Author: TheseWords-MyDiary PM
At the end of Chuck and Blair's first summer as a couple, she finds out that she's pregnant. How will they handle it? Where will things go from there? Note: This story takes place after season 2. Everything that has happened since then on the show is not relevant in this fic.Rated: Fiction M - English - Family/Romance - Chuck & Blair - Chapters: 24 - Words: 97,833 - Reviews: 395 - Favs: 209 - Follows: 201 - Updated: 11-04-10 - Published: 06-17-09 - id: 5144596
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Note #1: This story takes place after season 2. Everything that has happened since then on the show is not relevant in this fic.
Note #2: This story is being edited and re-vamped on account of the fact that when it was originally posted, I did not have a beta and wasn't entirely good at editing. Each of the chapters are being edited and replaced (slowly, but surely), so feel free to re-read them, if you like. Bits and pieces may have a little bit more body to them. I will also be posting my stories on a tumblr blog and also on a livejournal just as a back-up mechanism. (check my profile for the link to both!)
Reviews are always welcome!
I do not own Gossip Girl. I am merely using the characters for my own stories and entertainment! ;)
"No, no, no," Blair choked out in a panic as she paced around her bathroom, staring blankly at the stick in her hand. "This cannot be happening!"
Two pink lines; it had to be a mistake, right? That's what Blair thought six tests ago, but at this point the results were looking pretty real to her.
What was she going to do?
"I'll call Serena," she shouted, answering her own thoughts aloud. Disregarding how completely crazy that was, she quickly darted out of her bathroom and grabbed for her cell phone on the night stand. Then, as if God's sense of humor was aimed specifically at her today, a familiar assigned ringtone sounded at the precise moment her hand touched the device.
"Chuck," she bit out angrier than she'd intended as she answered her boyfriend's call.
"You don't sound too happy to hear from me," his voice drawled out through the lines. Blair could just hear the smirk spreading across his naturally smug face. She wanted to smack it off of him.
"You could say that," she exhaled, sinking down onto her mattress. She wanted to disappear into it at that very moment, but life was cruel today, so she couldn't.
"What's wrong? You're not still mad at me, are you?" Chuck asked with a slightly annoyed edge to his voice. "Look, I'm sorry I had to work at the last minute instead of helping you pack for NYU, but I had to go to that meeting. I just got control of the company, and—"
"I'm not mad at you, Bass," Blair cut off his rant with an air of exasperation. "I'm just…," she trailed off, not sure how to finish her sentence. She threw herself back onto her pillows in anger when tears sprang to her eyes against her will.
Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Blair finished her original thought aloud. "I don't think that I'll be attending NYU, Chuck."
Mistaking her upset demeanor for a simple case of the dramatics, he chuckled. "I know that you hate the thought of going to that school, Blair, but hey, at least we'll be close to each other. I'm also just dying to break in every surface of your new dorm room," Chuck drawled.
"God, Chuck! Can't you think about anything other than sex?" She blew up. She didn't mean to, but it happened.
Chuck was quiet for a moment, obviously wondering whether it would be smart to even reply to her after her outburst. He was almost tempted to just hang up and hope she'd calm down by the time he got to her house a few minutes later. "Okay… what happened," he asked, his voice hesitant.
"What makes you think that something happened?"
"I know you, Blair." And that was all that he needed to say because he did know her; better than anyone knew her; even better than he knew himself. Something was genuinely wrong. He could feel it.
"Obviously not well enough because nothing is wrong," she replied in a clipped tone, obviously not keen on letting him have his way too easily. It was wrong to have ever brought them down this conversational path in the first place. Their relationship had just started. They couldn't handle an issue like this now.
"You're lying, Blair. I know it, and I'm on my way over to help you pack now so you might as well tell the truth because I'll get it out of you sooner or later. What is wrong?" He bit out the last three words slowly, hoping that the finality in his voice would work for him. Sometimes it only served to take their conversations in a way opposite of its intentions because Blair Waldorf did not like to be bossed around.
"I told you, I'm not going to NYU, Chuck…," Blair began, and hesitated for a moment before pressing on. "But I won't be living here after I talk to my mother today, so you can still help me pack, I guess."
"What the hell are you talking about? Where else would you live?" Chuck's voice was starting to rise in volume. This guessing game was driving him crazy, and he knew that something had to be wrong for her to be arguing petulantly with him like this. They hadn't fought all summer.
"I don't know where I would live, but I can't live in a dorm, and my mom sure as hell won't want her embarrassment for a daughter living here after I talk to her," Blair shouted.
"Wait…what?" Chuck was stunned into confusion. "You're not an embarrassment, Blair. Just …tell me what's wrong, and we'll find a solution together. I'm in the limo now."
The tears that had been threatening to fall before suddenly burst forth, falling in rivers down her face. She immediately began sobbing into the phone, and was angry with herself for doing so. Great! Hormones have made me a blubbering idiot already, she thought.
When Chuck heard Blair begin crying, he panicked. She never let anyone see her be what she considered weak. It just wasn't in her nature. "Waldorf…talk to me," he murmured, feeling entirely helpless.
Blair hesitated for just a moment. Sharing this piece of news with him would change everything. They've overcome so much in the past, but this could easily be their breaking point. The gentle tone in his voice, however, had her feeling a bit more hopeful about the outcome of this revelation. "I…I'm pregnant."
Chuck's eyes widened, the information that she provided being far different than what he had expected. He was silent for a few moments, shock having squeezed his throat so tightly; he momentarily doubted his voice would ever work again.
"See! You hate me now," Blair shouted, sobbing even harder, her knack for the dramatics taking over completely. "I knew this would happen! I'm alone!"
This brought Chuck instantly back to reality. "What? No! No, you're not. I'm just…shocked, is all." He swallowed hard, forcing his nerves down so that he could think rationally about their situation. "Look, I'm on my way over now. We'll talk about this. Just…calm down and I'll see you in five minutes."
"Okay…" Blair choked out, relief fighting its way to the front of her mind.
"Okay, see you in five minutes," Chuck repeated, then went to hang up before his need to reassure her further caused him to bring the phone back to his ear. "I love you."
"Love you too," she replied on a hiccupped sob before disconnecting the call.