AN: This is my new story. The idea has been on my mind for a couple of days and I just decided to do it now.
Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair. They sat next to each other, held hands. They spent two years fighting, making love, and scheming. One day this all changed.
...
17 years and 9 months earlier:
"Chuck." Blair purred. "It's been three hours I missed you." Her ands wrapped around his neck. How could she tell him? Was she ready? What would he think? Leave her? Love her more?
"No Blair I missed you." He kissed her softly on her beautiful red lips. "One day I'm going to move out of the Empire, and get you out of here. We can get a penthouse with a view of the park, and rule the world together."
"Where do you see yourself in five years?" She asked.
"By the time I'm twenty four I plan on being married to you. Still running BassIndustries. You?" Chuck pushed a curl behind her ear.
"Married to you. Running Waldorf Designs. What about kids?"
"No kids. Just one of those bulldogs that you love." Blair's heart sunk. How could he tell him now.
Out of anger and grief she yelled, "Get out now!"
"Blair what did I do? I'm so sorry about what ever I did? Do you not want to get married next January? I don't understand? Blair." He pushed back another curl.
"One day you will. Get the hell off of me! And get your ass out of my house!" Blair pushed him out of her room and slammed the door. She fell on her bed hands on her stomach sobbing quietly to herself. Chuck probably was on the other side of the door and he couldn't hear her cry. She just cried for three hours straight. When she was done she opened the door to find Chuck just sitting in the hallway. "I told you to leave."
"You really thought I would leave?" Chuck asked standing off and fixing his tie.
"No, but I hoped that you would." Blair said.
"What did you freak out on me?" Chuck questioned her.
"Didn't I tell you that to get the "Hell out!"" Blair screamed at him.
"We're getting married in exactly nine months. Blair can't you just tell me."
"I love you Chuck, but no. So get your ass out of my house and leave me alone!"
...
Chuck walked out of the Waldorf's penthouse wondering what was wrong with his fiancée. He called up Serena and Nate and asked then for a late lunch.
"Chuck you called us hear for what reason?" Serena whined.
"Well I was with Blair and we were just being us-"
"I don't want to hear this." Nate gagged. Serena nodded in agreement.
Chuck shook his head. "But I need your help. So we started talking about us in five years. She asked me if I wanted kids, and I said no. Then she blew a gasket and kicked me out. Unlike out regular fights where I just wait outside her room, Use my suite at the Palace, or just let her simmer down for a day and then she forgives me and we have-"
Serena stopped him. "Okay okay cut to the chaise."
"She just kicked me out again." Chuck slumped down in his seat. He couldn't believe that he ws confiding his love life in these two blond idiots who can't keep a relationship for less than a week. Especially when they are dating each other. In the end they were endgame.
"Uh Chuck, did you ever not use protection?" Serena awkwardly asked him.
"Yes once or twice. Why does that have anything to do with Blair and mine's relationship." Chuck groaned.
"No reason at all." Serena raised her eyebrows at Nate. He did it back.
"Just let her blow off some steam. She may just be on her period." Nate suggested.
"Or not. She may not get them for a while." Serena whispered under her breath and Nate nudged her.
"What was that?" Chuck asked.
"Nothing I just have this thing with KC to get done so I think I'll go. I'll call you later Chuck." Serena bolted as fast as she could to Blair's. At the penthouse there was the sight of no one. Just on the table a stack of letters. One for Eleanor, Cyrus, Nate, Herself, and Chuck. She opened the letter for herself.
S,
I just can't be here anymore. The news of my pregnancy is oblivious to Chuck, so don't tell him. He doesn't want children and I am pregnant.
With love always,
B.
Nate's letter said the same exact thing. She just threw out the ones for Eleanor and Cyrus knowing that they would tell Chuck. She stuffed the letters for the tree friends in her purse and texted Nate.
Serena: She's gone 4 a while. Give Chuck hints that she has one in the oven.
Nate: He's too drunk to even listen anymore. I'm takin him to the Empire.
Serena: She left him a little not also.
Nate: Read it Now! I don't want him 2 know right now.
Serena: She left because he didn't want their kid. Don't tell him till he is sober and forgotten about her. Then just blurt it out.
...
Present day
Greenwich, Connecticut
Charlotte Waldorf sat in class half-listening to the teacher droan on and on about the English part on the SATs. Then he started on a new topic. "Each of you will write a research paper about Charles Bartholomew Bass. He is the first person to make a billion dollars in a day. He was also the worlds youngest billionaire making one billion by nineteen on his deceased father's company. His hotel The Empire makes billions of dollars every year. He has a daughter who is also 17 and goes to Constance Billiard, our sister school in the Upper East Side. Your papers are due on Monday. Have a nice weekend." The teacher looked like he had no intentions of teaching and dismissed the kids.
"Chuck! Do you need a ride home?" Waverly Vanderbilt asked? She was spunky and her strawberry blond hair and eyes that were purple like Elizabeth Taylor's.
"Yeah my driver has the week off." Chuck followed the girl into the car. She pushed her heaband back on her straight hair. Unlike her mother she inherited pin straight hair. "I though the queen never went anywhere without her sacred limo?" Waverly mocked.
"Well that limo has the only decent scotch you can get around here." The young Waldorf complained.
"How do you drink that stuff? It tastes awful." Waverly scrunched up her face.
"I don't know. It soothes me. How about we look up that Bass guy online?"
"Yeah sure."
Charlotte took her laptop out of her bag. "Here he is." The man had a purple bow tie, a smirk that look like his regular face, and was toasting someone with a very full cup of scotch.
"Looks like you a little."
"Kinda." Chuck giggled.
"No I'm serious." Waverly said sternly. "I swear on Brooke's life."
"Where is she anyway?" Charlotte asked.
"Jacob took her home." Waverly rolled her eyes. The girl was going home with a new lacrosse player every week.
"Well she's missing our shopping trip to Louis Vuittion."
Waverly smiled. "That's what I am talking about."
...
Charlotte came home with almost too many shopping bags to hold. She walked into her house seeing the last person she expected to see.
"Mom!" She squealed. "I thought you were in Paris!"
"I came home early, and I see you had a little detour on the way home."
"Yeah I just got a couple of things." SHe put the bags on the ground and Dorota rushed them into the teenager's room. She took her laptop out and looked at his basic information. He was her mother's age and went to the brother school. SHe would know something about him.
"Mom!" She yelled into the living room.
"Yes Carly!" She called back running over to her daughter.
"What do you know about Charles Bass?" She asked.
Blair felt shocked. Did she know? When ever she thought about Chuck she just wanted to cry. What else did her little girl know? "I don't really know anything about Chuck."
The girl scrolled down a little. "That is weird because you called him Chuck and right here it say you were engaged."
How could she respond to that. "Well... We were partners in crime. Then we just drifted apart. I really don't feel like talking about this anymore." Blair felt sick. Like she was going to vomit.
"Well I'll leave you alone if you call me Chuck like everybody else does." Charlotte whined.
"No thank you, now I have work to do so go."
"Is he my father?" Carly asked.
"Uh No."
...
Clair Bass kept her eyes on the board not missing a single word the teacher said. "Blair Waldorf is the CEO of Waldorf designs. She has a daughter your age who goes to our sister school Marcelle Bradford in Greenwich." She twisted a curl around her finger. "She is the richest woman in the world with a net worth of 34 billion dollars and is in the top ten richest people in the world. First person to ever make a billion dollars on the release of a fashion line. Your paper is on her life and is due on Monday. Goodbye." The teacher dismissed them to leave. Clair stuffed her textbook neatly in her locker. She exited the school building trying to avoid the look of her minions. THey didn't deserve eye contact. Milo Sparks was leaning against his limo.
"Sparks."
"Bass."
"Do you plan on driving me home?" She smiled at him.
Milo opened the door. "If your dad doesn't murder me sure."
"So let me in Sparks."
He got out of the way. "God bless the Queen."
"You are so wrong. God hopes the Queen doesn't get mad." Milo's hand was on her leg.
...
The door of the elevator opened leaving Clair to go into the penthouse. Her father was sitting on the couch looking at some hotel proposals. One day she hoped they'd get a real house not a hotel.
"Hi Daddy." She sang sitting next to him. "I thought you weren't coming home early today."
"There was nothing left to do. Were you trying to sneak that Sparks boy in your room. I still don't like him. If he puts a hand on you I will-"
Clair tried to calm her father down. "He won't touch me. You sorta scare him."
"I better." Chuck snapped under his breath.
Clair sat down next to him and looked through her book bag for some homework and remembered the paper. Her laptop came out of her bag and she looked through her Wikipedia page. Daughter with the same birthday, signed by Barney's and Bergdorf's, and there was one thing that caught her eye.
"Daddy."
"Yeah sweetheart."
"Did you know a girl named Blair Waldorf?" She asked knowing the answer.
Chuck's face hardened at the sound of her name. "Don't you dare ever say that name all she ever brought was terror."
"Why? Because she left you cause she was pregnant." The young Bass spat.
"She wasn't pregnant." Chuck growled.
Clair stuck the computer in his face. "What does this say. It says that she left you and on the day of your wedding nine months she went into labor and had a kid. Are you saying that it's someone else's. Because-"
"Clair Tiffany Bass get your ass in your room." Chuck blasted. The younger Bass snatched her laptop and stormed into the room.
An hour later Chuck knocked on the door. "You can come in."
Chuck sat on the bed next to her. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"It's okay. Blair's a touchy subject for you. I kinda get it. The love of your life just leaves and you never hear from her again. That's okay to be pissed about." The brunette didn't really understand what her father was going through, but she could understand why he felt that way. Any person would.