Nate watched as Serena picked through her salad, poking at the green leaves on her plate. He swallowed and placed his fork down. Serena looked up at him through eyes that were full of emotion. "Is everything alright?" Nate asked. "You've been really quiet and you aren't eating."

"Yeah," Serena sighed and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I'm just...just worried."

"About?" Nate inquired.

"Just...a friend," Serena said, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Blair?" Nate assumed.

Serena nodded. "She's going through a lot right now and now she and Chuck aren't speaking and I just feel really-"

"Wait, they aren't speaking?" Nate interrupted.

Serena looked genuinely shocked. "You didn't know that?"

"No, he said he was going to apologize to her…" Nate trailed off.

"Oh, well, he did," Serena said. "But I guess it wasn't enough and Blair didn't want to hear it as she was still upset with him. Maybe it's her fault, I don't really know. I know she overreacts sometimes but, still-"

Nate cut her off again. "Look, Serena, Chuck's ex girlfriend is back in town and they were out all night the other night, the night he and Blair first got into it. He came back and just looked so lost with life and I told him he should talk to Blair. I don't know what happened when he talked to her but obviously it didn't go well. I heard him call Eva last night…"

Serena's hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God," she muttered into her hands. "Oh my God. This can't be happening."

Nate gave her a weird look.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, I have to tell you something Nate, and you have to SWEAR you won't tell Chuck"

Nate looked concerned. "Tell me. What's going on?"

"Blair's pregnant," Serena blurted, looking just as shocked as Nate felt. She still hadn't exactly come to terms with the fact.

"Oh no," Nate groaned, massaging his temples. "This is just awful."

"I know," Serena said, looking down at her lap. "I feel so sorry for Blair. Now Chuck's probably running off with his ex girlfriend somewhere and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, Blair started it by bringing up going out with Louis!" Nate defended his best friend's honor.

Serena stared at him. "But she wasn't actually going to go."

"Are you sure about that?"

Serena stood up, throwing her napkin down on the table. "Yes, I'm sure about that, Nate," she said. Anger flashed across her eyes as she stared at him. "Don't turn this around on her. This begins and ends with Chuck."

"Are you kidding?" Nate said. "It takes two people to make this big of a mess."

Serena rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry but I have to side with Blair on this one." And with those final words, she turned and walked right out of the restaurant.

Nate stared after her. "What the hell?" He muttered to no one in particular. He sighed and called the waiter over to get the check. He wasn't going to chase after Serena. She had pissed him off by putting all of the blame on Chuck. After he paid, he decided to head back to his suite, where he found Chuck sitting on the couch, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Nathaniel," Chuck greeted, slurring his words.

He was drunk. That was just great.

"Chuck," Nate said hesitantly. He knew what he needed to do. Though it wasn't his place to tell, he had to. Chuck had every right to know. "I have to talk to you about something." He sat down on the couch across from Chuck, who stared at him questioningly. "Serena and I got into a fight today…"

"I'm very sorry about your petty fight with your cute little girlfriend, Nathaniel," Chuck joked. This was only making it harder.

"No," Nate said slowly. "Chuck, we got into a fight about you and Blair."

Chuck's eyes flickered upward, catching on the look on Nate's face. He swallowed hard. It had been a few days since anyone had said her name out loud.

Nate's mind was searching for the words, unsure of how to say it, how to let it come out. "Blair's pregnant."

The glass of scotch slipped out of Chuck's hand and fell to the floor with a crash, the alcohol immediately seeping into the carpet. "Wh-what?" Chuck stammered.

Nate nodded. "Yeah, she's pregnant. Blair's pregnant with your child."

"But...how's this possible?"

"Well, Charles, when two people-"

Chuck held his hand up to stop him from continuing. Nate was trying to make a joke to ease the tension, to make Chuck feel better, but it hadn't worked. His stomach was churning and his brain was flying at a million miles and hour. "Chuck, I'm sorry," Nate tried to console him. Chuck shook his head, still saying nothing. He stared down at his hands. Nate stood up and cleaned up the mess Chuck had made and then retreated to his room, deciding on leaving Chuck alone with his thoughts.

Chuck sat there for what felt like hours. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to feel? Because the number one thing he felt right now was guilt. He had left Blair all alone and she had no one there to help her. Of course, she had Serena, but that wasn't the same as having the father of your own child there beside you along the way. He had been seeing a lot of Eva lately, which was making this entire scenario extremely difficult. He wasn't sure that he even wanted to get back together with Eva. He just enjoyed her company and how kind she was to him. She always sat and listened to him talk about Blair for hours on end. So what was he supposed to do now?

Blair lay in her bed, the comforter pulled up tightly around her body, sobbing these huge, body-shaking sobs. She hadn't spoken to Chuck in days and she sure as hell wasn't planning on telling him about what was going on. That wasn't the best way to begin speaking again. Of course, he did deserve to know, but this was so much harder than just calling him up and telling him something simple. This was so complex, so not Chuck Bass. "Blair," a deep voice came from the doorway of her room.

If she wasn't so prone to feeling his presence before she even saw him, she would have thought she was hallucinating. There was no way he was there...but yet he was. He was standing before her. She ripped the blanket down from over her head and stared at him, standing in the doorway, clad in a nice suit, with his hair done up just the way she liked it. These next few moments were precious. What was he going to do? Why was he here? Should she say something? She decided on allowing him time to speak first. When he said nothing and simply stared at her, she cleared her throat. Her voice came out raw and pained in her numb throat. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Chuck looked down at his feet. "Blair… I know what's going on."

Her eyes went wide. "You do? How-"

"Serena told Nate," Chuck said softly. He looked back up at her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Blair sighed and wiped her tears. "Chuck...we hadn't spoken in days, we broke up, it was just really awful timing for everything to be happening. I was going to tell you, I really was. I just didn't know how or what to say to you." She bit her lip. "I didn't want you to feel like you had to get back together with me or something because you felt bad." She looked down. "I didn't want you to have to feel like you have to be in this child's life."

"What?" Chuck said. "Of course I want to be in our child's life. Why would you even say that?"

"It's just," Blair began, playing with the corner of her sheets to keep herself preoccupied. "I just thought that maybe fatherhood wasn't in the lifestyle for Chuck Bass."

"Blair," Chuck said, taking a few long strides to stand by her side. "This is my child, too. We created it together. This is our baby. Of course I'm going to take responsibility for this. My father may be an asshole but he raised me to be accountable."

A tear slipped down Blair's face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"To get pregnant?" Chuck laughed, wiping the tear from her cheek. "I know you didn't. It's okay. We'll figure this out." He took her hand as he sat down on the bed next to her and gave it a tight squeeze. "Together."

Rufus was throwing back some shots at the bar with Nate when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket. "It's my daughter," he told Nate, who raised his eyebrows at him. Rufus went to take the call from Serena, who was crying and upset about a fight with the guy she had been seeing.

Nate watched Rufus talk on the phone to Serena, the most caring expression on his face. He hoped Serena was okay but to be honest, he was still kind of mad about how she had acted earlier. She'd acted very childish and immature, blaming Blair and Chuck's problems on Chuck only. Not to mention, she was probably mad that he had told Chuck about Blair being pregnant but it was only right. He felt his chest tighten at the fact that he still hadn't told Rufus or Serena that he knew either of them. He felt like that might only add more problems.

A cute brunette came up to the bar and started flirting with Nate. She tried to introduce herself but he didn't care in the least. He ignored her as she kissed on his neck and he tried to think about Serena. He really cared about her, which was very rare in the case of Nate Archibald. He sighed and tried to clear his head, still ignoring the fact that this girl was literally all over him.

Rufus came back and tried not to laugh at the scene. He picked up his coat off of the back of the barstool.

"Where are you going?" Nate asked.

"I just need to get home," Rufus said. "I'm really tired."

This was a lie. He wasn't tired. He was actually going to stop by Lily's, secretly, he didn't want her to know he was even there. Serena had mentioned something about Lily being sad, so he was just going to see if he could catch a glimpse of her while she slept. He knew that sounded entirely creepy but he didn't really care. He missed her so much.

As he crept into the penthouse that he used to share with his wife, his phone began to go off. He fumbled for it in his pocket, hoping she wouldn't hear it. The downstairs was dark, so he knew she was already up in her room. He looked at the caller identification and realized it was none other than Lily herself calling him. He answered quickly, out of breath. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hi," Lily greeted. "Why are you whispering?"

"Oh, Dan and Jen are just really tired," Rufus said. "We had a long day over here." He looked upstairs, seeing that her bedroom door was closed but the light was on.

"Is everything okay?" Lily asked.

"Yes," Rufus said. "How are you, Lil?"

"I'm okay," Lily said.

Rufus sighed quietly, keeping his eyes on the door. "I'm really sorry about earlier and how I acted. Thank you for coming to pick me up and keeping me out of trouble. It was the adult thing to do, especially considering out situation."

"It's not a problem," Lily said.

There was silence on both ends of the line.

"So," Rufus cleared his throat. "Is there a reason you're calling or are you simply calling to chat with your soon-to-be ex husband?"

Lily swallowed. "Yeah, sorry. Um...the heater's broken again. I forgot what you used to do to fix it, so I was just hoping you could walk me through the steps."

Rufus tried to hold back a laugh and a smirk overcame his face. The heater was working just fine. He could currently feel it. She must have just wanted to talk to him. "Alright, are you in the attic?" he asked.

"Yes," Lily lied.

There was no movement from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Okay, go to the panel, make sure the top three switches are on," Rufus explained, the grin on his face growing larger. "Then flip the bottom one back and forth twice and it should kick on."

Lily was silent for a moment before she let out a fake sigh. "Thank you so much."

"Anytime," Rufus said.

"Well, I'll let you go. I really appreciate your help. It was getting pretty cold around here. I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay," Rufus said, smiling as he hung up the phone. He turned and got back onto the elevator, feeling completely elated and bubbly. She had just been calling to talk, to hear his voice. That had to mean something, right? He didn't want to get his hopes up in fear that she had just been lonely, but he couldn't help himself. He missed his wife dearly. For a moment, he felt like everything might go back to normal. He missed normal. He missed his family.

Nate's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pushed the brunette off of him. Serena was calling him. He hesitated on answering and then decided to. "Hello?" he spoke into the phone, his throat dry.

"Nate," Serena said. "It's so good to hear your voice."

"Is everything alright?" Nate asked.

"Yeah," Serena said. "I'm really sorry about our fight today. It was stupid. Like how awful...Chuck and Blair are going through a lot and it's neither of their faults. We should have never argued over something that ridiculous. We have our own problems, we don't need to be involved with theirs."

Nate nodded in agreement and then, realizing she couldn't see him, talked. "Yeah, I'm sorry too, Serena. I missed you. I'd like to see you."

"Meet at your place in twenty?" Serena chirped.

"Yeah, sounds great," Nate said, grinning. He closed his phone and got up and went to his suite. Chuck wasn't around and he hoped and prayed he was at Blair's, working things out with her. Serena came in and ran and basically attacked Nate, her lips on his, her legs wrapped around his waist. They tore apart when they heard the front door open, to see Chuck and Blair entering, his hand placed on the small of her back, leading her inside. They were whispering. Serena watched them with a smile on her face.

"Hey!" Serena said.

Chuck and Blair looked up at her and both smiled.

"Everything okay now?" Nate asked quizzically, raising his eyebrows at Chuck, who nodded in return.

"We are going to go ahead and go to bed," Chuck said.

"It's been a long day," Blair added in agreement.

With that, they retired to Chuck's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"I'm so glad they worked things out," Serena said excitedly, turning back to Nate.

"Me too," Nate said, slithering his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him. "What do you say to a bottle of wine and some good music and just a nice good talk?"

"I would love that," Serena smiled.

They sipped on wine and talked for hours. When they finally realized how late it was and were about to head to bed, Chuck ran out of his bedroom, his face as pale as a ghost, his eyes full of concern and even tears. "What happened?" Nate asked, jumping to his feet.

"Blair…" Chuck said. "She lost a lot of blood. I think it's...I think it's the baby."

A/N: Don't kill me. Sorry for the delay.