Chuck yawned and rolled his eyes as he saw Blair curled up on the sofa watching Saturday morning cartoons. "Don't say it," She warned, as he came up behind her and rested his elbows on the back of the seat cushion.

"You know if I were to tell anyone that Blair Waldorf enjoys watching old re-runs of ancient kids programs they would never believe me." Chuck smirked.

"Just like nobody would ever believe me if I told them that it was your generous contributions to ABC that kept Grey's Anatomy running for an extra three seasons. Or that the box marked Playboys in your closet is actually home to all eight seasons." Blair retorted.

Chuck acknowledged the truth in that as he came and sat next to her. She lay her head on his chest and he kissed the top of her head. "Agree to never tell?"

"Agreed."

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"Blair!" Serena shrieked, storming into the apartment. "Blair!"

"What?" Blair demanded, rushing out of her bedroom dressed only in a robe. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"No!" Serena cried, "I mean yes, I mean I don't know!"

"Sweetie you need to calm down and tell me what's wrong." Blair wrapped her arm around her best friend's shoulders and leading her to sit down.

"Is Chuck here?" Serena asked a few seconds later, concentrating on keeping her breathing even.

"No. He's with Nate, they'll be gone all day." Blair assured her.

Serena nodded and rummaged around in her oversized handbag for something. When she finally found what she was looking for she silently handed the open box to Blair.

Blair's eyes widened and her hand flew up to her mouth.

"Help me." Serena pleaded.

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"Hey Babe," Chuck called as he entered the kitchen and tossed his keys down on the table. He smiled as he saw the pink, perfumed, sticky-note taped to the fridge. "Out with S, be back soon. Love you, Blair." He read aloud as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

He rattled the empty carton and made a mental note to buy more before Blair threw a fit. Or at least tell the maid to.

As he went to throw it in the bin he noticed a small pink rectangular box peeking out of the top. He reached down and picked it up just as the elevator dinged and Blair appeared behind him.

"Sorry, I thought I'd be back earlier but Serena needed me for something." Blair took off her coat and scarf before turning to her boyfriend. "Chuck?"

He turned to face her, still holding the box. "A pregnancy test. You're pregnant?" He asked hoarsely.

Blair's face paled. "Where did you find that? What you snoop through the bins now?" She snapped, purposely moving away from him.

"Blair," He grabbed her arm and spun her around again. "Tell me. Was it positive?" His dark eyes searched hers, his face earnest and pleading.

She nodded mutely. "Not me... Serena." She said brokenly as his arms reached around to envelope her. "She made me promise not to tell. She's terrified."

He just mumbled that he loved her into her hair.

"Chuck?" Blair said hesitantly as they lay in bed later that night.

"Hmm?" He replied.

"If the test was mine... Would it really be so bad?"

Chuck sighed, "We're only twenty-three Blair."

"I know." She said quietly, burying her face into his chest as her breathing slowed and her eyes closed.

Chuck's eyes traveled from the tiny brunette in his arms, to the framed photo of his mother that Blair had made certain to have adorning their bedside table, and back again. "No, Blair. It wouldn't be so bad." He tightened his grip around her as he shut his eyes.