Chuck Bass hated psychiatrists. They tried to get into his head; tried to understand him. He only wanted one person to understand him: Blair.

Despite his hatred of psychiatrists, he attended a mandatory therapy session every Tuesday and Thursday following his suicide attempt. On one October afternoon, he strode into Dr. Fritz's office, walking up to the cute receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here for Dr. Fritz."

"Hi Chuck," she said as sexily as she could (which was not very).

"Can I just go right on in? It's three o'clock now."

"Sure." He walked down a small hallway and wandered for a minute, finally finding his destination: room 3. He knocked on the door, and the doctor told him to enter. He immediately sat down.

"Good afternoon, Chuck," she smiled. "How are you doing today?"

"Very well. I went to the MoMA today."

"Today's Thursday, don't you have school?"

"Probably. I decided to take a mental health day, no pun intended."

"Chuck, school's very important. You're a senior! Don't you like school?"

"I actually loathe it."

"Why is that?"

"Usually I can stand the gossip; moronic freshmen thinking they know more than they do. But it's getting to me."

"Are people talking about your suicide attempt?"

"They're not talking about me." Dr. Fritz glanced at Chuck's file.

"Are they talking about Blair?"

"Yeah."

"What are they saying?"

"I don't know, I mostly just catch tidbits. Something about 'pregnant whore'. It bothers me when people say things about her."

"It's natural to be put off by gossip about our loved ones." She shifted in her chair. "Do you love Blair?"

"That's not exactly a simple question. There are factors, like if she's being a bitch that day."

"I think it's a pretty simple question. Do you love Blair?"

"Yes. I try not to, but I can't help it. I hate talking about my feelings towards her. It makes me feel like…I don't know!"

"It's like alcoholism, Chuck. Admitting it is the first step."

xxxx

At 21 weeks pregnant, Blair could no longer fit into any sort of uniform. She was devastated. Being pregnant and having a belly had drudged up past fears of weight gain. It sent her thoughts spiraling. If I could just stop gaining weight, it'd be perfect.

She pulled on a shift dress her mother had made for her and trekked downstairs. Blair found Eleanor sitting at the kitchen table.

"That dress looks good on you dear," she commented.

"Please don't patronize me, mother. I'm a blimp."

"You're not a blimp. You're housing another life."

"My uniform doesn't fit anymore."

"Again?" Eleanor sighed. "Alright, I'll…I'll see if Jenny can make some alterations."

"I don't think alterations are going to fix it. Maybe I should just be home schooled. I could wear whatever I wanted."

"Blair! We talked about this."

"I know, but it would make things easier. Dr. Baumann said I need to relax, and I could if I could stay here."

"Alright, I'll consider it," she spat out. "Don't you have plans with Chuck today?"

"We're going and looking at cribs."

"Have a good time, dear."

xxxx

"What do you think of this one," Chuck asked, pointing to a crib. Blair waddled over to it and ran her fingers along the wood.

"I think it just gave me a splinter. Absolutely not!"

"Blair, we've been to five stores. Can you please just make up your mind?"

"Chuck! This is out child's first bed. I want it to be perfect." She spied a white crib and touched it. "This one's nice."

Chuck took a moment to observe the scene. He loved that a pregnant Blair was much shapelier. She finally has breasts and hips.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, what did you say?"

"I said you're beautiful."

"Chuck, please don't. We talked about it. Right now we're focusing on the baby, not us."

"I can't help it. You really are stunning." He brushed her cheek. "I've never found you more attractive."

"Okay, now you're lying. I'm humongous."

"You know, there's a dressing room over there. I bet we could both go in without anyone noticing."

"You're a perv, Bass. You want to have sex in a baby boutique," she whispered.

"Absolutely." He grabbed her hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Chuck stared into her eyes.

"Okay, but if we get caught, you were just helping me try on a sweater," she giggled as she pulled him into the room.