Pairing: Luke & Lorelai (seriously, what else...?)

Setting: Despite what the beginning may imply, sometime before "Luke Can See Her Face."

Disclaimer: I don't know why people even write these things. It's obvious that I don't own anything, so don't sue me. There ya go, that's all you really need to know.

A/N: Special thanks to ocdwithlhg who reformatted this story into word for me so i could post it. A/N 2: I reposted this because the italics didn't show up the first time i did it. The italics are there to show that those are Lorelai's thoughts.

The bell above the door jingled pleasantly. It jingled all the way, thought Lorelai. Ooh, the sleighs! That's what would make the night perfect! I'll rent the sleighs we used for the Bracebridge dinner!

The last few weeks had been hectic and unorganized at the Gilmore household. By that I mean more so than usual: not just a few pairs of the extra tight jeans, a Hello Kitty waffle iron, and that underwear with the propellers on them strewn carelessly about the floor, she interjected. No, scratch that, they're always, in fact, placed rather carefully; some of my things just don't get along. If you leave the Jimmy Choo's by the running shoes, the running shoes will get jealous. No, certain things must be kept in opposite corners from each other. Yes, this is all very reasonable thinking, indeed. An organized chaos, if you will.

Well, with the holiday season just around the corner, and their anniversary, in fact, a few days before that, there is nothing organized about this chaos. With all the planning left to do, the inside of Lorelai's head is more hectic than usual, AND running in overdrive.

Imagine, if you will, a bomb. This bomb is filled with tons of little wires, all connecting to different sites. These wires are all pulled out and reorganized, often put into the wrong spot. In this chaos, you can imagine what would happen: the bomb explodes. Ooh, I've got one! It's like Mulhulland Drive in California! All these cars are racing foreword, and passing each other, competing for the front of the line, and there are so many dips and bumps, and well, sudden turns on the road, that a few cars are just bound to crash, and it would be perfectly normal for one or two to completely run off the road and into a tree or something, right? Yes, well, because the stress is just never enough until you add caffeine to the mix, Lorelai stands at the counter of Luke's diner. You bet I need coffee! You mean the steaming brown liquid that is my elixir of life? That's the only life support machine I'll ever need? That's, well, the love of my life? (That is, it's the love of my life next to the hunk that gives it to me!) Speaking of my lovely Luuuuuuuuuukey, is that his voice I hear?

"So, what'll it be?" Hmmm, it certainly SOUNDS like him... "Lorelai?" God, I love that voice.

"Okay, I'm gonna count to ten now." Oh! That's another one! My mind's like Time's Square on New Year's Eve during the countdown: hectic, crowded, loud, can't move, can't breathe, claustrophobic, causes you to hyperventilate, like a straight jacket, you start to suffocate; you're in hell. Then, suddenly, "10!... 9!... 8!... 7!... 6!... 5!... 4!... 3!...2!... 1!... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The ball drops, and everything is lost. You have to start all over again, on a clean slate.

"Okay, Cheeseburger and fries it is." In Lorelai's in depth conversation with herself, she'd failed to answer Luke's question, at all. Oh well, he's used to it.

Finally, Luke's words made it to her, as we've said already, frazzled mind, "Bring coffee, too, please!"

"And she speaks..." Lorelai hears Luke mumble from the kitchen. Hey, what's up with all this third person stuff, anyway? Who's narrating this thing?

"Very funny," I shoot back (see, all first person pronouns), "I'm just a little distracted. I've been really busy, lately."

"Not too busy for this, I hope," Luke hints as he leans over to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Oh, I'm never too busy for THAT," I can always clear my schedule.

BRRRRRRRRING BRRRRRRRRING BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING

"Jingle... bells... Jingle bells... dashing through...snow," Lorelai mumbles sleepily before getting up to pick up the ringing phone. "You better have a damn good reason for calling me so early, or I'm gonna rip off your head and feed it to those hell hounds Mrs. Kim keeps talking about... I mean, I had a child out of wedlock my friend, and when I was 16, no less; they've got to be lurking around here somewhere..." She slurred sleepily into the phone, while simultaneously investigating her surroundings, as though searching for said hell hounds.

"Um, Lorelai? Hi... It's Luke. Is this a bad time...?"

Lorelai glances over at the fuzzy blue alarm clock by her bed, "Luke, its 5:00 in the morning. I'm sorry; don't take this the wrong way, but what the hell could you possibly want?"

"Oh, sorry, I'll keep it short."

"I would be much obliged."

"Okay, you see, the Stars Hollow elementary school is putting on a production of The Music Man. The thing is, this year; they're choosing to have most of the adult roles played by adults in the community. I have no idea how it happened, but I, somehow..." his voice suddenly dropped dramatically in volume as he mumbled the last part of the sentence.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that, Luke, dear? I couldn't hear you over the absolutely dead silence that tends to accompany this ungodly hour. You'll have to speak up." Lorelai said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster up at 5:00 in the morning.

"I said I got roped into playing Professor Harold Hill..." Luke said back, slightly grudgingly.

"What! Oh my God! That's hilarious! My little Lukey's gonna be a singer... He got the big lead in the school musical... I'm soooooooo proud of my little Lukey..." by now, Lorelai is using her singsong voice that she tends to reserve for babies.

"Okay, you can shut up now... Anyway, they asked me to cast the role of Marion Paroo. I only really know of two people I'd ever consider casting, and it would be kind of weird to be acting opposite Rory, so I guess that leaves you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that? Little Lukey Poo wants me to be in the musical with him? Does he need to me to stand beside him and hold his hand during the scary big performance? Does he want me to keep him company, and dance with him, and sing with him, and -" Luke, being fed up, cut her off there. It's most likely for the best, though, as Lorelai's following words would likely have taken the path of, "and kiss him."

"Would you cut it out already? Do you want to be in the musical, or not?"

Lorelai hesitated ever so slightly before answering, "Uh, sure, Luke, okay."

A/N: Yes, I know that this is an EXTREMELY unlikely scenario, but oh well. Lorelai would be far more likely to be conning Luke (though he probably wouldn't give in), but, hey, are to be different, right...? I definitely should have come up with the reason for giving in before I wrote/posted this part, but I'm working on that (any ideas...?).

A/N 2: This, obviously, wasn't intended to be a one shot piece, but should I continue, or not...? I wasn't that happy with the quality of my writing on this piece, but I wanted to post it, anyway, so please let me know if you think it's any good.