Hello! Okay, you can totally thank Heather for this UD. I had three midterms, an essay proposal, and I'm going away for a few days. I had NO intention of writing until I got a charming PM from her. I finished my last midterm this morning, and I came home and wrote this. I haven't packed. I haven't showered. If I miss my train, and am smelly it will be Heather's fault. Because of my rush I have NOT proof read this chapter. If I had to proof read it you wouldn't have gotten it until late next week… don't hate me.

"What do you mean 'it's mine'?" Blair demanded tightly, as she looked at Serena with a deadly steady glare.

Serena went very still and reminded herself not to make any sudden moves. "Well, the test I took was negative… the test you took… is the opposite of negative… Are you following me…"

For a moment they stood frozen, then Blair grabbed the nearest thing to her, a vase of fresh flowers, and hurled them against the wall. Serena cringed for several reasons, not the least of them being that said wall was only a foot away from her head. She watched as Blair began to frantically pace the room.

"No. No. No. No. NO!" Blair shrilled, throwing her hands in the air. "I'm not having a baby. I HAD a baby."

"Yeah, I don't think the test still comes out positive after the baby's out of you… I think you have a new one in you." Serena made her way to the bed and flopped down on it, still watching her friend. "So… B… When was the last time you had your period?"

"I've been very stressed!" Blair hissed, as she frantically tried to calculate dates in her head.

Serena sat up suddenly. "Oh, my gawd… You have a baby daddy, and he's in prison… I think this could get you deported from the Upper East Side?"

"This is NOT funny." She snapped, and then pointed at her stomach. "And this? IF there is a This, This is not Adam's!"

"Not Adam's?" Serena asked confused, then a thought dawned in her brain. "Oh, no…"

Blair's eyes rolling towards her friend for a brief second before rolling away again, was all the conformation Serena needed.

"Blair!"

"What?!"

"Chuck!"

"I never said that…"

"You didn't have too! Your dirty little Bass secret is written all over you… and inside of you, apparently…" Serena teased looking Blair up and down.

Blair came and sat next to Serena on the bed, the truth starting to penetrate her brain. Suddenly, all the signs she'd been ignoring for weeks were hitting her in the face, and she started to admit to herself that the nausea, the cravings, the mood swings, okay maybe the mood swings were par for the course with Blair, but the other two were evidence of something else.

"It just… happened." Blair said with a resigned sigh. "There was all the anxiety and tension because of Charlie being missing, and we were alone on the plane and—"

"Seriously, B? What is it with you and moving vehicles?" Serena interrupted incredulously.

"Really?" Blair bit out. "It that really a topic for discussion we need to address right now?"

"I guess not…" But she couldn't help herself. "But is it the vibration?"

Blair's eyes turned to daggers.

"Okay, okay! I'll let it go… for now."

They were both quiet for a few minutes, processing everything.

"So… What are you going to do, B?"

With a focused sigh, Blair stood up and straightened her clothes.

"I'm going to plan Charlie's birthday." She said calmly. Then she ran to the bathroom and threw up.

The next weekend Blair moved at a furious pace around her apartment, barking out orders to Dorota and the other staff to ensure that the preparations for Charlie's first birthday party. With a small pause, she surveyed the room, and sighed at its perfection. Dorota stood next to her, and smiled, "Room is perfect, Ms. Blair. It will be a wonderful party!"

Blair nodded with a small smile, and then spotted a sloppy balloon arrangement by the food banquet table, and it was on. She snapped at a passing waiter to fix it and stood over his shoulder till it was properly adjusted. Dorota didn't cringe at her employer's tone, but the poor waiter looked like he was on the first bus back to Idaho. Then Blair did something that truly caught Dorota's attention. As Blair scanned the lay out of the food, she spotted a tray of fresh hotdogs set out. Dorota had raised an eyebrow when she'd seen the item on the menu Blair had created for the party, but she had shrugged it off as just a party food Blair thought was appropriate. Now, Dorota watched in shock as Blair licked her lips, picked up a hot dog and took a desperate bite.

"Oh, boy." Dorota mumbled.

"What?" Blair snapped with a mouthful of food.

"You pregnant."

"No! What?! How did you…" Blair managed as the hot dog turned to sawdust in her mouth.

"When you ten years old, you go to party, and eat hot dog. Mr. Chuck make comment about how much you enjoy wiener, and after Ms. Serena explain it to you, you no eat hot dog again… until you pregnant. You have hot dog, you have baby."

"You can say that again…" Blair mumbled as she hand the barely touched hot dog to a passing cater waiter.

"You tell Mr. Chuck?"

"How do you know its Chuck's." Blair remarked haughtily.

Dorota just rolled her eyes.

Just then the elevator chimed, signaling the arrival of the first guests. Blair leaned in and hissed to Dorota. "I haven't made any decisions yet, so whatever you do, do NOT tell Chuck!"

"Welcome!" Blair chirped in her most happy voice to the first guests, turning her back on Dorota.

Chuck stood in the elevator and rolled his head back and forth against the wall, before glancing down at his suit. While he hadn't chosen it himself, it met with his approval, partially because it was an exquisite in both cut and material, but also because she had picked it out. It had arrived earlier in the week with a note saying that he was to wear it because it matched Charlie's suit, and her lavender dress. It was the only exchange they'd had in what felt like forever. Missing her was an ache that Chuck found was becoming painful in its familiarity. He knew that he had to back off, create space before the next attack, but right now? Today he just wanted to see her, to see her really laugh where it brought out her perfect dimples. To watch the way her small, quick steps would move her around the room. To maybe catch the scent of her hair…

The elevator opened and in moments he was lost in the party. He very easily gained Charlie and moved around the room, talking to people. Today was a day to celebrate, and Chuck found it a surprisingly easy thing to do. It was his son's birthday, and he had sworn to himself that he and Charlie would celebrate every single one. He would not be his father.

Chuck's only dark point in the party was that he seemed to see very little of Blair. He'd circulate towards her, but by the time he got there she was on the other side of the room. When the photographer asked them to pose with Charlie, she did so, but was gone as soon as the shot was taken. What really caught Chuck's attention was her total avoidance of eye contact with him. He could usually goad her into a glare, but not today. Chuck could read her, and something was off.

Later, Chuck spotted Blair slipping out a side door and out of the party. Handing Charlie off to Serena, Chuck quickly followed her down a hallway to her private home office. She turned, startled, as he closed the door behind them, enclosing the two of them in the privacy of the room. After the brief glance of recognition, Blair once again looked away.

"What is it, Bass?"

"I could ask you the same question…"

She moved about the room like prey looking for an exit, but her number one predator was blocking the only door. Not one to back down herself when cornered, she stormed right towards him, stopping mere inches away and demanded, "Move!"

"What's gotten into you?" Chuck asked calmly, not moving and in fact slouching further against the door.

"Funny you should ask…" She commented sharply.

Finally having her full attention, Chuck tried to focus on what their current issue could be, and attempted to placate her. "Is this about what happened on the plane… Because you were right, we should forget it happened…"

"It would be nice, wouldn't it? Just to move on, forget it happened!"

Chuck looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Listen, precious, it was you who lay down the moratorium on our lay."

Blair's eyes shut for a second as she tried to regain her composure and not to fully lose her temper. "Shut up and MOVE!" So much for that idea.

Chuck's head cocked to the side, he leaned forward slightly, and whispered seductively. "Make me…"

"I could very easily make you move." She said, her anger driving her right now. "I could make you move, I could make you run."

Chuck smiled in that way that let her know he still thought he had the upper hand, and it made her want to rip that expression right off his smug face.

"I'm pregnant."

Completely caught off guard, Chuck went into shock, and Blair was easily able to shove him out of the way, causing him to stumble and fall against a side table. Blair stormed passed him, but paused just out of the doorframe to look back at him propped on the table in shock. She looked him up and down with ice in her eyes and her voice.

"Run away, little boy, run away." And with that she was gone, leaving him and chaos in her wake.

TahDAH! There you go! I hope you all enjoyed that. By the way in the void that is the hole GG left with its absence… I've become obsessed with Greek. I love it. The only way I think my obsession can be cured it through the return of Chair. CHAIR! I miss them so…