AN: I have been meaning to write a Rogan, and I knew I wanted to have a storyline somewhat like this. I just wasn't sure how to make it not to AU. Well, last nights epi gave me the idea! This is not a one shot! There will be other chapters. I'm thinking less than ten chapters, and then a sequel. Let me know what you think!This is for all you Rogan lovers out there that I've been promising a Rogan to. Read, Review, Enjoy!

Solutions

Chapter 1

Logan Huntzberger stormed out of his father's office. Damn and double damn. Why couldn't Mitchum just leave well enough alone? Logan was sick and tired of his father always running his life and making demands of him. Now, in just a few short months, Mitchum would be tearing Logan away from the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That is, unless he could somehow figure out a solution.

He stayed in New York for a few hours, walking aimlessly, lost in his sea of thoughts. Occasionally he would see something in a window that he had to have for Rory. If he was unable to figure something out, at least he wanted to shower her with both gifts and his love until he had to go to London.

A few hours later, he was standing in front of Tiffany's when an idea popped into his brain. A slow smiled formed in his head as he walked inside, heading strait to the section that would hold the answer to all his problems. If only he could get Rory to agree to it.

He quickly made a purchase and called Frank. It was time to go home. Home to Rory. Home, where he could talk to Rory and ensure that they would stay together.

-GG-

Rory Gilmore sat on the couch in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. She was absorbed in a text book, highlighting and making notes as she went along.

She looked up and glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was so late. Logan had a meeting of some sort today, so when he did get home he wouldn't want to go out. She dialed the Chinese takeout place he favored- Golden Dragon- and placed a large order. As soon as she hung up, she heard him come in.

"Honey, I'm home." He said, winking as he walked over to her, handing her the large bouqet of sunflowers he bought on the way home.

"Hey you." She leaned up to kiss him. "I ordered Chinese. It should be here in about thirty five minutes."

"Good." He kissed her again. "We need to talk, Rory."

She stepped back when she heard him use her name. He only did that when he was extremely serious about something. "What's wrong?"

"Can we sit down? I need to talk to you, and this is serious, so we should sit."

She bit her lip. She thought she knew what was coming. He was still going to have to go to London. He had told her several times that he would talk to his father and get out of it, but she didn't think he would be able to. She began to brace herself for the hurt she knew she would feel within a matter of minutes.

Logan watched as she sat down. He walked over to a few of the candles she had placed around the apartment, and lit them. He lit the fireplace and put some soft music on, careful to make sure it wasn't too loud to distract them.

She looked at him oddly. Why was he trying to make their breakup so romantic?

He smiled and walked over to her, turning her slightly so he could massage her shoulders.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear, as she sighed softly, relaxing. "Rory, I love you so much. I never thought I would ever find love, and now that I've found it- found you- I'm faced with some very tough choices."

She sat up strait and turned around, looking at him. "What's going on Logan?"

He took her hands in his own.

"My father's still making me go to London."

She shut her eyes, holding back tears.

"Rory, look at me."

She did.

"I have to go."

She nodded as the tears started to fall.

"I want you to go with me."

She stared at him for a minute. "Logan, you can't be serious."

"Hear me out." He put a finger to her lips, shushing her.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He continued, looking her strait in her eyes, "There is only one way for that to happen." He paused, taking a deep breath. Fear was now coursing through him. He was so scared of what her answer would be.

"I want to continue to live with you, like we have been. I want to continue to go to bed with you every night, and wake up to you every morning. I want to cook with you, go to the gym with you- just be with you."

"But your father-"

He shook his head. "Just hear me out. My father doesn't matter at this moment. He doesn't exist. Nothing does- just you and me. Just us. Marry me."

She stared at him. He didn't? No… he couldn't- wouldn't. As she continued to stare at him, her mouth slightly open, she saw the fear and desperation covering the normally confident man. She was just about to say something, when she saw him pull out a very large ring. He did.

"Please Rory, please marry me." He pleaded, rubbing her hands with his own.

"How? You father-"

"No. It's just me and you. We can go away on spring break. No one would know until we got back."

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to forget everything except Logan, but she couldn't- she just couldn't. At that moment, as much as she knew she shouldn't say yes, for all the practical reasons, she couldn't think of one reason why. Her mind raced. Come on, come on, come on, I know there's a reason not to. London, school, marrying Logan, long distance, mom… "Logan, how? I have Yale. You have London."

He sighed, knowing that within moments his life would be forever changed. After he layed it all out there, either she would say yes or no. He hoped she would say yes.

"Rory, I know I'm asking you to give up a lot. Your mom and Yale. You can finish school in London. I'll be busy with work, so to keep you busy, you can enroll in school there."

She looked down. This wasn't part of the plan. Then again, neither was falling in love with Logan Huntzberger.

At that moment, she knew what her answer would be. She knew her mom would be mad. His family would be irate. Her grandparents would have aneurisms. Her dad liked Logan, so that would be ok. As much as other people would be against it, she knew if she just let him leave her behind she would never stop regretting it.

"Yes."

Yes? She said yes? "You said, you said yes?"

She smiled. She nodded.

He threw his arms around her, kissing her. Soon they were standing and he was spinning her around. "We're getting married."

She nodded. "We're getting married!"

He kissed her again. "Clear your schedule for Spring break. We can get married then. Are you ok with that. Vegas ok?"

She laughed. "Perfect."

And for now, everything would be perfect. They would deal with telling their families after spring break. They would deal with school after they were married. They would deal with it all later. Tonight, they would celebrate.