A.N: This came into my mind suddenly and I jotted it down. Since season 4 finale there are so many speculations. This story is basically my prediction of how it would work out in season 5. It's a very short story and a strong basis of Chair and Dair. The main characters will be Blair , Chuck and Dan.

Spoilers for 5.03

Warning: The first two chapters are angsty.

The Prologue is very vague but it is just the setting that came to my mind. Let me know if you think I should continue it.

Please R&R

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29th May 2011

Blair was crouched in a very familiar position. On her knees with her hands holding on to the porcelain bowl she heaved time and again emptying the contents of her stomach. She hated it, hated it to the core. This always brought back memories of her nightmares when her problem was at its peak. Memories of insecurity, of a patient Dorota wiping her head and tubes attached to her veins. She had promised her that never again would she stoop to this. And suddenly this was a daily routine. A daily early morning routine…

She flushed the toilet, leaning heavily against the wall. Her eyes took in the blue and white marble of the bathroom wall and sighed. This was supposed to be a fun cruise. A cruise where she met beautiful dignified members of the royal family who welcomed her as a future princess, and where she proudly showed her 22 karat yellow diamond engagement ring to the world. She was supposed to be enjoying quiet solitude with her love, Louis and the press was supposed to remark on how in love they were. It had been very different from what she expected. While she met the royal family and Louis was the perfect fiancé- she smiled at the thought of how romantic he was- her mind was always dominated by the ongoing bouts of sickness that overcame her every morning.

She opened the door to see Louis standing against the door to her chamber. She smiled reassuringly at the pensive look on his face.

"Are you feeling alright, love?" he asked

She ignored the slight edge of uneasiness in her stomach as she answered "I am getting seasick, Louis. I am not used to travelling on a yacht." She lied easily.

He took her in his arms "Its takes some getting used to. But don't worry we would be on dry land soon"

Blair laughed as he kissed her cheeks and ran his hand along her curves gently… always too gently. She pulled back and arched her eyebrow "Is His Royal Highness getting some naughty ideas?"

He leaned over and kissed her. As his lips moved against her she tried to respond but as it had been in the last few months, her mind slipped back to the little stick with a stark pink line.

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20th August 2011

The room was utterly silent. The footsteps were sudden and unhurried. Chuck looked up from his scotch and watched the last person in the world he expected to see in his suite. Once she belonged here, now she was a stranger to this place. Even Dan Humphrey was more expected than her.

He watched the familiar face in stationary silence. They were both waiting, waiting for something.

"We need to talk"

Her voice was sweeter. After months of not hearing it, he could appreciate it better. He realized that the numbness he had grown accustomed to be slowly cracking.

"I thought we had said everything we had to say the last time we saw each other"

"Chuck..."

His name always sounded different on her lips. Was it because his heart always stirred when she said it?

"Or this is another misguided attempt by Humphrey to make me feel something" Chuck said mockingly. Of course this was the closest he had come to feeling. But the numbness was still there.

"I 'm pregnant"

The words were softly said .They were hesitant and sad.

He turned to look at her quickly, his body startling him with the reaction. Butterflies swarmed his stomach. How was this possible? He thought they had frozen and dead. The thought of pregnancy terrified him and on the other hand, the feeling of terror was welcome for it was accompanying the shining gleam of hope.

"It's Louis'" she whispered next.

And the ice broke. Pain beyond pain burst into his heart. He swallowed hard, fighting the sudden influx of gasping pain. He had felt nothing when he jumped off buildings or broken his ribs but this was like a gaping hole of bloody pain.

"I just didn't want you to find out from someone else and wonder of you were the father"

Very kindly put, Blair.

"That's very considerate of you." He said trying to keep the mocking edge away from his voice. He had let her go.

"If I know anything about Chuck Bass, it's that fatherhood isn't part of his lifestyle" she said slowly

He clenched his fists. Did she just imply that he wouldn't be a good father?

"You must have been really happy to know that you weren't carrying my offspring" he said to fill the silence.

Her eyes flooded with pain and he felt the need to continue. "This would have ruined your fairytale"

"This fairytale is complicated" Blair said. Suddenly Monkey bounded into the room and Blair knelt down to scratch his shaggy head. She looked surprised.

"Blair, meet my dog Monkey"

"I saw the Gossip Girl blast…I thought you gave him away" she said a grave premonition of wrong flooding her. Something was closing in her and she knew that she could taste it.

"I just wanted to get him checked out. It seemed like the responsible thing to do" he said slowly

And she felt it-The guilt, the choking guilt. She had based her decision to lie on their past history. Chuck would never want to be a father, he would be hated to settle down so quickly and could he do it anyway? He seemed to be always hell bent on destroying anything that loved him and she couldn't put her baby through the same thing as she went through. Disappointment and destruction was abundant when one loved Chuck Bass. She couldn't put her baby through that. Louis would be a safer option. And the Gossip girl blast had put icing on her explanation.

Now, she needed to get out of here before the guilt choked her.

"I should go"

"Yes" he said hoarsely

"Louis is waiting for me" she said reminding herself of the fact. She had a fairytale waiting. She had made right decision- it's the best for everyone. Then why did she feel like crying?

"Of course"

She stood there watching the love of her life watch her with pain in his eyes. She watched the father of her child sitting in a place they both called home. If only things were simpler. If only she could tell him the truth. If only their love wasn't as destructive as it was. If only she could tell Chuck the truth…

"There was a part of me that really wished it to be yours"

There's a part of me that really wished that I could trust you enough to let you know your child.

Yes, she said it. She wished she could give the baby its real father, that she had the guts to stand up to it. That Chuck was ready to be a father.

3rd November 2011

There was a hushed silence. A silence where a pin dropping would seem like a tormented scream... The scream was there too but it was silent. It was within their heads. It was not to be audible but it was worse any scream ever. Their eyes connected and just like always a string of pure passion passed between them. This time there was no tenderness, only accusation. He felt like wrapping her in his arms but at the same time he couldn't help but want to kill her.

This time there was no tenderness but pure betrayal. She wanted to smack that stupid smirk but more than that she wanted to kill herself. She began this cycle of pain. She began this. There was no one else to blame. The fault was her own – she and her accursed heart began this and now this would end her.

The silence was suddenly broken. Whispers melted through the hallway. Faces unknown and familiar stared at her with disgust. It was happening. Just like every nightmare she had it was happening. But it was worse than any nightmare, for she would never wake up. She lifted herself slowly and walked out gracefully. No one watching her could realize that she was dying a hundred deaths inside. She quickly stepped out of everyone's sight. It was then that she started to run.

Far away from this place... She heard footsteps behind her and looked up. She hoped for love, friendship or even affection.

But as always it was her nightmare.

"You brought this upon yourself" he said, his eyes burning with a vengeance.

She shook her head

"You ruined me..." she said half to herself and half to him.

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Flashes, eye-blinding flashes on all sides of him. Whispers, scandalized whispers and various looks were directed at him. Some faces looked at him with open curiosity and some with open disgust. Those were the unfamiliar ones. The familiar ones were staring at with disgust and the glares directed from those eyes were hurting him physically. Yet none hurt as much as those tear-filled brown doe eyes did. They killed him like they were stabbing every inch of his body.

"Chuck…" the voice came from behind and suddenly he stopped. He eyed the man who he had hated for a while now. The man looked different. He looked broken, as though haunted by a minx. He knew that look. He, himself, sported it since he was sixteen.

Chuck wanted to smirk and enjoy his pain. But as he knew the look, he knew that voice. And he knew the feeling behind that voice. He knew it better than anyone what it meant to love Blair Waldorf and to be destroyed by her.

"Please tell me it's not true" the man begged

He knew that look too. No one knew better than him the pain and lurch that destroying Blair Waldorf brought. He had destroyed her too many times even though she proclaimed the opposite.

Even you can't destroy Blair Waldorf

He knew the aftermath and burden of carrying that burden for he felt it now. He had done it again. He had destroyed her yet again and this time he wasn't the only one carrying the torch. He may have lit the flame but the man standing next to him had brandished the had told the world that Blair was carrying his the Royal Family of Monaco have been cuckolded.

So he took pity on him. He nodded in the affirmative watching the other man's face crumble.

"She is having my baby" Chuck whispered hoarsely

He straightened himself up within minutes as though too proud to be caught like this. Chuck watched him leave and he stood alone. He stood alone in his despair with one terrifying thought.

He had ruined her and with that he had ruined himself.

The story got deleted by mistake and I am re-uploading it. If I get a decent enough response I will continue it but if you think its too angsty or mediocre for your taste, let me know and I will shelve it.