Chapter 9
Eventually Chuck came back to school too and together he and Blair were able to present their science project about the Large Mouth Bass, which despite their visions of grandeur, turned out to be a five page report and a five minute video which Chuck titled as 'Bass Porn.' Despite the questionable title, the video turned out to be various scenes they'd shot at the aquarium, interspersed with a soundtrack they could've only found from some of Chuck's favorite videos. All in all, the project garnered them an A-, which to Chuck was great (since he was somewhat of a slacker and just slid by with B's and C's through his own efforts), but Blair, ever the perfectionist was slightly appalled.
"An A-? Working with you, Bass, earned us an A-? I haven't gotten a grade like that since the 6th Grade! There goes my perfect GPA!" Blair fumed when she read the grade sheet aloud to Chuck, then shoved it at him.
"Indeed...although I was going to apologize, but now I'm not sure if it is entirely my fault. The page of our report with the most errors appears to be the page that you wrote. Tsk tsk...so many grammatical errors." he mused as he glanced over the grade sheet and held it out of her reach.
"What? Chuck give me that!"
"No...you must forfeit first." he mused.
"No..." she argued as she tried to pull the paper away.
"Yes...broom closet in five...then I'll give you back your paper." he mused with a seductive whisper.
"All right, but I don't want to be late to class...and this better be worth it." she replied.
"Best forty-five seconds of your life..." he seductively replied.
"Forty-five seconds?" she replied, rather perplexed as she followed him into the janitor's broom closet.
As Chuck said, they got right down to business...or should I say Bassness...skipping the forplay and going right into a quickie up against the door. Their experience lasted more than forty-five seconds, but it did last less than three minutes, and was enough to whet their appetites for later. In the meantime, Blair got her paper back from Chuck and realized that he had been correct and that the major reason why they hadn't earned a solid A was due to her grammatical errors on pages three through four. (How she or the grammar check program hadn't caught all of those errors she didn't know, although she blamed it on 'pregnancy brain' which she could then blame that on Chuck Bass.) The teacher though had apparently loved Chuck's video and that was what actually kept it from being a straight B, so begrudgingly she had to thank Chuck for that.
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A few more weeks passed and soon it was nearly Valentines Day, as Blair and her friends (although they were more her minions) planned a Valentines Day party at Francois Chocolate Bar for an intimate group of about twenty five of their classmates. She had wanted it to be like the Kiss On The Lips Party and the masquerade ball she'd held once before, but more dignified and less controversial. Hoping to be able to achieve that, they planned it all down to the letter, including who was invited and who wasn't.
The day before the party though, Blair had an appointment with her OBGYN where she learned some startling news indeed.
"Blair...I know you have been considering the possibility of surrendering your child for adoption but what I'm about to show you may come as a surprise. I've performed a few minor tests, but my preliminary findings indicate that...Congratulations Blair, you're having twins..." her doctor admitted.
"TWINS? I'M...HAVING TWINS?" Blair gasped in complete surprise.
"Yes...and that's not all...because based on this ultrasound...I fear they might be conjoined..." the doctor admitted solemly.
"WHAAT? CONJOINED? CHUCK BASS KNOCKED ME UP WITH A PAIR OF SIMESE TWINS?" Blair nearly yelled at the doctor from her perch on the examination table, as the doctor tried to calm her down.
"Well it is just a preliminary guess right now, although if you just relax a bit, I'll show you the ultrasound of your two fetuses." her doctor said as she tried to calm down Blair so that she could do the preliminary ultrasound live.
"This is not the type of ultrasound that would show what my baby...babies would actually look like, is it?" she cautiously asked.
"Look like? Oh no no...this isn't the 3D ultrasound machine yet. You're not far enough along in your pregnancy for that yet. Just this...oh look, see here are the two embryonic sacs...and here is where there might be an issue..." the doctor said as she began to babble off more scientific jargon in terms of pregnancy, the possibility of conjoined twins and where they were conjoined at. Blair in the meantime was more than a bit concerned about her condition and her children and how she would break the news to Chuck Bass because eventually he would have to know. When she left her appointment, Blair was glad she had at least Dorota to lean on as she contemplated her future.
On the way home they stopped at the duck pond at Central Park, and as she sat on a bench feeding the ducks that were there at that time of year, Blair contemplated everything in her mind and aloud to her maid and confidant. "Oh Dorota, what am I going to do? Twins? Possibly conjoined twins...with Chuck Bass? This is...unbelievable! I feel like I'm in a dream or a nightmare or something...and I can't wake up. I don't know what to do with myself...my life is so dramatic...but its a drama I can't control." she cried.
Dorota took her hand and patted her on the back as she tried to comfort her employer and friend in her time of need, offering her advice as well as solace. "Miss Blair...I think you should learn to let go...give control of drama over to God or something...because as they say in my old country...we are never meant to make it on our own...when the load becomes too heavy and your feet too tired to walk we will carry you and we'll be carried on..."
"Really? That's quite the saying, Dorota. Did it really come from your old country?" Blair asked, a bit surprised.
"Well...yes and no. It came from Poland...from a Rebecca St. James concert I saw with friends when she play in Polish capital city in 1999. But still good advice...yes?" she replied sheepishly.
"Ha ha...yes I suppose you're right, Dorota." Blair chuckled.
"I lend you her CD, Pray. It is a good CD with good advice...make you feel...at peace...yes?" Dorota commented.
"Okay, sure. Right now I'll listen to anyone's advice as long as its sane." Blair replied with a sigh.
"Good. Then I bake you favorite dessert and you can forget troubles and feel better...yes." she replied.
"Yes." Blair replied as she did feel a little bit better then.
Once they arrived back at her family's penthouse apartment, Blair listened to the album Dorota let her borrow, then decided to save it onto her PC and transfer a few songs onto her iPod to listen to at other times. As she listened to the music initially and ate the dessert Dorota whipped up, Blair did feel a bit better, even if she knew that a crème brulee and a dozen or so Christian pop songs wouldn't solve all of her problems...still they helped to salve some of her inner turmoil a bit.
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It was a few days later that the day of the Valentines Day Party arrived. Blair wanted the party to go off as perfectly as possible because she didn't want to ruin her reputation as the consummate party hostess, so thus everything had to go as plan, from the caterer to the decorator to the invitations and her red Valentino gown that she had especially created to her specific conditions. She was just fortunate that the baby doll dress with an empire waist was currently in at the moment, because she was just starting to show with her unexpected pregnancy, but she didn't want to be too obvious yet.
She had just arrived at the party with her minions, slightly behind schedule so as to be fashionably late, when she scanned the crowd and saw that it was a good mix of people, nearly a packed house with others trying to get in past the velvet ropes. Perhaps she should have hired more security guards, but having not spoken to Chuck in a while, she hadn't been able to hire a few of the bouncers from the night club in the basement of the Palace Hotel or Chuck's club Victrola as was her usual method of getting security.
Blair hoped that things would be able to stay in control tonight as well as possible, as she milled through the crowd, greeting her guests, nibbling on hor' dervs, and trying to avoid the champagne without being too obvious. After checking over the party once, Blair finally spotted Chuck standing off in a corner talking with a few other guys, so she started to wander closer to him until he sensed her presence and turned toward her with a sly grin. He seemed to telepathically sense that she wanted to see him alone as he nodded of to the side and she came to him, drawing him into a room off to the side.
"Hm...so did you come here to talk...or something more?" he asked, seductively bemused as he unbuttoned his dinner jacket and slunk into a loveseat on the far side of the room.
"Talk...but what...do you expect me to strip for you or something?" she asked sarcastically bemused.
"That would be an added bonus to our...conversation now wouldn't it?" he mused, staring up at her with his seductive brown eyes.
"Yeah...you wish..." she seductively chuckled, clearly considering it.
"Mm...yes...how is my baby doing? Still causing you trouble...like a true Bass?" he mused as he traced his hand over her stomach, trying to feel for his offspring.
"What do you think? Do you want to see it, Chuck?" she mused as she went to unzip her dress.
"Yes...if you will..." he replied as he reached up to help her with the zipper as she turned around and let him.
Blair turned back around then and let her dress fall to the floor, as Chuck helped her lift the hem of her slip, then drew her close to look at the slight bulge of her belly that was indicated where the next generation of the Waldorf and Bass families was growing inside the body of one thin teenage girl. He traced his fingers down her abdomen pondering what was in front of him as he drew her close and whispered "So this is where it is? My...our...baby?"
"Yes...our baby...and speaking of that...we have to talk..." she sighed as she felt his breath on her skin from his nose and mouth as he pulled her close. Before she could say more, Chuck began to rub his face against her, breathing in her scent, before he began to kiss her there, sensuously kissing and sucking on her skin, tracing his tongue in her navel, and momentarily driving her wild.
Even if Blair wanted to talk, Chuck didn't want to listen. "Mmm...the smell of her skin...the smell of her cunt...I just wanna eat you up...and fuck you senseless Blair Waldorf...and I will in a minute...So babble on...while I tend to you baby...Then I can take care of more pressing issues out there..." Chuck thought as Blair regained her composure enough to go on with what she had to tell him.
"...Speaking of our baby...well...I think that needs to be amended a bit..." she sighed as he slipped her bikini down her hips and began to thrust his whole face between her legs, nudging his large nose against her clit as his mouth, with its wicked lips and tongue began to pleasure her folds.
"...Mm...?" he hummed right into her in inquiry, as he half listened and she lost track of thought momentarily.
"Ye-esss...our baby...is actually babies...Yes Chuuuck...we're having twins..." she moaned as she held up two fingers, which he misinterpreted, thinking that she wanted him to do what he'd just done, to give her twin orgasms. So he did it again, causing her to sensuously moan and nearly pull his dark hair out by the roots.
"Thanks...Chuck...twin orgasms...I love it! But that's not what I'd meant. We're having twin...babies...and they might be...conjoined..." she gasped as he began using his fingers as well to pleasure her, but suddenly something seemed to click with Chuck as he glanced up at her, his face sticky with her essence, as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off his face.
"Twins?...Conjoined?...Like..Siamese twins?" he asked skeptically as he stared into her eyes to judge whether he'd heard her correctly or not.
"Yes...we're having twins, Chuck...and the doctor said that they might be connected in someway like Siamese twins or whatever...Surprise..." she dejectedly admitted as she still had to ponder what she'd just told him.
"Shit...fucking...shit!" he quietly swore as he looked down and stared into space, getting a look that appeared like he was developing a migraine or something.
Before either of them could go on though, Chuck's mobile phone suddenly buzzed, he swore again, then mumbled "I've gotta go...take care of some business..." as he growled, gently pushed her out of his way as he stood up from the love seat sofa, and walked out of the room, leaving Blair rather perplexed.
"Chuck...what's going on?" she mumbled as she scrambled to put her dress back on and follow him out of the room.
It was easy to find where Chuck had went to, because a large knot of party crashers had formed in the entrance to the location. Apparently a large contingent of students from rival schools such as St. Sebastien's and Chapin had crashed the party, looking to settle a score or cause trouble in general. Some of them were from the Lacrosse teams, and Blair had known that St. Jude's Lacrosse team had beaten St. Sebastien's in a recent match, but that didn't seem to be the only trouble. Apparently Sebastien Chatsworth, a wily character not that dissimilar to Chuck, who attended St. Sebastien's was also there with some of his lackeys with seemingly his own score to settle.
"Ah...Seb Cat...I didn't realize you'd be gracing us with your presence tonight here at this little soirée. And I see you've brought friends..." Chuck mused, his voice steely and sly.
"Yes...Bass...I knew that I could draw you out if I used the right lure...and the St. Sebastien's Lacrosse team seemed like the perrrfect fit." Sebastien growled coyly giving him a Cheshire cat grin.
"You have two minutes to leave...before you're out on your ass you wily cat." Chuck replied.
"Two minutes is all I need for you to hand over what is mine. You burned me on that deal...so now I'm here to grill you up and swallow you whole..." Seb replied.
"Our deal was fair...to me. I can't help it if you couldn't see the error of your ways. Plus, let's just say it is retribution for a deal you fucked me over with last year." he laughed menacingly.
"I fucked you over? Oh you'd love me to do that to you, wouldn't you Fuck Ass?" he guffawed as he insulted Chuck with a nickname he despised.
Chuck started to launch himself at Sebastien, ready to pummel his face in, until Blair stopped him in the nick of time, saying "Calm down Chuck, he's just being an idiot. You two don't need to go all Outsiders on me and get into a rumble or whatever." as she soothed him a little.
"Aw isn't that sweet...the little boy hides behind his girlfriend's skirts. I didn't know you'd gone that soft, Bass. Have you?" Seb mused with a purr.
"Well at least I have a girlfriend. When was the last time you've had a woman who you haven't had to pay for? Isn't it convenient that Victrola is just down the street...yet you're barred from entering because of the double crossing asshole you are." Chuck mused delightfully.
Insulted enough, Seb lost his patience as brass knuckles suddenly appeared on his hands just before he launched himself at Chuck. Unable to stop them, Blair was horrified (albeit slightly turned on) to see Chuck and Seb brawling like that, as each tried to throw a blow at the other. Soon the lacrosse teams joined in the me lee that totally turned the party into a shambles. Somehow in all of it, Blair got between Chuck and Sebastien, and when the one threw a sucker punch, it landed on her instead, causing her to land against a wall and collapse to the floor.
Chuck saw Blair fall and tried to get to her, but he'd only held her a bit, when the police arrived and one of the guys from the Bass Industries security team arrived and whisked them away. They were taken to an emergency room, where they were separated, with Blair being sent to an area within the hospital, while Chuck was treated and released and taken back to the Palace Hotel to await reprimand from his father's new fiancée, Lily Vander Woodsen. All in all, it certainly wasn't the Valentines Day either had anticipated.
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After the brief hospital visit, Blair was whisked home to relax in complete bed rest for the sake of her delicate condition, but unfortunately it was too little too late...and her especially high risk pregnancy went the way of nature sometimes with such things. A quick trip to her gynocologist for an examination and a D & C...and it was all over with...as if she'd gone to Planned Parenthood all along. But this had been nature and spontaneity, not intentional. (Or was it?)
Blair kept playing the scenario in her mind over and over again, drawing herself between the two rivals to stop the man she loved from further injury and humiliation...but instead she'd gotten in the middle and received the first blow...or at least what she thought was the first blow. (No one ever got anywhere through pugilism, unless he made heavyweight champion and won a tidy purse and earned some skinny model trophy wife in the process.) It was about as bad as a tragic, Oscar winning film...just one blow harder and she could've ended up a Million Dollar Baby...instead a billionaire's grandchild (or children) had been spontaneously aborted because she'd done the stupid thing and had tried to play the heroine in the movie of her life, with tragic results.
Afterwards, a small part of her was glad that she wouldn't have to deal with being a mother just yet...because the unexpected news of impending motherhood had put a damper on her plans for the future...let alone her usual plans for the weekend. But another part of her felt...hollow somehow. Like she had lost a part of herself in her doctor's office or her bathroom toilet or whatever it had happened entirely, because she had. Not only did she now feel physical pain but also emotional pain and uncertainty. Especially when she pondered about letting Chuck know. Oh how she hated to picture that scene.
After a few days rest, Blair timidly went back to school amidst the rumors and the gossip flying because of her absence, with it all drawing back to the fight that had broken out between Chuck Bass and his rival. The rumors about her or Chuck being knocked into a coma proved not to be true...and the rest she tried to ignore as best she could as she made it through her day at Constance. At the end of the day, Blair received a text message from Chuck, saying that he wanted her to meet him at a certain location near Central Park, so reluctantly she went there, curious to what he wanted.
She waited several minutes, shivering in the cold as she sat on that bench, until finally someone arrived, slipping onto the bench beside her, sliding over nonchalantly as he whispered under his breath.
"Hello Waldorf..."
"Hello Bass...Interesting choice of locales to meet...the bench closest to Belvedere Castle..."
"Yes...well you like castles and royalty...so...obvious choice. How are you doing? Surviving?"
"Yes...a little cold perhaps...but I'm surviving. So why all of the secrecy?" she asked.
"My father has me under hotel arrest...as if he can...I just wanted to see if you were fine...and weren't going to sue me..." he whispered.
"No...I don't plan to sue you...I did have to go to a doctor though...so I'm glad you wanted to talk..." she began.
"Doctor? Are you expecting me to foot the bill?" he asked.
"No..."
"Good I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I don't know what happened. Anyway, I found this and thought it would amuse you. Let's say it's your Valentines Day gift a bit late.." he mused as he tried to hold back a chuckle when he handed her the gift.
Carefully Blair opened the small oblong package, which was almost the size of a DVD case, but when she opened it, she discovered in was a thin cardboard box with a chocolate bar inside. "A fish? You got me a chocolate bar...that is shaped...like a fish?" she muttered as she glanced down at her gift.
"Yes but look closely at it...and tell me what you think." he mused.
"Okay...its a...chocolate...Bass...wearing a tuxedo...and a bowtie...and carrying a bouquet of roses? And the caption says 'I'm Not Throwing You Back!' Ha ha very cute...a chocolate Chuck Bass?" she laughed skeptically as she studied the foil wrapper that made the fish shaped chocolate bar look like that.
"Yes...so do you like it? The Bass man immortalized in chocolate...literally! Ha ha! I sold the idea to Palmer and plan to make a cool million for them, getting kickbacks for every five sold. Brilliant idea, hmm?" he joked.
"Yes very interesting indeed..." she pondered, wondering what else to say. "I'm surprised that you didn't pad your ego even further and have the chocolate bar actually shaped like you...or part of you." she teased sarcastically.
"Ha ha I love how your mind works...and how do you know that I didn't? The fish was courtesy of a bodega around the corner...but this is courtesy of one of the XXX shops or Spencer's Gifts." he smirked as he handed her another gift box.
"You bought my Valentines Day candy from a bodega and a sex shop?" Blair moaned as she opened the next box cautiously and peered inside. "Oh yes...nothing says 'Happy Valentines Day' like a white chocolate candy bar shaped like a penis." she sarcastically replied, adding "I'm sure you received some curious stares from the cashier when you bought this thing." as she tried to suppress a giggle.
"That's why I always try to keep them guessing." he winked at her with a laugh, then leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, saying "Happy Valentines Day baby...Mm...are you cold?"
"Yeah a little bit."
"I'm in a generous mood...here you can use my scarf." he replied as he removed his monogrammed cashmere scarf and wrapped it around her neck as he usually wrapped his own scarves around himself.
"Thanks...Chuck." she replied.
"Don't mention it. Hm...are you hungry? You look a little...pale or something...and I'm starving...so let's get something to eat." Chuck suggested, as he hailed a cab and they rode it to a bistro not far from where Blair lived. Once there, Chuck ordered them both omelets and mocha cappuccinos, making sure to add extra foam to the one for Blair, which she thought was sweet. They began to eat, but then Blair became nervous because she didn't know what to say when Chuck made a comment about their baby.
"You going to eat that?" he asked.
"No, you can have it...I don't eat chicken abortions. They make me gag." she said stubbornly.
Chuck reached across the table. "I'll eat them, if you don't want them."
"All right, if you want to be a pig." Blair teased as she pushed the plate with most of her egg white omelet still on it, across the table to him.
"Well you said you didn't want them. Right, Blair? I can't help it if I'm still a growing boy." Chuck said, scarfing Blair's omelet. "Mm...I'm hungry enough to be the one eating for three instead of you. Didn't you tell me the other night...we're having twins?" he mumbled between bites.
"Chuck...don't talk with your mouth full! It's disgusting!" she chided, rolling her eyes.
"Yes mother..." he smirked, wiping off his mouth. "See...you're a good one already." he teased.
"Yes well speaking of that..." Blair began, nervously clearing her throat as she began tearing her paper napkin under the table, while she tried to think of a way to break the news to Chuck. Suddenly though their cellphones both simultaneously buzzed to signal an incoming text message from Gossip Girl.
'Spotted: B and C having a less than covert meeting in Central Park and bistro off Fifth. I wonder what C will think if rumors prove true that B didn't go to a spa to do a yoga contortion, but instead to a free clinic for an impromptu abortion? I guess she's just doing her part to keep Planned Parenthood busy...'
Solemnly, Chuck looked down at the text message on his phone, rubbing his thumb across the screen as if to rub away the message, as his mood became serious and he looked her in the eye, a stern look to his face as he asked, "Is it true? Did you..."
"No! I didn't go to Planned Parenthood, Chuck! I don't know where Gossip Girl heard that rumor? I went to my doctor." she gasped as she tried not to cause a scene in the restaurant.
"Are you still...pregnant?" he asked slowly, afraid at what her reply would be.
"No...I'm not anymore...I'm sorry..." she solemnly admitted, but he wouldn't let her.
"I...KNEW IT! Maybe it wasn't a free clinic, but a trip to your doctor still resulted in the same. The ultimate rejection...aborting my children...what a wonderful way to say 'I love you.' Yeah right." he sarcastically fumed as he began to get up from the table.
"No...Chuck that's not how it happened! I was having pains...and was starting to bleed...so I went to the doctor...and it just happened. I'm so sorry. Anyway, I didn't know you actually wanted to be a father so much, Chuck Bass." she replied, trying to draw him back to listen to her explanation.
"Maybe I did...and maybe I didn't...but either way, it was going to be a way to prove to my father that I could take responsibility and not be seen as a wastrel...but not anymore. Now that you've aborted my heir, you're just like the Arabians my father used to own. If any of them proved to be poor breeders, we would...make sure they were rode hard and put away wet...so that we would never want them again, and neither would anyone else." Chuck replied, exaggerating his story about how his family treated their brood mares mainly to scare Blair.
"Omigod! CHUCK! Ergh! I can't believe you! Well if you're going to think that of me, then fine! I have better things to do than listen to you compare me to your father's sweaty horses!" she fumed, as she collected her packages, purse, and so forth and strode out of the bistro, hailing a cab to take her home. Once she got home, she fumed around her bedroom and sulked like the teenager she still was. Frustratingly she tried on a few looks from her wardrobe, but nothing would suffice, so she stole a few outfits from her mother's latest collection, which reminded her of Audrey Hepburn and made her look more sophisticated. To look even more sophisticated though, Blair decided to take even more drastic measures and began to try to cut Chuck Bass right out of her hair! However the end results of her attempt at self styling resulted in a look that was less chic and gamine like Audrey in Roman Holiday...and slightly more like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby! (Oo watch out!) Although maybe a little like Edie Sedgwick, if Blair was lucky. Either way it was a look she hadn't anticipated when she first began.
"Ah the shit men make us do, sometimes...No make that all the time! Happy Valentines Day indeed!" Blair fumed in her mind as she flopped on her bed and decided to watch some of her favorite classic movies to bide her time.
