting.

"What am I going to do? I mean ... CHUCK. BASSHOLE. BASS. CHUCK FREAKING BASS. FUCK. What is there to do? What has to be done?" Blair screamed. Loud. Serena sat patiently rubbing Blair's back.

Blair contemplated throwing something for a few seconds before shaking her head and turning slightly to face Serena.

"S?" Please have the answer. Please.

"B, it's going to be okay." She whispered softly, still rubbing Blair's back. "It's going to be okay."

Blair just sat there for a few minutes, repeatedly making sure she'd calculated properly. Serena was the first to break the silence.

She got up and began putting on her coat.

Blair felt confused. What are you doing, I need you

Pulling her blonde hair out from under her coat and gathering it into a ponytail she began "I'm going to go get a test right now, several tests. " Serena lay thick emphasis on the word several "I don't think you want to come with me but if you do, you can. If not, stay here. But we need to figure this one thing out before you spend any more time sulking."

Sulking probably wasn't the greatest word, brushing up on 10th grade math however...

And with those words Serena left.

Blair flopped down onto one side. She was trying to keep him out of her head. Trying to stop herself from thinking about what she was thinking about but somehow he was prevailing and she allowed herself that.

Some time later, she heard the click of Serena's heels as she lightly jogged across the entrance marble, up the stairs, and down the hallway. Blair sat up and walked down to the edge of the bed, anxious.

Serena appeared slightly dishevelled, a plastic bag in tow. She glanced carefully at Blair before walking straight into the bathroom.

I don't want to go in there. I shouldn't have to be doing this.

Admittedly, it took a minute or so for Blair to coax herself into moving from that spot and into the bathroom. If she didn't throw up from morning sickness it was possible she was going to throw up just for the sake of throwing up.

Serena began to explain the instructions to Blair as she leaned up against the counter. Blonde hair concealing her face as she made sure she was explaining everything just how the pamphlet described.

She sat quietly inside the empty tub as Blair peed a little on each stick and capped them. It was silent for the most part; there was nothing really to be said.

Soon they were both sitting opposite each other inside Blair's tub. 9 pregnancy tests all from different suppliers lined the stone rim of the bathtub. Blair watched as Serena checked her phone again.

It's time, oh no.

Serena picked up the test closest to her.

"B?" she gestured handing it to her but Blair shook her head.

Serena picked up one of the instruction pamphlets and gazed at the information window on the stick.

"How many lines does it have?" Blair choked out. She felt like ripping out her hair, or tearing something apart at least.

Serena looked at the test and then the pamphlet and back again.

"2," She answered.

"2?" Blair felt her voice rise. She picked up a second one and glared straight at it.

Not, good.

Not, good.

2 lines.

Blair was hysterical now. She picked up a third.

2 lines.

A fourth.

2 lines.

A fat tear slid down Blair's cheek. She didn't want to see them anyone. She gathered the remaining four and flung them as hard as she could at the door.

"Your pregnant ..." Serena gasped.

"I'm ... pregnant" Blair repeated.

MOTHERCHUCKER!

A/N: This is my second fanfic and I'm excited about the story! But I won't continue unless you want me too. If I do continue I'd love to hear about how you think the next chapter should go. Have a great Wednesday everyone ;)