This is my first Gossip Girl story so any feedback will be greatly appreciated. I'm a little worried that Chuck and Blair aren't in character in parts, but read it and tell me what you think. And I know theres a million Chuck/Blair pregnancy fanfictions on this website, but I really wanted to write my own.
Blair stared at the object that sat on the edge of the bathroom sink. She was shaking nervously as she sat on the bathroom floor up against the wall. Come on Blair, just look at the damn test, get it over and done with! her mind ordered her. I can't! she mentally argued back, bringing her head down to rest on her bent knees. "I can't do this..." Blair muttered to herself. Apparently, this was a little too loudly.
"Do what?" a voice said from behind the locked bathroom door.
Blair recognised the voice, "Nate?" She didn't know why she was surprised that he was there,she was in his and Chuck's apartment afterall.
"Yeah it's me, are you alright?" he asked.
"A-actually no, not really," she replied, her eyes welling up with tears. "Can you call Chuck and tell him to come home?" She asked, upon realising that she had left her cellphone in her hand bag in Chuck's bedroom.
"What's going on Blair? Can you open the door please?"
"No, this doesn't concern you Nate!" Blair retorted a little too harshly. "Just do what I asked and call Chuck!"
"Okay," Nate gave in, taking his cellphone out of his pocket. He found his friend's number and put the phone to his ear, praying that Chuck would answer.
On the fourth ring, Chuck answered, "Hi Nate."
"Chuck!" he exclaimed in relief, moving into the living room and out of Blair's ear-shot. "You need to get home."
"What is it Nathaniel?!" he asked, beginning to panic.
"It's Blair," he started. Chuck felt his chest tighten in fear. "I came home and found her in the bathroom. She's locked herself in and refuses to come out. She told me to call you." Nate took a deep breath and added, "I think her bullimia has come back."
Chuck breathed in and out slowly, trying to control his irregular breathing, "Break down the door," he whispered.
"Break down the door Nate! I don't care how you do it, just get in there," Chuck exclaimed. "I'm on my way now." And with that, he hung up.
Nate stared at the phone for a moment in confusion. How was he supposed to break down a door? He stormed back into Chuck's bedroom and over to the door of the ensuite. "Blair, open this door. If you don't, I swear, I will break it down."
"Did you call Chuck?" she asked, blatantly ignoring Nate's statement.
"He told you to break down the door didn't he?" Blair asked, managing a small smile. Her boyfriend was always so overdramatic.
"Yes, he did."
Blair rolled her eyes but was secretly happy that Chuck cared that much about her. "Look Nate, I'm fine really. I'm just going to wait for Chuck to get here," she said.
Nate took a breath before hesitantly asking, "Is your bulimia back Blair?"
"No, of course not," she replied, feeling a little offended that he would even think that. "I haven't done that since I was 17."
"Then would you like to explain to me why you have locked yourself in a bathroom?" he said, sitting down on the floor beside the door.
"No i would not."
"It's personal," she insisted.
"Fine," Nate sighed. "But just so you know, I'm not moving from here until Chuck shows up."
"Fine by me, it's your time that you're wasting," Blair retorted harshly.
Nate rolled his eyes, but stayed true to his word. He sat there for the next 10 minutes until Chuck arrived, storming into the room. Nate stood up quickly. "Nate, what the hell are you doing? I told you to break the door down!" Chuck growled, approaching the door. He knocked frantically, "Blair, it's me."
"Chuck?" she said in relief.
"Can you let me in please?" Blair stood up from the floor, and slowly opened the door. When he saw her, he immediately pulled her into a hug. Nate just stood there, awkwardly staring at his shoes. Chuck pulled back, "Are you okay?"
Blair paused for a moment, "I think we need to talk..." She gestured towards the bathroom.
"In the bathroom?" he questioned her.
"Yes, come on," she said, turning and walking back into the bathroom, dragging Chuck with her. He gave Nate a grateful look as the door shut. Nate nodded, before leaving Chuck's bedroom to give them some privacy.
Chuck turned to his girlfriend, "What's going on Blair?"
"You're going to hate me," she sighed, staring at the ground.
"I could never hate you, I love you," he replied, taking her hand and kissing it gently. "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it."
Blair took a deep breath, "I..." she started. "I took a pregnancy test."
Chuck just stared at her in disbelief for a moment, looking extremely confused, "I-I don't understand..."
"We might be having a ba-by Chuck," Blair said slowly, dragging out each syllable of the word 'baby'.
"I mean, I don't understand how this happened," he replied, recovering enough from the shock to be able to form a sentence. "We are always so careful."
"Well things happen," she said looking at him worriedly. "Anyway, we're getting ahead of ourselves, we haven't even looked at the test yet."
"You haven't looked at it?"
"I couldn't do it," she confessed. "That's why I got Nate to call you. I need you to look at the test for me."
"Where is it?"
"On the sink."
Chuck looked over to see the pregnancy test sitting on the sink. He walked over and grabbed it, then went back over to Blair. He looked at her sincerely, "Blair, no matter what happens, whether you're pregnant or not, I want you to know that I love you."
"I know. I love you too," she gave him a small smile. "Can you look at the test now? The suspense is killing me."
He nodded, looking down at the result of the test, "Oh," he remarked, his eyes not moving from the test.
"What? W-what does it say?" She brought her hands to her cheeks worriedly.
He looked up at her, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know!?" Blair exclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulders.
"I don't know what I'm even looking for-"
"Two lines means I'm pregnant, one line means I'm not pregnant," she blurted out quickly, anxious to find out the result.
Blair watched as Chuck Bass' face turned an unhealthy shade of white. He stared at the test for a moment, before looking up at her and staring for another moment. Chuck took a deep breath, "Blair...we're having a baby."
She swore her heart skipped a beat, "What?" she breathed, feeling tears come into her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Chuck looked at her, utterly speechless. Suddenly, Blair burst into tears and began sobbing uncontrollable, "I-I'm s-so s-sorry," she stammered in between sobs.
Chuck immediately pulled her into a hug, "Oh Blair, why are you apologizing?" he said, trying to hold back a smile.
"B-because I'm about to r-ruin your l-life," she explained, pulling back from the hug.
"That's ridiculous," he grinned. "If anything, you're about to make my life a whole lot better."
She looked up in surprise, "W-wait, you're not mad?"
"Of course not," he said, brushing away a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I'm a shocked and pretty terrified, but I'm definitely not mad."
"Really?" Chuck nodded. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," Blair smiled. He also smiled, before leaning in to kiss her.
"Wow," Chuck said, breaking away from the kiss.
"Pretty soon, I'm going to be someone's father," he explained in disbelief. He smirked, "The poor kid."
"Are you kidding? You're going to be a great father," Blair assured him.
"You're going to be rethinking that statement once the baby comes, I know nothing about babies," Chuck stated bluntly.
"And you think I do?" They looked at each other worried. "What are we going to do?"
He smiled, "We'll figure it out, like all new parents do." He took Blair's hand in his. "And if we still have no idea what we're doing, we'll get a nanny."
She glared at him, "Absolutely not."
"Relax, I'm just kidding."
"It's not wise to joke around with a pregnant woman like that Bass," she teased. "We tend to snap very easily."
"I think I can handle you Waldorf," he smirked, gently pulling her close to him.
"We'll see about that."
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