This is my first Gossip Girl fic, and I'm really excited about it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
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Step 1- Finding Out
"Great, just great. This is exactly what I need right now," Blair said to herself as he looked at the white pregnancy test in her hand. "I can't be pregnant right now. I just can't have his baby."
This was not the plan. She was in Paris with Serena, and this was supposed to be the summer she got over Chuck. The whole moving on thing was going to be quite hard if she was having his baby. It had been about a month since the Chuck break -up fiasco and Blair was still trying to pull herself completely together. "How did I even get into this mess. I mean this type of thing shouldn't happen to me. I'm Blair Waldorf dammit!" she thought to herself. However, Blair knew exactly how she got herself into this situation, and she was unfortunately still in love with the person who got her into it.
A couple of weeks ago Blair had begun to throw up and began to crave weird foods. Plus, she was late, so she had Dorota, who had come with them on the trip of course, go out and buy her some pregnancy tests. She had taken her first one a few minutes ago and was waiting for the test to load. While she was doing this, Blair began to wonder what she would do if she was pregnant, and decided that the best course of action was to hide in France like she was planning to during the great junior year whose your baby daddy scare. She didn't plan on ever seeing Chuck again, even if she could find him. A week ago she had hired a P.I. to locate him, but the only Bass that he had been able to find was Jack. Hopefully, she would never have to talk to him again, and she could happily raise her child.
This was a fantasy, and Blair knew it. If the Bass-tard heard any rumor that she might be pregnant he would be on her door step before she could say "macaroon." Yes, that was certain Chuck could never know, but Blair knew that she couldn't abort. She couldn't kill something that was part Chuck. "I just won't go outside for the next eighteen years and nine months," she told herself "that won't be so hard."
Her phone timer went off while she laughed slash cried over her joke. Blair flipped it over and said softly, "Well, shit."
