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Nate couldn't believe what he was hearing, at first he was going to say stop messing around, because that's typical chuck, but then he looked back at Blair's face, he wasn't lying. Blair was looking at chuck with tears in her eyes with the most remorseful look. Damn him, that son of a bitch.
Blair looked on with shock as did everyone else as Nate lunged toward Chuck and threw him to the ground of Blair's room and started punching him. Yelling at him how could you, she was mine, she was special, etc. Mr. Waldorf instantly tried to break it up, but Nate wouldn't he was furious, he yelled when at chuck, and chuck accidently spit out when spitting out blood, the night before her birthday party. That's when Nate really lost it, but he didn't start punching chuck again, he just got up and got in Blair's face, "the night we broke up...How could you..." he started to yell at Blair, and was going to continue and even he grabbed hold of her arms violently. But before Blair could response Chuck and Mr. Waldorf grabbed a hold of him. Chuck wasn't going to let him blame this on Blair, let him hurt her.
"Nate that's enough, it's time for you to leave now." Harold said grabbing a tight hold on Nate because he wouldn't move. But right as he started moving toward the door with Blair's father still having a hold on him. Blair snarled at him "At least I had decency to wait until we were broken up" Nate looked back with the most deathly look, and was about to say something, but Blair's dad made him keep moving. And they were all silent waiting until they heard an elevator door ring and Blair's dad was back in her room, with Dorota at his side, with stuff to clean up, Chuck's face.
"Dorota, please make sure Charles is cleaned up, and could you please get me get me Bart Basses number "Harold asked Dorota; Then left the room again, more than likely to check on Roman. Blair shut her eyes, oh no, he was going to bring Bart into this, Big Bad Bart. Fuck this day couldn't get any worse. "And when you're done with that, get Blair ready, I'm going to make an appointment somewhere today to check for sure if she's really having this ordeal." Eleanor said to a Dorota who brought Chuck into Blair's bathroom, to clean up his cuts. "Wait...mom...going somewhere...but its Christmas…" Blair said as her mother headed out of her daughters room. "Well, you should have thought about that before, you got yourself in this situation, now by the time I come into this room, again you will be ready, and give me your phone, I can't have anyone else knowing about this, we can only hope that Nathaniel will keep his mouth shut…but be ready you're going to get checked out this morning." Eleanor said as she grabbed Blair's phone from her. Blair just stood there. Serena then came from behind her and grabbed her hand, "Blair…I'm so sorry…I just—do you want me to help you pick something out." Blair turned around to face her, as Serena wiped away the tears the effortlessly kept falling down her face. "Just pick me out something, I'm going to be sick" Blair said shortly running towards her bathroom.
As he saw Blair, run into the bathroom, towards the toilet. He was sitting on a stool by the sink, as Dorota was cleaning him up. But she stopped once she saw Blair. Dorota sighed and then went to help Blair, by holding her hair back, as she vomited for the 2nd time that morning. When she was done. Dorota helped her up to the sink to brush her teeth, and wipe her mouth. Chuck just looked at her, what had he done. He was hurting now, obviously from the bruises and cuts but nothing big, nothing how Blair was hurting. As he was looking at her he knew he would be there for her, for…them.
When Blair was all done and she actually had the energy to stand up on her own. Dorota went back to finish cleaning up Chuck. Blair zombie liked walked over to her tub and started it, and poured in her favorite bath crystals that always calmed her after she relapsed. She shook off her robe, and both Dorota and Chuck looked at her weird was she going to undress, when they, more importantly chuck was in here. "Umm Miss Blair, wait for Mr. Chuck to leave room…" "Its not like its nothing he hasn't seen dorota." Blair cut shortly, she was stiff, she smelt, her body ached all over, she didn't care if it was mother fucking Theresa in the room, she just wanted to feel better, even if just a tiny bit. Dorota sighed and then tilted Chuck's head away from that direction. "Dorota don't care if you have baby with Miss Blair you not married yet so that wrong" Chuck couldn't help but laugh a little in the inside. Of course Dorota wouldn't approve, but that brought something to his mind. Marriage, would they make them get married, Chuck didn't know if he'd be okay with that. I mean being with Blair is one thing, but marriage, and would they keep the baby all these thoughts were running through his head. And before he knew it he was cleaned up. Dorota now let his face go wherever it pleased sense now Blair's body was covered up by bubbles. He got up from the stool and checked his face in the mirror, not bad just a few bruises here and there, but nothing that wouldn't go away in a week or so. And the bloody lip, well he figured now that it stopped bleeding wouldn't be too noticeable.
"What are we going to do" Chuck was startled by Blair; he didn't expect it was her to first speak. He thought it would be him. Chuck sighed and walked over to Blair, and sat on the floor next to the tub, he knew they needed to have this conversation but he didn't know when, I guess now is as good as anytime. "Giving the fact that my father is probably talking to yours as we speak, I think we need to have some sort of game plan." Chuck nodded he knew his father was going to hate him after this, if he didn't already. Chuck ran his hands over his face and rubbed his eyes. "well, first things first we have to make sure you are in fact…" chuck trailed off, he couldn't bring him to say "pregnant" but Blair sure could "Chuck I am, I've been getting sick, I have a lot of the symptoms, and all 6 tests say so." She said looking back at him. "Alright, but don't you think we should actually wait until after the doctor says so, then we can game plan, now let's just…breath." Chuck said standing up starting to pace. "Blair rest back against the tub. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door, that dorota shut after leaving. "B I have an outfit picked out, you okay." "Yea, just one minute." Blair responded. And asked Chuck to give her a towel, he did and before he could look away, Blair stood up and wrapped herself around it, he couldn't help but just stare. "Nothing you haven't seen before Bass." Blair said hastily walking out of the bathroom. Damn Chuck thought her breast did look a little fuller than he could remember. Oh shit. He was fucked.