A/N: This story takes place during the end of the episode "Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing out," (the newest one with Jess). I gave the episode a twist ending.

Chapter 1: Going Home

Previously on Gilmore Girls

Rory had followed Jess outside after Logan had called him "the blond dick at Yale" and they had been arguing about Rory and her new life.

"This isn't you Rory you know it isn't. What's going on?" He yelled at her.

"I don't know," she responded, wrapping her arms around herself. "I don't know." She stated in a mere whisper, as much to herself as to him.

His eyes softened, he had never meant to make her feel bad. He just wanted answers, answers he had pushed, maybe a little too hard, to get.

His tone changed, his volume returned to that of a normal conversation. "Okay, ahh…maybe, maybe…maybe we'll catch up at a better time."

He reaches out and touches her arm in a reassuring way. What he was trying to reassure her of he didn't know, but it hurt him to see her this way. She was so clearly lost, there was nothing he could do.

He began to walk away, turning around for one more look at her.

"Happy Birthday by the way, wasn't that a couple of weeks ago?" he questioned already knowing the answer.

Rory nodded confirming that her birthday had in fact passed not too long ago. He gave her one last sweet sad smile and walked away, feeling guilty for pushing her so hard. Little did he know that in truth he had pushed just hard enough.

She watched him go, her mind racing. Once there was nothing left to watch she turned and stormed into the pub.

They had been arguing for a while, Rory tried to stay calm. This was made difficult by the way Logan was acting, he was loud. Louder than he had ever been before. This was a loud that could only be defined as a scream. He was angry, that was clear.

"I didn't tell you to quit Yale, you did that I gave you one month and you went beyond a month and it had nothing to do with me, it was all you. You wanna change? Change it, but don't blame me don't you dare blame me. You know what? Why don't you go off with John, Jake or whatever his name is."

"Oh, I'm not going off with Jess," she said annoyed that he would even suggest it.

Logan sighed; it had been a long night. A night that he wanted to end.

"C'mon," he said defeated.

Rory's expression changed, after what she had just witnessed the though of going anywhere with him at this time scared her. "Where?" she questioned her voice slightly unsteady.

"Let's go, I wanna go, I don't wanna be here."

"I don't wanna go," she said.

"Well I drove you here and I wanna go!" his volume had grown once more.

"I don't wanna go," she said her voice was now strong and firm.

"Fine, I'll cover the bill, cab; do whatever you want it's your choice." He gave up, if she didn't want to leave with him then she could make her own way home. He turned and left.

Rory took a deep breath, realizing she had been holding her breath for a while now. She looked around, wonder what she was going to do now.

At the Gilmore house

Emily walked up to Rory's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Rory, its 7:30," no response. "Rory?" not getting a response for the second time she walked straight into the room. Looking around she found absolutely no sign of Rory.

At Lorelai's house

The sun is shining through the window as Luke slowly wakes up.

"Lorelai?" he questions after realizing she's no longer next to him.

Not getting a response he gets out of bed and walks towards the kitchen, he takes a quick look up the stairs and continues on up to Rory's bedroom. The door is open halfway, so he pushes it open all the way and steps in.

He sees Lorelai sitting on the chair at the end of Rory's bed and begins to walk slowly towards her, but stops dead after seeing who is on the bed.

He looks from Lorelai back to the bed wondering what had happened for Rory to be home. He didn't know what to do, should he wake them? Should he at least wake Lorelai? He wanted to know what was going on, but it had been a long time since his fiancée had, had a good nights sleep. Seeing the expression on her face told him all he needed to know. Being as quiet as possible he slipped from the room into the kitchen and began to make breakfast.

A/N: Tell me what you think! I have some great ideas of what is going to happen. If you like it I'll continue.