It didn't take long to get back to the house. In fact, it seemed to take only minutes. Dorota stood at the door with the brown paper bag in her hand. Her face consisted of pure shock. She looked at my stomach then back to me. "Miss Blair..." She wavered, not knowing what to say. She didn't know whether to be happy or furious.

"Is that it?" I asked her. I grabbed the bag from her and ran To the bathroom. "Well, don't just stand there like an idiot!" I yelled to Dorota. She and Serena quickly following me into the bathroom. I dumped the contents of the bag into the sink. Four pregnancy tests. Serena and Dorota turned their backs so I could do what needed to be done. After peeing on all four sticks I sat them by their boxes and washed my hands.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited as patiently as I could. Serena stared at me, trying to find something different. I watched my foot tap against the cool bathroom floor to avoid her gaze. The timer rung beside me. I gathered all the confidence I had and walked to the sink. Four pink plus signs. It took a minute for me to understand what the plus sign meant. I frantically grabbed box after box looking for the symbols key. Plus is positive. Plus is positive. The words raced through my mind.

My whole body trembled. I grabbed the sink for support. Serena wrapped her arms around me, partly to comfort and partly to keep me from falling. I shook violently. Tears flowed from my eyes onto Serena. "I can't be pregnant Serena. I just...can't." She shushed me and rubbed my back. Ten minutes passed before I pulled away and looked at her. "What am I going to do? What am I going to tell my mother?" I whispered.

"You've got time Blair. You don't have to decide now." I squeezed her tightly and let go completely. I pulled my dress up and looked in the mirror. I turned from side to side. My hand moved to the small bulge in my stomach. That was my baby.

I removed my dress quickly and threw it on the ground. It felt...tainted. Obviously there was nothing wrong with it, but in my mind, it was guilty by association. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and eyes were red and blotchy. I sighed and moved to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed, not bothering to put something over my nearly-naked body. Serena laid down beside me. We looked up to the ceiling. "S, promise me you won't leave."

She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Never."

I closed my eyes and tried to go to my happy place. I heard Dorota excuse herself and go down to what sounded like the kitchen. There were footsteps and someone cleared their throat from the door. My eyes popped open. "Now this is a party I can get into." Serena and I sat up instantly. Chuck stood in the doorway with a huge smirk on his face. We both jumped up from the bed. Serena ran to close the bathroom door. "What? Not happy to see me?"

"What are you doing he Chuck?" I asked.

"Well, I thought I'd surprise you and we could eat dinner and go to your mother's party together. But this seems like more fun." he winked.

"i'll meet you downstairs."

I tried my best to push him out of the room but he easily evaded me. "What's in the bathroom?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Why is Serena guarding the door?"

"She's-" I started to say but Serena interrupted.

"You caught us. There's a guy in there."

"What guy?" Chuck looked at my ensemble of a bra and panties then back to the door.

"Our waiter from lunch." She said. "Blair liked him. I walked in on them."

Chuck looked furious. "Well maybe your new boyfriend can take you to the party. I'm sure he'll be a great conversation starter." Chuck snarled and stormed out of the room.

I glared at Serena but She put on a puppy dog face. "You told him you caught me with our waiter?" I yelled.

"Did you want him going in and finding the pregnancy tests?" she said defensively.

"With our waiter? You couldn't come up with anything better? Serena!"

"What does it matter? You said yourself that it was just casual sex." I opened my mouth and closed it again. Her eyes lit up. "It's not just casual sex is it? You love him!"

Serena didn't know how right she was. "Of course not! But he is the father of my theoretical child!"

"Theoretical?" she questioned.

"Don't change the subject."

"Look Blair, you can be as mad at me as you want but you couldn't have done any better in my situation. Now, if we don't get dressed, were going to be late to the party."

Serena was right. I didn't have a better explanation for Chuck, other than the truth. But I wasn't ready to tell Chuck. I still hadn't decided what I wanted to do. An abortion could solve the entire problem but I didn't think I could do it to my own child. Plus, I was probably to far along. I hadn't had a period in at least 3 months. Adoption seemed like the way to go. As long as I could find a good family. But in order to give the kid up for adoption, I'd have to tell everyone. Including Chuck and my parents.

Serena went to the closet and pulled out her dress. It was tightly fitted the whole way down. It had a high neckline. Just edgy enough for Serena. I followed her into the closet and took my dress of the hanger. Luckily, it was loose fitting and flowy. It with royal blue with a low v-neck. I put the dress on and went over to my vanity. I did my makeup to compliment the dress with lots of golds and a smoky eye. I pulled my hair up because it was still volumized from the night before. The only accessory I wore was the necklace Chuck gave me for my birthday.

Serena stood beside me in the full length mirror. We looked hot. Serena looked down at my stomach. "You really are pregnant." Serena said astonished.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I turned to the side and saw what she was talking about. My stomach was protruding from my body. My petite frame accentuated the baby bump just enough to make it noticeable. And my breasts looked like they would fall out of the dress any second. "Oh my god."

"Miss Blair! Your mother wants you downstairs!" Dorota called from down the hall.

Serena and I made our way down to the living room where my mother stood beside the fire place. Cyrus stood beside her. His hand made circular motions on the part of her back that her dress didn't cover. Her head was in her hands and she made sobbing noises. She turned when we entered the room. Her face was tear streaked and she was flushed. "You!" she snarled and her hand darted out to point at me. I stepped back in shock. "You ungrateful whore!"

"What are you talking about mother? Are you senile?" I exclaimed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" she threw a small piece of paper at me and I read it. It was a receipt. For pregnancy tests. "Who are you whoring around with? Tell me!"

"Eleanor! Calm down!" Cyrus said.

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm going to be a grandmother!" she screamed. "Answer! Who have you been fucking!"

"Mom please. Listen." I said weakly.

"Eleanor, calm down. Let's hear Blair out. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation." Cyrus interjected. He sat her down on the couch. Serena and I sat across from her. "Explain."

I tried to think of what to say. Nothing seemed to sound right. My mom gave me an evil look from across from me. I wasn't ready to tell my mom yet. I wasn't prepared for this. "I took a pregnancy test. Four actually. Mom, I think I'm pregnant."

Her eyes closed tightly and she shook her head. "I raised you better. You aren't a white trash slut. Your a prominent member of society. You have such a bright future Blair. I get that you have sex but to be so careless."

"I'm 19 years old. Its not a crime to have sex mother."

"Yes but you are a role model. You're held to a higher standard. You're still a teenager Blair!" She stood up and paced in front of us. "At least Nate is a good man. He's from a decent family with money. He will take responsibility and claim the child. It's not ideal but you three can have a wonderful future together."

Serena and I looked at each other shocked. Nate and I had been broken up for awhile now and Serena and him were together. I stood up. "Mom, this baby isn't Nate's." I said.

She turned and stared at me harshly. "What do you mean it's not Nate's?"

"Nate and I never...we were never...together like that."

"Then who's bastard child is this?"

"Chuck Bass'." I answered quietly.

Rage filled her face. It reminded me of cartoons where the steam blew out the character's ears. "You are having a child with Chuck Bass?" I nodded. She stayed silent for a long time. "You will terminate the pregnancy."

"What?" I whispered.

"Eleanor, you can't just make her-" Serena started.

"Serena this is none of your business. I think you should go now." Mom stated.

Serena looked at us all before turning to me, "Will you be ok?" she asked. I nodded and she hugged me tightly. "I'll see you at the gala." with that she left.

"I don't want Chuck to know about this. If Chuck finds out about this, he will want to be involved. As superficial as Chuck Bass is, I don't think he will agree to an abortion. He cannot know. We will make an appointment as soon as possible and this problem will be solved."

"I don't want an abortion."

"What? Do you realize how much disgrace you've caused this family? I should just ship you off to a convent! Your just lucky I'm such a good mother."

I was furious. She couldn't tell me what to do! I was an adult! "You? A good mother? Ha!" I said to spite her.

Her hand snapped back and collided with my cheek creating a pop so loud I felt my eardrums rattle. I fell back on the couch from the force. "You will not speak to me that way." she smoothed her dress and waved me off. "I'm done with you."

I stood up, ready to leave. I looked at my mother. I had never hated anyone so much in my life. But I knew i'd listen to her. She had that control over me. I would always do what she told me to. She returned to the fireplace. "Now my daughter's is fat and a slut." she muttered to herself.

I ran from the room and into my bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and stuck my middle finger down my throat. I heaved until I threw up. I repeated the process until there was absolutely nothing left in my stomach. I sat against the cool toilet bowl. The pregnancy tests stared at me. I was a slut. I'd had sex tons of times. I got what I deserved, a kid to ruin my life.

A/N: Starting to get intense!