A/N: This is set somewhere in Rory's sophomore year at Yale. Everything in the show happened, there's just one minor adjustment, but if I told you what it was it would ruin the story! So you'll have to read on to find out...
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to whoever owns Gilmore Girls these days. I own nothing but Chloe.


Rory was heading back to her dorm, arms full with books and coffee, when someone bumped into her, making her spill almost half of her precious liquid, and drop one of her books.

"Oh, sorry Chloe. See you tomorrow." The offender said, as Rory bent down to pick up the book. She stood up to correct them, only to realize that they'd already disappeared. She sighed. This was not the first time she had been mistaken for someone else. In fact, she had been mistaken for this Chloe person so many times over the past few months, that she was beginning to wonder who the hell Chloe was. Shrugging it off she took another large gulp of coffee and continued towards her dorm.

A few days later, she was over visiting Steph, when she decided to run out and grab some coffee at the coffee cart outside Steph's dorm. As she waited impatiently in line, she began to wonder how long it was going to take the coffee cart guy to get her order right. She was such a coffee addict that she had a quasi-friendship with many of the coffee-cart guys on campus, who knew her name and coffee of choice by heart. Unfortunately, she didn't visit Steph's dorm, and this particular coffee cart very often, so she hadn't had a chance to train this guy in the ways of Gilmore girls and coffee. So needless to say, she was extremely surprised when she got to the front of the line and the coffee cart guy had the exact coffee she had been planning on ordering ready and waiting for her.

"But...what...how did you know what I wanted?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"Uh, you come here every day. Five or six times a day. And you always order the same thing."

"No, I don't think I've ever been here before."

"Of course you have."

"No, I'm realy pretty sure I haven't."

"Seriously Chloe? Just take the coffee."

Ah. Chloe. Of course, she should have known. But wait, Chloe and she drank their coffee the same way? Now Rory was really curious. Her Mom was the only person besides herself she knew who took coffee that way. Or that often, for that matter. She paid the coffee guy, and headed back towards Steph's room, only to find the blonde squealing on the phone, jumping up and down excitedly. She hung up as Rory settled down on the couch.

"Okay girly, hurry up and drink that coffee!" The rambunctious blonde said. "We've only got two hours!"

"To do what," Rory asked, making no efforts to expedite the coffee-drinking process.

"To get ready! We're meeting the boys at the pub!"

"All this excitement for a night at the pub?"

"Yeah?" Steph shrugged. Rory gave her a pointed look. "Okay, well, I may, possibly, also be a tiny bit excited, because Colin was the one that called, and, umm, things have been good between us lately, and well..." she trailed off.

"Got it." Everyone knew Steph and Colin were both secretly in love with the other, but too stubborn to admit it. Rory had only recently managed to get Steph to admit she liked Colin as more than a friend.

"So, what are we wearing?" Rory asked.

Stephanie squealed. "Ooh! I know just the thing!" And she dashed off to her closet. Rory got up and followed, all thoughts of Chloe buried in the back of her mind.

They'd been at the pub for a couple hours, and Rory was contentdly tipsy and enjoying the antics of her far-more-drunk friends. Steph was sitting next to Colin, and the two of them had been stealing glances at each other all evening. Finn was, once again, trying to convince Rosemary to sleep with him. Logan had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and was talking to Robert about something or other, while she jumped into the conversation every once in awhile. And Juliet had gone up to the bar to get another drink. Rory smiled to herself, last year she never would have imagined herself hanging out with this crowd, and much less enjoying herself. But she was, and she loved them all, she'd found them to be great friends.

"Hey, Colin, move over!" Juliet said, having arrived back at the table. Judging by her inability to remain standing, Juliet was clearly the most drunk of them all. Except maybe Finn.

"Come on Colin," she whined. "I wanna sit down! So move over!" She said grumpily, staring at Robert.

He looked up at her, slightly amused. "Well Jules, I'd be happy to let you sit, but I'm not Colin."

Juliet just looked at him. "I'm not Colin," he said again. "I'm Robert. Colin would be the one over there" he pointed, "making googly eyes at Ms. Vanderbilt."

At this Colin's head snapped up. "What?" he asked sharply, having missed Juliet's moment of confusion.

"Juliet here thought I was you," Robert supplied. "I was just correcting her."

Colin scoffed indignantly. "You confused me with that idiot?"

"Hey!" Robert protested.

"Not my fault," Juliet stated. "You look alike."

Both Colin and Robert protested this statement.

"Come on. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Taller than me. You look alike." She giggled, and then, as an afterthought continued. "Especially when I'm drunk."

Everyone else had erupted into fits of laughter, save Colin and Robert. Suddenly Rory was reminded of another case of mistaken identity.

"Ooh, that reminds me!" She said suddenly. "Does anyone know a girl named Chloe?"

"What's she look like?" Robert asked.

Rory shrugged. "No idea. I've never met her."

"Who is she, love?"

"I don't know that either, Finn. But ever since school started this year, people keep mistaking me for her, and calling me Chloe. And today, I found out she's addicted

to coffee just like I am. Drinks it the same way too."

"Weird."

"How on earth did you find that out?"

"The coffee cart guy."

"Oh right. I forgot you were such good friends with all of them."

Rory just shrugged. "So none of you know her?"

"Nope."

"Oh well," she sighed. "We must have really similar hair or something."

"Probably," Steph agreed.

"So! Who needs more alcohol, mates?" Finn asked, standing up. He took everyone's order and headed off towards the bar, but Rory was still caught up in thoughts of the mysterious Chloe.