Title: Cross My Heart
Pairing: Blair/Chuck
Rating: T
Summary: "Spotted: B & C leaving JFK airport with more than matching clothes. Is that a gold ring on your ring finger, B? And it seems that C has one too. Could it really be? Are our former queen and UES's notorious playboy...married?"
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Gossip Girl.
A/N: So, it's been a long time since I last updated. I apologise for that and just wanted to thank EVERYONE who's stuck by me with this story. Okay, to be honest, I've had a major lack of inspiration and even right now, I don't think my muse is working. I don't think that I did my best in this chapter and I'll admit that my writing's been pretty dull. I'm honestly not sure when I'll write the next chapter, but hopefully it'll at least be before September 1 and my exams. Ah sighh. Hope you guys enjoy! BIG THANKS to NAT and SouJiro-LoVeR!

It was no surprise that the following day at school, the gossip mill was high with rumours that Blair was pregnant. The moment Blair and Chuck had stepped out of their limo onto the school property, stares and fingers were pointed in their direction, reminiscent of when they had first made their marriage public. Chuck gave Blair a sideways glance, but found that she was staring blankly at the open courtyard in front of her, watching as the students made no secret of their gossip.

"You're not pregnant," Chuck said to her as a statement to re-boost her confidence whilst they walked in sync, glaring at their fellow classmates.

"I never wanted to be," she replied vacantly.

"Well, then stop looking like you did," he hissed back to her and she rolled her eyes, walking ahead of him in annoyance. Chuck stopped walking at the sound of his name being called and spun around to find his stepsister scampering towards him, a concerned expression on her face.

"Hey, what happened yesterday?" she asked, as she and Chuck watched Blair disappeared into the building by herself, clearly not in the best mood. Serena was quite aware that it had been their first visit to the OB/GYN yesterday and had tried calling Blair numerous times last night but all she had gotten was Blair's chipper voice mail.

"She's not pregnant," Chuck said flatly and Serena looked blankly at him, her mouth shaped perfectly in an 'o', and confusion spreading over her face. Despite Chuck's urge to pull out a 'dumb blonde' insult, he surprisingly didn't fell up to it and proceeded with glaring down a freshman.

"But…I saw the test…she's pregnant…" Serena stammered.

"It was false. There is no baby," he said monotonously, but there was something in his voice that made Serena think that there was more to her stepbrother than met the eye.

"Chuck…did you want that baby?" she said, raising her eyebrows as he faced her, a faint tug at his lips.

"Serena, I'm Chuck Bass. Children are not in my horoscope."

"But they could be in your future," she insinuated.

Chuck glared at her sorely and racked his brain for a smart retort, but for once in his life, Chuck Bass was left without the last say. He dropped his gaze to the ground for a split second and tightened his jaw. As much as he had tried to deny it to himself, this 'baby' had sparked a feeling in him. He still didn't know what it was, but it still lingered in his body, mocking him as he and Blair had to live through the aftermath.

Last night, Blair had barely said a word to him after he had shown her the picture, merely nodding her head in a menacing move, and heading straight to the bathroom where she stayed for a good, solid hour. He hadn't questioned her when she emerged, instead watching as she snatched the phone from his hands, and said plainly, "So, what are we going to do?"

Chuck regained his composure and turned to face Serena, saying clearly, "They could be…but they won't be Blair's."

The full impact of his words hit Serena as he walked off dejectedly into the building and for once, she felt sorry for her stepbrother. True, they had had their fair share of ups and downs, but even she had to admit that during the past couple of months, he had acted in a way that she could almost be proud of. She had watched as he had begun to grow considerate of Blair and adapt to her feelings, acting – dare she say it – remotely human and less of the Bass ass that he was.

As Dan sneaked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, Serena only wondered how long it would take before they realised that they loved each other.

"Girls, move out of the way. White trash coming through," Hazel announced maliciously as she caught sight of Blair walking towards her and her group. As the girls laughed, Blair paused in her stride, having heard exactly what Hazel had said. She prepared herself with her favourite armoured smile and strode to where Hazel was standing, eyeing her intensely.

"Hazel," Blair said sweetly, slipping her hand into her blazer pocket, feeling for her phone.

"Blair," Hazel replied equally as saccharine, "I forgot that they let whores into Constance."

"Well, obviously or else you'd have no where else to go."

Students began to crowd the hallway, watching as the former Queen and the current one stood toe to toe, preparing for the worst.

"You know what, Hazel, I'll give you three seconds," Blair said. She felt a warm hand place itself on her shoulder and instantly knew who was standing beside her, ready to take on her former 'friend'.

"Three seconds till what?" Hazel asked incredulously, although a sharp pain on her side told her that trouble was brewing and she was about to be hallway stew.

"Three seconds till you realised that you're fighting a losing battle. There's only one Queen Bee and you and I are staring at her," Chuck said, taking Blair's hand in his. Blair felt his gaze pierce her, but she couldn't look at him, afraid of what she'd see. Instead, she kept her eyes on Hazel who herself was growing nervous at what they were concocting.

"Blair's reign's over like last season's pair of Manolo Blahniks," Jenny snidely commented from Hazel's side.

"How would you know? You don't even own a pair," Blair refuted, looking at her former protégé in disgust. She faced Hazel once more, whipping her phone out of her pocket and saying proudly, "Any last words before I destroy you?"

And before Hazel could reply, Blair pressed a button on her phone, with an innocent, "Opps, too late."

Hazel's mouth dropped and Chuck smirked as people's phones started to ring simultaneously. Instantly, everyone reached for their devices, curious to see what Blair had up her sleeve and as soon as their eyes met the screen, they all gasped in shock, amazed at what they were seeing. Hazel grabbed Jenny's phone and when she saw the latest message from Gossip Girl, she gasped in horror, realising that her 'secret' was now out in the open. It had never dawned on her that she would get caught, but the living proof was staring her in the face, like a smack on the head.

"Told you you where a whore," Blair said, taking Chuck's hand and leading him through the stunned students that faced Hazel with mockery and ridicule. "Everyone knows that hooking up with a newly engaged man is a no-no in the UES…especially one who's old enough to be your father."

By the end of the day, Blair's pregnancy had become a rumour of yesterday and Hazel's sudden disappearance was the latest buzz. She had gone missing right after the exposal of her affair with Samuel Johnson, a media mogul in his early 40s, who had recently been engaged to his long time girlfriend.

It truly amazed Blair how vicious the UES was, but then again, she was notorious for her wicked ways. As she waited outside the school for Chuck to arrive, she watched as the students passed her, afraid to look her in the eye. They feared her … just the way she liked it. She waved at them casually, sending them fake grins and all they could do was quiver and pretend to be friendly.

"How does it feel to be on top again, your highness?" said Serena as she stood next to Blair, no doubt shocked at how quickly Blair had regained her throne.

"Like it should be," Blair said positively, radiating with satisfaction.

"So, where does this leave you and Chuck?"

"Excuse me," Blair said, raising her eyebrows at her best friend, despite the tugging feeling at her heart.

"Come on, Blair. You guys had an agreement. His help for your throne. Well, you've got it, so what happens now?" Serena asked.

"Well, I suppose we get a divorce or something," Blair uttered, glancing at her nails to avoid Serena.

"Blair, we both know, that it's not as simple as that."

"Yes, it is. All we have to is sign a piece of paper."

Serena scoffed and tried again. "Blair, you have feelings for Chuck. It's so obvious. And even though, Chuck may be the spawn of Satan, it's easy to see that he has feelings for you." Blair raised her head slowly, unwillingly listening to what Serena had to say. "I know that I don't have the best relationship with Chuck, but even I can tell that he's falling in love with you."

Blair didn't realise that her mouth had dropped until Chuck had finally made his way to them, puzzled as to Blair's reactions.

"What's wrong with your face?" Chuck said as Serena laughed and Blair scowled, shaking her head.

"Nothing, Serena's just commenting on her latest sexcapade with Humphrey," Blair replied, to Serena's annoyance.

"Can I get a ride?" Serena asked smugly as Blair walked towards the limo, but the grimace on Blair's face was enough for her to know the answer. "Have fun you two!"

As soon as they entered the limo, Chuck asked Blair curiously, "What was she going on about?"

Blair shook her head and looked out the window at Serena waving to them, replying, "Nothing important."

It didn't take long for Chuck to realise that Blair was still acting strange. Once they had arrived back at their suite, Blair had immediately separated herself from him, heading straight to the bed where she took her laptop out, doing something aimlessly on it.

And as usual, he had headed to the bar, no doubt watching as she 'subtly' shot him tiny glances. The events of today had been a whirlwind. It surprised him how quickly Blair had regained her crown and to be honest, it disappointed him. Ever since last night, he had secretly hoped that their plan wouldn't work because deep down, he knew he wasn't ready for their façade to crack and for his imminent return to reality.

"Chuck."

Chuck glanced up, slipping out from behind the bar and moving closer to Blair, who gazed at him with an almost sad expression.

"What happens now?"

"Well, now there's nothing stopping us from getting a divorce," Chuck said, almost sullenly, shrugging his shoulders and taking a swag from his scotch. He sat down next to Blair on the bed, waiting for her to prod on, but she sat quietly, unsure of what to say or act. "Besides, it's not like you want to stay married to me," Chuck said temptingly, his gaze meetings hers and she smirked, rolling her eyes without apphrehension.

"Sure, Chuck. My dream come true," she laughed, but that quickly died as her words rang a familiar tune and he looked at her without conviction, his eyes secretly pleading for her to tell him that what he wanted to hear. "Well, we can't stay married. It'd-it'd be uncoventional, it'd-it'd be..."

But before she find the proper words to express the lie she was trying to believe, he pressed his lips onto hers, finally succumbing to the temptation that was Blair Waldorf. At first, she tried to resist, but as the kiss deepened, she let herself go, allowing herself to be overcome by the sensuous taste of his lips. Blair moaned softly as he pressed harder, sliding his hands over her back, caressing the skin revealed by her uniform. They knew that after this moment, their situation would become even more complicated, but that was the last thing on their minds as their bodies moved together, waiting to be joined. Blair fumbled her hands to the front of Chuck's shirt, trying to undo the first button, but before she could, he grabbed her petite hands and whispered gently into her ear, "Are you sure?"

She greedily kissed him, closing her eyes as she allowed his lips to ravage her body and just as she was undoing his collar button -

"CHUCK! BLAIR! CHUCK! BLAIR!"

They stopped regretably and pulled apart from each other, panting as they gave each other a guily glance. Chuck stood up from the bed, ready to kill the person pounding on the door.

"What?!" Chuck answered angrily, as he opened the door and found Erik, worry and anxiousness written over his young face.

"It's Mom," Erik said quickly, as the fear inside him made him take no notice of Chuck's dishevelled appearance. "She's been taken to the hospital. Bart just called and they were at a restaurant and Mom-she just, she just started bleeding and, and I think it's the baby."