Blair sat on the edge of her claw footed tub staring at the small plastic stick on her polished marble counter. The waves of panic rippled through her stomach and fear gripped her throat and she looked down to her patent flats. "I'm not pregnant. I'm not pregnant. I am not pregnant." she looked up at her pale reflection determination in her wide brown eyes. "I Blair Waldorf command myself NOT to be pregnant." Visions of Yale's ivy covered brick walls dissolved like smoke into tiny pink onesies and cribs. She saw herself holding the tiny blanketed bundle a masculine hand gripping her shoulder. She looked up into his face and- She shook her head clearing the thoughts away. She didn't even know who to picture in her nightmare, dependable, loyal Nate or smarmy, seductive Chuck. Chuck whose long fingers had wrapped around her waist, laying her into the back of his limo and her bed, his wide pouty lips brushing her neck his hot breath tickling her neck. A shiver of guilty pleasure ran up her spine. No. NO. There was no room for baby bumps on the met steps. It was a place for lattes and gossip not strollers and bottles. The chime on her phone jingled cheerfully in her phone.
Blair exhaled picking up the stick her eyes shut. She'd never wanted to see something negative this badly in her whole life. For the first time in her life the petit brunette craved failure. She looked down. Like her report cards since fourth grade she had yielded a bright little plus. Her knees crumpled and she dropped the test gripping the counter as she sat on the floor. She picked up her phone and hands shaking sent of an SOS. Then she dropped her phone onto the plush white carpet, curled into a ball and began to sob.

The irritated blonde stomping in her scuffed brown boots wished to ignore the chime that meant she had a text. 'Probably Blair sending some bitchy little comment about her perfect nonpregnant life.' She stopped and flipped open the phone ready to be just as bitchy when she read the garbled text.
I'M PREGNANT. LIve OvR. NEver cming oot again.
Serena nearly dropped her phone. No, no way. She must have read the test wrong. The test was defective. There was no way Blair was-
"PREGNANT? Are you kidding me? Didn't you use protection?"
"Of course I DID! It must have broken or... I don't know." Blair threw herself facedown into her Marie Antoinette inspired bed. "Stop yelling at me the stress will make me miscarry."
"Wait... You're not thinking about keeping it are you?"
"I have to."
"Why? Why do you have to-"
" Abortions are for tacky New Jersey girls who sleep with guidos in the back of camaros. And adoptions are for celebs in Darfur." she said sitting up wiping her tear streaked face. "I have to raise this baby."

"Are you gonna tell Nate? I mean he's gonna be a father and-"

"It might not be." Said Blair gripping her silky pillow looking away from Serena's shocked expression.

"Who else's B?"

"Chuck Bass."

"CHUCK?"

"Shh! You can't tell anyone especially not Nate or Chuck."

"You need to tell them- him-.. one of them is gonna be a father. And you need to tell him. Have you done a paternity test?"

"No, I have to be farther along."

"Well until then what are you gonna do until then? Tell both?"

"No! No… I'll just hide it until I can find out then, tell the father." Blair looked down at her hands. "I know I've been a raging bitch lately but-"

"I'll help you out of course!"

"Thanks S." Blair fell onto Serena's pale legs and closed her eyes. She felt her friend lithe fingers run over her brunette head. The vision of the baby filled her head and this time she looked up into his face. It was still blurred but this time she felt a mile slide over her lips.

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