Happy New Year, Upper East Side! So lovely to finally get to speak to you after such a long time. To begin with, some of my spies kept their eyes on things while I was away. JFK was full of surprise. Someone spotted Lonely Girl and K happily walking out together; laughing. Now where did that come from? Then we have Blair attached to her husband's arm followed by B and E and…C Bass? Family reunion much? Other important news in the Upper East Side universe? Guess who got hitched? Erik van der Woodsen officially made his boyfriend, Paolo, his one and only. Wonder why little J Humphrey is so teary-eyed. But my biggest surprise was the absences of the other half of the van der Woodsen duo. Trouble in paradise? I would like to offer my sincerest condolence for our old friend, C.

"Miss Belle?" the young maid greeted her in an annoyingly shrilly voice.

"I'm here to see Charlotte," she said.

"I'm not sure if she is available. She hasn't been very well since the Mrs. Death."

"She will see me," losing her patience she passed by the maid and went upstairs to Charlotte's room.

The door was unlocked. The room was disturbingly dark; the curtains seemed untouched for ages. There was also a funny smell that Belle tried to ignore. The bathroom door was open. Charlotte was leaning over the toilet trying to rid herself of the remains of her stomach.

"Charlotte!" Belle threw her coat on the bed and ran to her aid. "Charlotte…" she carefully pulled her hair out of her face.

After finishing, she splashed some cold water into her face and crawled back to bed.

"Hey, Belle," she said.

"Hi, Charlotte."

"What brings you here?" she asked while closing her eyes.

"It's been a week since school started. It's time to come out."

"No…" she moaned. "I'm feeling sick."

"Anne's death was hard on all of us. It's time to move on now."

"But I'm feeling so sick and…" he paused and took in a deep breath. "What's that smell…God, Belle, just how much perfume did you use?!"

"What?" Belles smelled her collar. She didn't feel a thing.

"I think I'm going to throw up…"she ran back to the bathroom.

"This is no good," Belle followed her. "You were sick like this even last time when I came. What's wrong with you?"

"Food poisoning…stomach flu…I don't know…" she managed to say.

Belle opened her bathroom closet in search for some sort of medicine. Her eyes rested on a bag of unwrapped tampons for a while.

"Charlotte, didn't you ask me to get you some tampons last week?" she asked.

"I did," she nodded wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"You said your period was running late?" Belle continued.

"It still is," Charlotte sniffed and went for a glass of water.

Belle frowned: nausea, late period, and sensitivity to smells…Something clicked. Charlotte might be pregnant.

"Charlotte!" she called.

"Yes," she answered from the top of the bed.

"You said your period was late."

She nodded.

"For how long?"

"About three weeks, I guess," she answered.

"Okay, when was the last time you were together with Sawyer?" Belle's eyes looked straight into hers.

"When did you get so interested?" she gave her a puzzled look. She thought for a moment. "Oh…Oh, shit!"

"I'm going to the pharmacy," Belle grabbed her coat and bag.

"Belle!" Charlotte called out in a shaky voice.

"Stay here!"

Outside there was a very unpleasant wind. Belle practically ran to the nearest pharmacy. If her friend was pregnant then a whole new series of complications was about to unleash. She grabbed three different types of test, threw them into a plastic bag and ran out. She wasn't paying much attention when she bumped into Fiona. The tests in her bag went flying on the street. She tried to discreetly snatch tem but Fiona had already noticed.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Belle calmly smiled.

"How are you?"

"Jut fine…" her eyes fell on the bag. "Meeting up with my mother. I should go…Bye!" she ran off not looking back.

Fiona toyed a little wit her phone and decided to save it for latter.

"Feeling better?" Serena tugged onto Nate's hand.

"Honestly?" Nate looked at her from across the table. "Seeing my mother die in front of me echoed something in me. Life is too short to afford to make mistakes. So, I'm asking you, Serena van der Woodsen if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Will you be my companion through life from now on?"

Serena paused after slightly blushing. She and Nate had been somewhat dating and he was always there supporting her. The thought of her own children growing up and leaving her alone threatened her every day. So why not say 'yes'? She had all the reasons to.

"I will," she softly said.

And for the first time since his mother's death, he truly smiled revealing a dark velvet box with a ruby ring in it.

"This is not good," Belle said. "Not good at all."

"What does it say?" Serena called from the bathroom.

Belle came up and joined hands with her. "Pregnant. It says pregnant."

"No…" she was on the verge of crying.

"And since this is the third test, I'm afraid that…" Belle hugged her tight as her friend started to cry.

"No! No! No…Why me?"

"You have to tell Nate," Belle continued.

"No…"

"Or at least speak with Sawyer."

"I don't want to," she moaned.

"Do you want to…?" Belle looked at her.

"I don't know…Jut…leave me alone, will you?!" she yelled.

"I was just trying to help! I want to support you whatever decision you make!"

"Thanks. Now leave…" she continued. "Leave!" she yelled.

"Call me if you need anything," she closed the door.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket scaring her to death. It was a text from Kurt: Feeling like Chinese. She replied: Meet you in ten.

"I shouldn't be thinking of him," Jane frowned at her phone.

"Why not?" Rebecca called out to her. She was trying to pull her hair into a one-sided low ponytail. "Anyway, I didn't know he felt that way about you."

"He doesn't!" Jane cried. "This vacation was just fun for him!"

"I don't think so," Rebecca turned to her. "I think he was scared about losing you. That's why he didn't say anything when you left."

"Well, there's not point in waiting for him now," Jane shrugged.

"I guess," her sister slightly turned away.

"Hey, where'd you get that pendant?"

"Oh, this? This is just something I bought…" she scratched the back of her head. "I'm going to go now…" she quickly picked her bag.

"Where are you going? Rebecca?!" Jane heard the door slam.

"I'm really worried about her," Belle sighed.

Kurt placed his hand over hers. "You can be so sweet sometimes…"

She slowly pulled her hand away. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I missed you. A lot, actually. And I kept wondering why did I let you go when could've had it all."

"Kurt…"she looked at him from under her lashes.

"Sometimes I just remember that we used and I wish that we could go back there. Try over again."

"We can't o back," she looked down.

His hand reached under her chin and pulled her face closer to his. He was getting ready to close the kiss, when she pulled away.

"My phone," she started rummaging through her bag.

It was a text from Edward: Wherever you are come home! It's urgent!

She breathed in. "Something happened back home. I need to go," she got u.

"Do you need any-"he asked her.

"Some other time," she cut him off.

Edward wouldn't have done something like that unless it truly it was urgent. He wouldn't mess with their family. Taking a bottle of water from the limousine's mini-bar she tried guessing what had happened.

"What are you doing?" Capitu peered over her book.

"Surfing the net," he answered.

"Gossip Girl?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I appear on it from time to time," he blushed.

"Are you serious?"

"Get a load of this : B.B. – Would you say Belle Bass? Try Baby Bass. Is our Upper East Side resident bitch turned into a mother?"

"Honestly, I don't care. My dumplings are ready," she looked over the clock.

Belle barely had time to put take off her shoes. Edward dragged her in his room the moment she came in the house.

"What's wrong?" she furiously asked.

"Anything you need to tell me?" he frowned.

"No?" she rose and eyebrow.

"Have you read Gossip Girl's latest post?" he raised his voice.

"No! What the hell is wrong with you?!" she pulled out her phone.

"Do you want to wait in the car? It will only take a few seconds. I'll just drop off Edward's books," Alexander asked Fiona.

"I don't mind coming up," she sweetly smiled.

"Okay, then," he opened the door for her.

"What?!" Belle yelled. "Who the hell saw me?"

"You think you are the only person in New York?"

"Do you actually believe in this bullshit?" she had an outraged look.

"Facts speak for themselves," he said.

"I'm not pregnant, you idiot!"

"Then what were you doing there?" he asked in disbelief.

"I don't' see why I owe any kind of explanations," she crossed her arms.

"You should've told me that you thought you were pregnant!"

"Why?!"

"Because I am the father!" he thundered. They both stopped panting from the fight they shared. "Alexander?" Edward looked over Belle's shoulder.

"I'm just going to leave these here…" he placed the book on a small table. "Sorry for interrupting…."

"Alexander, wait!" Belle called.

"It's okay. I didn't hear a thing."

Fiona was waiting for him in the hallway.

"Let's go," he took her by the hand.

He was also unaware that she heard everything.

"Well that was crazy," Belle said.

"Yeah. Did something happen, Belle?"

"No," she looked away.

"Then why were you off buying pregnancy tests?"

"They weren't for me…"she looked down at her glossy red nails. "They were for a friend."

"Is Charlotte pregnant?" she frowned.

"It's not her," he quickly said.

"Then I can't think of any other person you'd go buy a pregnancy test for."

"Well, yeah. She is."

"That's bad. Does she need any help?"

"She wants to be left alone."

Her phone rang. It was Kurt. "Yes? No, I'm not. They were for Blair. Yeah. No need to be worried. You'd be the first one to know. Bye."

"So you and Kurt?" Edward asked.

"I guess so," she replied.

"I hope the two of you will be happy together."

"Thanks," she didn't understand why she was so sad.

The following morning everybody in her school was staring at her. It was something she was used to after all, but she still thought they made too much of a fuss.

"I'm so sorry, Belle," Charlotte greeted her.

"It's okay. Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm fine, but why didn't you tell me about Edward?"

"What about him?"

"That you had a relationship with him," she held out her phone.

"I did not-" Belle grabbed the phone.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to give you the proud parents of Baby Bass: Belle Bass and her lovely stepbrother Edward Montpassant. It seems that B found solace in the arms of her very own stepbrother. Smoot move! But what happens now?

"Is this true?"

"I have to find Kurt!"

She ran down the stairs. Kurt was in the middle of the hallway staring down at his phone.

"Kurt!"

"Is this true?" Last night you said you weren't!"

"It isn't! I'm not pregnant."

"Then with Edward is this true?!"

"Kurt, I'm sorry," she cried.

"Answer me, Belle! Is it?"

"I- Yes, it is. But it was only once and I was sad and he took advantage of me," tears were in her eyes.

"So if you broke up with me, you think that it's okay to sleep with my best friend?"

"It's not like that!"

"Your stepbrother….now that's just disgusting…"

"Kurt, wait!"

"Don't talk to me!"

Kurt looked for Edward. He was just getting ready to leave, when he came up to him.

"Kurt…" he wanted to say, but he got punched in the face. He fell down on his back.

"How could you this to me, man?!" He grabbed him by the collar and hit him against the wall.

"Listen, what happened, happened, okay?"

"It's not okay!"

"Hey, you dumped her. You made her feel bad. I was the only one there to comfort her!"

"So that gives you the right to sneak around with her when I'm not looking?"

"We didn't sneak around. You broke up!"

"For what? Ten seconds. Your own sister…"

"We're not related!"

"Do you love her?!"

"I-"

"Answer me!"

"They looked into each other's eyes.

"You disgust me. Don't come near me…" he stormed away leaving in the middle of the street.

"Belle," he whispered and ran off to find her.

He bumped into Charlotte. "Charlotte, do you know where can I find Belle?"

"How could you?! I knew you were heartless and had no morals, but I never thought you'd go this low!" she said.

"Please, I really need to find her and explain!" he tried to get pass her, but she firmly punched him.

"You stay away from her!" she cried.

"Shit…" he said while rubbing his cheek.

Charlotte bit her lower lip as she approached the bench where Sawyer was waiting for her. What was she going to won't be easy, but she knew she had to do it. Se couldn't run anymore from her responsibilities.

"Hey!" he got up.

"Hi…" she said.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Fine…" she gulped.

"You sure? You look a little pale."

"We need to talk," she said tightening her grip around her handbag.

"Okay," he turned in the other direction.

"Sit down. Let's just talk," she urged him.

"Okay…"he looked at her. She continued to be silent for a few second. "So talk," he smiled.

"I just wanted to say that…." She looked at him and tried not to cry. "I love you very much; Sawyer and I put real effort in this relationship. I just don't know how I manage to blow it every time."

"What are you saying?" he chuckled. "You didn't blow anything."

Crying she grabbed onto his hand. "I'm sorry."

"Charlotte, what's wrong? Now you're really scaring me…"

"I'm so sorry. I'm pregnant…"

The news shocked him. His blood ran cold while his expression stiffened. He couldn't breathe for a few good seconds as it sank in. She was pregnant, but was he the father? He never took count of it, but she did have a reputation before him…

"What's that got to do with me?" he coldly said after letting go.

"What…" her expression turned from confused to angry. "What does it have to do with you?! You're the father, Sawyer. I don't know if you understand that this child is also yours!"

"How do I know that, huh?" he continued. "I mean, knowing you, it can be anybody!"

"Knowing me? Sawyer, you're the only guy I've been with for tha past three months!"

"I can't know that for sure, can I?" he got up.

"I never cheated on you! I love you! This is our child!"

"Sorry, but I can't be the father. Congratulations for your baby," he calmly got up on his bike and sped away down the highway.

"Sawyer!" she cried. "Don't leave me, Sawyer!"

Belle quietly sat on the edge of her bed. She will not cry. She will not cry. It was a lie after all. All of it. Just one big lie. She could have had it all, but Edward had to ruin it. Now she had nothing, but a confused and broken heart, a fallen reputation and mixed feelings. This was not living. Her phone rang. It was a call from Blair. Her heart stood in place at the thought that her mother had found out and now wanted to send her to a monastery.

"He-hello?" she answered trying to hold back the tears.

"Belle!" she heard Blair's unsure voice. "Belle, Nate just called. He said he wanted us to go to his house. Charlotte's gone crazy!"

"Oh, my God…" she whispered. "I'm leaving right now."

"Meet you there."

She snapped her phone shot and grabbed her bag and coat only to bump into Edward.

"Belle, we need to talk," he said.

"How dare you," she hit him square in the face making him lose his balance.

"I didn't tell anyone! It wasn't me!"

"Why should I believe you? Just why?"

"Because I promised that-"

"Your promises are worthless. I'm sick of it. Sick of you, sick of Gossip Girl, sick of everything. Now, get the hell out of my way or I'll walk over you."

She went pass him and towards the door. She could hear him following her, but didn't turn back. Her friend needed her.