Summary: Logan and Rory are friends. They have been for five years now, since Rory came to Yale for the first time in her senior year at Chilton. They've just graduated form Yale a few months ago. Something happens to put Rory in a slump. She tries to drown her sorrows in alcohol with her best friend, Logan. But what happens when they try on their beer goggles?

Chapter One: Our Circumstances

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Logan glanced at his watch. It was 4:30 in the morning. Who would be at his door at that time? Luckily he had gotten up early to finish an article and was not asleep to miss the most important visit in his life.

He looked out of the peek hole. It was Rory, his best friend. He opened the door wide to let her in.

"Hey, Ace. Did you lose your watch again?" He joked.

She didn't smile, just walked in and sat down on the soft, black couch in his living room. He followed her and sat down too.

Rory couldn't believe that this had happened. One month ago she had been sitting in a bar, sad about letting a possible Mr. Right leave. Now, here she was, about to tell her best friend huge news, most likely the biggest he'd ever heard. She began to get nervous. She felt the butterflies whacking around in her stomach.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a questioning look.

She bit her bottom lip, and he knew that she was thinking. She always bit her bottom lip when she was thinking. He could even remember her doing that the fist time he'd met her five years ago at Yale.

"Hi." Said a beautiful, brown haired woman as she stepped in front of him with a forced smile plastered on her face.

"Hi." He replied.

"My name is Rory Gilmore. I'm sure you don't know me, but my mom is Lorelai Gilmore. You see, I kinda inherit a coffee addiction from her. It's a Gilmore things." She pauses.

He smirks. "Ummm...Okay, Gilmore. Good for you, Gilmore. You know there is a coffee over at the coffee kiosk rigth there, Gilmore." He points to the coffee kiosk where Rory had just come from.

"Correction, there was coffee over there. But not anymore."

"Oh, well, I feel sorry for you and your Gilmore family, but I..."

"No. You don't understand. You took the last five coffees. FIVE!" She interrupted.

"Well, I have to say that I'm very glad I ran into someone that can actually count 'cause that blond I was just talking to back there...Well, let's just say I had my doubts." He smirks again.

Then, she bit her bottom lip. There was a pause as she thought of what to say next. She finally started again with, "Why in the heck do you have five coffees anyway?"

He smiled at the memory.

"I'm not really sure if this is wrong. I mean in these circumstances, I guess yes. But in any other circumstances...I don't know." She said, knocking him out of his thougts as he tried to listen to what she was saying. It took him a minute, but he answered with, "What is it then?"

She took a deep breath.

"I don't really know how to say this, so I'll just come out with it. I'm pregnant."