"This is going to be such a scandal..." Louis said in a faint voice as he packed his things.

"I know," Blair whispered brushing away her tears with a handkerchief as she watched him. "I'm sorry it has to be like this."

"It's not your fault, Blair," he replied.

She sighed. He had always been a gentleman.

"You know I love you," she said.

"I do," he looked at her while fixing the knot to his tie. "And I love you too, but..this is too complicated. If I was by myself, then maybe..." he stared at her. "But I have to think of my family."

"I understand," she looked down.

She felt his hands cup her cheeks tilting her head upwards. This was it she said to herself as they gazed into each others eyes. She felt weak from the intensity in his eyes. It was the last time they will ever share such a moment. It made her feel sad.

"Goodbye, Blair," he kissed her forehead.

He quietly left the room with Blair clutching her stomach. She fell asleep alone in her king-size bed. She woke up the next morning feeling sick. Dorota was by her bedside all day. She was growing worried. Her mother was currently in Milan and couldn't manage to book a flight earlier than next week. She felt relieved when Serena came.

"I had to leave work! What's wrong?" she arrived gasping in the hallway.

"Good thing you come, Miss Serena. Miss Blair...the prince left her...!"

"Where is she?" Serena asked.

"In her bedroom," Dorota replied.

Serena entered the dark room. She went straight for the curtains and pulled them to reveal the lukewarm October sun. Blair cringed.

"B, what's wrong?" Serena sat next to her gently stroking her hair.

"It's Louis...he left," she sobbed.

"What happened? I thought you guys were good?"

"We were...an then we weren't," she got up in a sitting position. "Remember how he said he can't handle my secrets?"

"Yeah, but I thought he came to terms with that."

"He did," she nodded. "It's just that...something has happened...something which will change everything."

"Blair, you're scaring me," Serena gulped. "What about the baby?"

Blair's eyes welled up. "It's not his..."

"Oh..." Serena covered her mouth.

"I had a paternity test done..." she replied. "Because, you know...I wasn't sure..."

"He found it and saw it was Chuck's?" Serena asked.

Blair shook her head.

"Then?"

"He found it, but it wasn't Chuck's..." she took in a deep breath. "And it wasn't his."

"Blair...I don't understand," Serena looked at her. She was truly concerned about her friend. "It's not...God's?" she asked.

"Serena!" Blair cried. "It's not, I wish..." she grumbled. "Remember how I once said that Dan Humphrey doesn't have much imagination? He doesn't. When he wrote in his disgusting little book that we had sex..." she bit her lower lip. "We did."

Serena yelped. "Oh my God, it's Dan's!"

Blair squeezed her eyes. "I feel disgusting..."

"But how...?"

"Remember that night...the night when we kissed? Well, it wasn't just a kiss. I don't know what came over me, but we went further. You see, I think that there simply was too much tension which needed to be released."

"And you continued?"

"No! It was just once and I wanted to be with Chuck! After that night...I woke up the next morning and he was gone...I felt as if I belonged to no one. And then I remembered Chuck...I have always belonged to him one way or another...I don't love Dan Humphrey."

Serena coughed. "Yet you're having his baby."

"Apparently," Blair looked down at her swollen stomach.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I don't know..." she clutched her stomach. "I need to speak to Chuck."

"Are you going to tell him it's his?" Serena asked.

"God, no!" Blair exclaimed. "I'll have talk to Humphrey...eventually," she grumbled.

"Oh, B," Serena put an arm around her shoulders. "You'll always have me. We'll raise this baby together!"

"Thanks, S," Blair wrapped her arms around her friend.