Not A Game This Time

In 1x13, when Serena bought Blair a pregnancy test. We didn't actually get to see Blair take it. So this is a slightly different take on what happened. :D

Chapter One: Surprise! Why aren't you happy?

Blair POV

'Okay, B, this is it,' Serena said, as she handed me the bag with the pregnancy test.

'This is it,' I repeated. 'Besides, this is just a routine check. Pregnancy tests are made for people like Bristol Palin, not Blair Waldorf. It can't happen to me. I'm not pregnant, S,' I said, subconsciously raising my tone at the last bit.

'Ok, just take the test to make sure.' She rubbed my back encouragingly as she led to the bathroom.

'Thanks, S. For the public embarrassment, for the talk you had to have with Dan because of this...for everything,' I whispered and hugged her.

'B, you're my best friend. There is nothing to thank me for.' She hugged me tighter.

'Okay, I'm doing it now, for real.'

'Okay,' Serena said and kissed my cheek before I closed the bathroom door.

'S, can you come in?'

The door opened immediately. 'What does it say?'

'It's not ready yet. I just didn't want to be alone.'

Serena took my hands in hers. 'Whatever happens, Blair, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. You know that, right?'

'Yeah. I do.'

Time crawled by; one second followed by the next, the hands on the wall clock moving slower than they ever had, mocking me. Serena held my hands and we stood in silence, looking into each other's eyes. We were finally BFFs again, and I felt like this time nothing could ever take that away from me. I watched the diamond encrusted hand make a full circle around the face of the clock. Only one more to go; half way through...3...2...1.

'Look on the box. Read me the key,' I instructed Serena and closed my eyes. My arms automatically wrapped around my stomach as pain enveloped my body.

'Blue for negative, pink for positive,' she stated.

'I've always preferred blue over pink. Pink is so overrated,' I muttered.

'Do you want me to check?'

'No, it's fine. I'll do it. Okay.' I let out a short breath, and picked up the pregnancy test, face down.

My hand shook as if electricity ran through it. Slowly, I twisted it, the little screen showing its face. Then I looked at the line.

Pink.

I looked again. Still pink.

'S, I think I'm colour blind,' I said, my voice shaking harder than my hard did just a second ago.

'Let me see,' she instructed and stared at the test. When she saw, she gasped, her hand automatically covering her mouth. 'B, I think you're pregnant.'

A tear rolled down my cheek. 'No, I'm not. This is obviously that one in ten thousand chance that these don't work properly, because, S, I'm Blair Waldorf! Blair that goes to Yale, creates a future for herself, marries at 29, and doesn't get pregnant at 17! And definitely, most certainly, doesn't get stretch marks until at least 40!'

'Oh, Blair.' Serena hugged me tightly to her chest, and I wrapped my arms around my best friend. We slowly sat on the floor, Serena comforting me, allowing me to ruin her new Prada dress with my sad tears.

'I'm pregnant with Chuck's baby!' I wailed in her lap, and she only stroked my hair harder.

I woke up the next morning as I fell asleep, with my head on Serena's thighs. She slept peacefully, her head against the wall. Slowly, I got up. If only I could forget why I got to sleep on the bathroom floor in the first place. But the thought wouldn't leave me; it just didn't go away. I looked in the mirror, and instantly felt the need to puke. I ran to the toilet and crouched over it, emptying everything I had in my stomach. It brought back dark memories...

'Oh, God, Blair,' Serena said, drowsily, and rushed by my side, holding my hair, my waist, the side of my arm. 'What happened?'

'I looked in the mirror,' I moaned, and she laughed softly.

'B, I think it's more like morning sickness.'

'Another reminder of this!' I shouted, pointing at my still flat stomach.

'You are going to tell him, right?' Serena asked, after I laid my head on her shoulder.

'No. I doubt he wants anything to do with me anymore. He got what he wanted.' I closed my eyes, hoping it would all go away with one blink.

'Blair, it's not like that. Chuck may be a complete jerk, but he has got some values in there somewhere. He just needs to find them...'

'He doesn't want a child, S. He just wants sex. Amazing one at that,' I said and smiled softly.

Serena looked at me slightly weirdly. 'What? Blair...do you have any feelings for him?'

'No! No, no, no, no, maybe? I have no idea, S. He makes my heart flutter every time he's in the room. He causes me to have difficulty breathing when he touches me. I stopped breathing altogether when he kissed me for the first time... There is just something about him...that makes me love him.'

'Blair, you said you loved him...'

'I know, S. And I think I do.'

'Well, then you'll have to tell him.'

'I can't. I don't know if I could deal with a rejection from him.'

'Blair, he deserves to know. It's his child, too. You can't just wait until a week before you give birth, right?'

'Of course not, S. If I must tell him, then I'll tell him when I feel ready.'