The Scandal
Show: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own anything about this show. All hail Josh Schwartz and Cecily von Ziegesar!
Note: This takes place after episode 1.13, with a few tweaks. I hope you like it!
Flashback
The rest of her whole life begins today, so of course Blair has to dress appropriately. Her chance for happiness lies in this one monumental decision. As she studies her Breakfast-at-Tiffany's-esque appearance in the mirror, she glances down at her blackberry. There is still no word from Chuck or Nate. At least she knows that nothing can get any worse than it already is. Her history can be summed up in a breathless sentence. She cheats on Nate with Chuck, and inevitably, everyone who is anyone has shunned her. Even Jenny, poor Jenny Humphrey has benefited from her error in judgment. She has been crowned the new Queen B of Constance Billiard's School for Girls. It should be Queen B as in Blair. But she has other things on her mind at the moment, and Chuck is at the top of her list.
"The Bass Suites. How may I direct your call?"
"Chuck Bass, please?"
"I'm sorry sweetheart. But Mr. Bass isn't taking any calls today. Would you like to leave a message?"
Blair sighs. "Can you at least tell me where I can reach him?"
"I'm sorry. I really cannot say."
"Please…This is extremely important…Like, life-changing important."
"And like, you need to know what sunglasses go with your outfit?" answers the hotel concierge sarcastically.
"Thanks for no help," Blair says angrily as she slams the phone down.
Shit. But the only place that Chuck could be at times like this is in the hotel's bar getting very, very drunk.
Blair tries Chuck's blackberry one more time.
Chuck, please answer this. I miss you, and I need to talk to you. It's important. Love, Blair.
Chuck loosens his tie and flags the bartender. "The strongest scotch you have."
"Of course Mr. Bass, right away," says the bartender as he scurries off.
Chuck feels his blackberry vibrating in his pocket and glances down at the message. Realizing it's from Blair, and not from someone he actually wants to talk to right then, he turns it off. Blair has ruined his reputation, his friendship, and his life. He has nothing to say to her.
Twenty minutes later he looks up as a hushed silence falls over the bar as a young woman dressed as Audrey Hepburn enters the bar and heads over to him.
"Hi Chuck," she whispers.
"Blair," he responds uninterested, as he glares at her. "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Why don't you enlighten me?"
She closes the gap between them and leans in to whisper in his ear. He feels her hot breath on his cheek, and wishes that she didn't have such an effect on him. "I miss you. And I have something important to tell you."
"Are you leaving for Paris tomorrow?" he asks hopefully.
"No."
"Are you getting back together with Nate?"
"No."
He mocks her when he asks, "Are you leaving private school to become a personal shopper to the stars?"
She ignores him when she answers, "I wish."
"Then I give up," he says, bored. "What is it?"
She looks reluctant to tell him, but after taking off her sunglasses she whispers, "I'm pregnant."
"You're what?" he hisses.
"I'm pregnant. And the baby's yours."
For a second Chuck has flashes of himself as a father. He pushes his baby girl on the swings, takes her to school, brings her to her first ballet recital, takes pictures of her at her prom and graduation, walks her down the aisle when she gets married, spoils his grandchildren, and they are all crying at his funeral. Well, that last image made him snap out of it real fast.
"Right B. Like I'm gonna fall for that one, you slut. Now get out of my hotel!"
