A/N: Hello, hello!

I got this idea in my head I just can't shake off.

Tell me what you think?

Three is a crowd. Right?

Prelude

Blair Waldorf's life did not go as planned.

She wasn't discovered at the age of twelve as the long lost princess from a faraway county.

Her so called fairy-tale "relationship" (if you even can call it that..) with her supposedly "knight in shining armor" Nate Archibald went totally awry. He choose some redhead animal-loving organic vegan "strip-bare-and-dance-around-naked-under-the-full-moon" freak over her.

Or as Nate called it "a high spirited girl."

He wanted to get away from the stuffiness and stuck up high standards the UES society put on him. And Josephine also called "Jo" was a "fresh breeze" and helped him to "relax."

Fresh breeze and relax? My ass. He only chose her because she didn't mind "cowboy-style" in the bedroom department. Blair wasn't too fond of that action. But if she have to do it once in a while she didn't complain. That wasn't the only reason he left her oh no. She also didn't mind doing it out in the cold night air. When it was time for her to run around and howl at the full moon (Serena would say she was exaggerating… Blair liked to call it: stating the facts.)

But back to the conversation at hand.

That was something Blair Waldorf let alone a lady would never consider.

So he left he her and said: 'It's not you it's me' yadayadayada. 'You and I don't connect like we used to anymore' yadayadayada. 'Josephine and I connect on a totally different level' yadayadayada. 'I never intended to hurt you, you will find somebody who deserves you' etc.

What he actually meant was: 'I say it's not you it's me but actually it's you.' 'I don't find you attractive anymore and we have an awful sex-life' 'Jo and I on the other hand have an amazing sex-life she lets me do stuff you never allowed me to do.' 'And since the only thing that counts for me is sex…' 'I do feel sorry for hurting you but oh well life goes on! For me in that case…'

So much for a fairy-tale wedding…

After that her perfect on the outside dysfunctional within family fell apart. When her father decided that now was the right time to come out as gay and to go live with his gay French lover Roman in a French villa.

When her mother recovered the shock. She married a short bald lawyer named Cyrus. That was also a "hugger."

Goody…

Alright I have to admit after a while I grew fond of hearing his squeaky voice call my name. And hearing his short stumps walking around the apartment. I even copied one of his catchphrases: "Not enough!" As corny as it may sound.

But after I felt a little more comfortable in my peculiar situation another one of my childhood and future dreams was shot and went down the drain.

Down, down, down, down…

Through an unfortunate incident I lost the right to go to Yale.

My safe heaven...

What was that unfortunate incident you ask? Well… I may or may not have hazed a teacher. I didn't do it of course. But if I did it she got what she deserved.

Some people may call it outrageous, scandalous even.

I call it social justice.

When I recovered from all the drama I even found some clarity/happiness in all that mess.

It took the form on as my life-long childhood friend and scheming partner in-crime. Also he was (and still is) at the same time the best friend of my formal lover.

His name? Chuck Bass…

We fooled around for almost a year. Then it became serious. For me that was no problem at all. I was in a not so functional but still a relationship for almost 10 years.

I knew all the ropes.

The problem was he didn't…

So when it was time for THE talk about where this was going that was supposedly be held in his summer house in Tuscany instead he never showed and fled to my best friend's house on the Hamptons. Who was (and also still is) conveniently his new stepsister.

Naturally I was hurt when I noticed he wasn't going to show up. I stayed there for a bit feeling sorry for myself to let this happen again. He didn't leave me for a redhead but for me. That hurt a lot more then be left for somebody else…

After I self-pitied myself a bit more I rallied. Found a cute substitute (who was actually a lord I found out later) and went back to the city. Bringing him along as well.

Of course he was there flowers in hand and his eyes on sad puppy dog.

Well I showed him nobody hurts Blair Waldorf and expects to just forgive and forget with a sad excuse for flowers.

We did our little routine of bitching and beating around the bush the following days. Until I was sick of it and confronted him about it.

He said he was never should have done it. I asked why he did it then. He said he was scared that I would see the real him. That is such an easy answer for guys. Assuming that I would throw myself in his arms when he acknowledge that he had emotions. Such as fear. But what about me? I was also scared but I exposed myself yet again and went. So he asked me not to go through with the charade with the Lord. Admitting feelings of his own wasn't enough when I exposed myself like that and got hurt. I asked him what his feelings are towards me and why I shouldn't go through with it. The Lord had no trouble with expressing his feelings towards me. Why should I bother with someone who isn't willing to give me an inch? When I have somebody who is giving me a whole lot more.

As expected he couldn't. Even though I expected it, it didn't hurt any less…

I went through with the Lord when I found out he really is a "mommy's boy." That didn't hurt as much because he didn't mean that much.

I was yet alone again.

Chuck and I continued our little dance until it was too serious yet again.

Cruel things had been said. Tears had been shed. Promises had been formed and broken. More tears had been shed.

We agreed that maybe in the future we had chance and should wait on that window of opportunity. Because just because we couldn't say those things doesn't mean they aren't true...

We almost climbed through that window when the awful news struck Chuck and all of us. Chuck's father Bart Bass has been killed in a car crash. This sent Chuck in a downward spiral.

When he was at his lowest and he thought he had nobody left I say that wasn't true. He always will have me.

At that moment I told him what we both longed and needed to hear for so long.

Unfortunately he was so far down the spiral he didn't say it back and fled instead yet again…

I felt heartbroken for a long, long time. But I pulled myself together when he came back because he needed me even if he didn't want to admit it.

He was still in his downward spiral but little by little he recovered. Of course he was never the same but he managed.

We remained sort of friends after that. We talked from time to time but never about what happened after the funeral.

I didn't brought it up and he didn't ask…

He remained close contact with the Van der Woodsen after all because it was the only sort of family he ever had.

After a while life went its usual way again. I finished high school. Entered and graduated Colombia together with Serena my best friend. It wasn't Yale but I made my peace with that. Then I travelled the world a bit. But I was always in time for Serena's once a year annual get together. I don't know why but every time I go to Serena's mixer I end up in bed with Chuck. I guess we can't bury the attraction towards each other. I always am already gone when he wakes up it's too painful otherwise…

There are other men for me too sure but they don't stay for long. Also of course other women for Chuck too. It's weird in one way Chuck is the only constant man in my love life even if it's only once a year...

That's why years later. I'm 26 now.

I'm staring disbelieving at a pregnancy stick that I took after my usual "fling" with Chuck. Because I don't feel good and missed my period.

And it says positive...

A/N: Well what do you think?

It goes kind of like this. Blair and Chuck are not together. Blair said "I love you" to Chuck but he never said it back. They have a once a year fling at Serena's get together. They'll get both different partners. None that stay too long ;) Are they finally going break down those walls around their hearts and talk about what happened all those years ago? And is Chuck finally going to say "I love you too?" But if he does. Does he say it because Blair is his baby's momma? Or because he loves Blair for who she is apart from the baby?

Let me know.

It's going to be a bumpy ride...