Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

Author's note: I have a terrible track record with continuing a story but I do love writing little one-shots when the urge strikes. By the description you already know this is AU. I think that's all you need to know. I love a glimpse into what could've been when Lorelai was a teenager.

Also a bit inspired by Ultrawoman's "Baby Daddy" story, check it out if you haven't. It's excellent!

1984

Lorelai's hand gripped the tree branch as she swung her leg up onto said tree branch and hoisted herself up. She crawled out to where the branch extended over part of the house and carefully, and quietly, slid onto the roof. A routine she performed many times before, here and the many maneuvers she made to get out of her own house, that she did it with ease and a little grace. On the rooftop, she scurried across until she reached the appropriate window. She crouched down and drummed her fingers against the glass. She waited a few minutes and when the sleeping figure inside the room was still asleep with no sign of waking, she drummed her fingers against the glass once more. A little louder this time. There was a slight stirring but nothing concrete and he still remained asleep.

Lorelai gave a heavy sigh into the night air when that didn't work and raised her fist to knock on the window. She tried to keep the knocks quiet as not to disturb anyone except the one person she wanted to disturb but quiet enough that she didn't wake the rest of the house. Her semi-loud knocks worked and the figure sat up in bed and switched on the lamp on the nightstand. She watched as he checked the clock on the nightstand then looked back at her.

Seeing his confused face and rumbled bed-head, she smiled and motioned for him to open the window.

"Hey sleepyhead!" Lorelai greeted when the window started to slid up. "About time you woke up."

"Lorelai," he sighed sleepily. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

She gave her shoulders a shrug. "I couldn't sleep."

He blinked wearily at her. "It's the middle of the night."

"Actually, it's very early in the morning," Lorelai corrected. "Did you know people actually wake up this early on purpose? To go running? They're crazy."

He was still tired, barely awake, but the indignation in her voice at the thought of people exercising this early brought a small smile to his face. "They're not the only ones."

"Hey, if that's a dig at me for being on your roof at 4 o'clock in the morning..."

"It is," he interrupted.

She huffed. "Fine, okay. I'll just go."

"It was a joke, don't go," he called out when she turned her back to him.

She shook her head at him but had a smile on her face as she did so. "You're never going to get anywhere in life if you give in that easy."

He rubbed at his sleep-crusted eyes and moved aside to give her the opportunity to climb in. "Come in."

Lorelai accepted the invitation and his hand as she climbed through his window. She huddled against him for warmth against the cool and crisp early morning air. He rubbed his hand along her back and tried to guide her back to his bed. She froze when she realized what he was trying to do.

"I didn't come here for that."

"I didn't think you did," he defended himself. "It's early, I thought you might want to lay down."

"Oh."

"I'm not expecting anything."

"I'm sorry," Lorelai apologized. "Besides wouldn't be the first time I crawled through the window and ended up in the bed. Though, it would be the second."

He wrapped his arms around her when she cuddled up to him again. "Come on, let's lay down. Or you lay down and I'll sit on the floor whatever you're comfortable with."

"No," Lorelai declined the offer. "I have a better idea."

"A better idea than sleeping? This early in the morning?"

"Yes." Lorelai's face brightened and he had to remind her to be quiet because people were still sleeping. "Let's go get ice cream!"

He scoffed at the idea. "No."

"Yes, please?" Lorelai begged, poking her bottom lip out. "Please?"

"Who crawls through someone's window at 4am to go for ice cream?"

"I do," Lorelai answered though she knew he wasn't looking for an answer.

"No," he told her again.

"Luke," Lorelai sighed his name. "Please? Let's just go, please? Please?"

Luke watched her, this wasn't what he came to know as her usual begging to get her way. This was bordering on pleading. There was something different, something behind her eyes that he couldn't quite place. She looked lost. He gave in.

"Let me get dressed first."

She squealed then immediately apologized for being loud as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a smooch on his cheek. "Thank you and don't worry, I won't peek."

As promised, she didn't peek. Instead she turned back to the window and waited for him. She knew he was done when a jacket was being pushed her way.

"It's cold out," Luke said. "You look cold."

Lorelai looked down at her long-sleeved shirt and knew it wouldn't be enough to protect against the cold, early morning air but she had left her house in a hurry. She accepted the offer and he helped her into slip into one of his jackets. She smirked when she realized exactly what jacket he had given her.

"Your letterman jacket?" Lorelai teased. "Why, Butch, are you asking me to go steady?"

"I'll let you freeze," Luke threatened.

"Shutting up now," Lorelai promised. It was an empty promise. "Now, I can hear the ice cream calling our name."

Lorelai tried to sneak back out through the window but Luke insisted that they could go out the front door. She said that was no fun but went along with his plan because it was one that she had to talk him into anyway. When they made it outside, he opened the passenger side door for her before making his way to his side of the truck. After the measures they went through to keep quiet, Luke cranked up the truck and winced at the sound it made while Lorelai giggled in the passenger seat.

"Your truck is too loud."

"I usually don't sneak out the house at 4am for ice cream."

"Stick with me and you'll learn something new every day," Lorelai smiled.

Luke carefully backed out the driveway after there were no signs that his father heard the noise. He turned out onto the empty street and began to drive.

"Where are we even going to get ice cream at this time?"

"There's a twenty-four supermarket right outside of town," Lorelai pointed out. "You can venture out of the town sometimes, Butch."

"Stop calling me that or I turn the truck around."

Lorelai pretended to zip her lips.

For the time being, she was quiet while he drove. He looked over at her briefly and she was staring out the window. She wasn't smiling until she caught him looking then she gave him a smile and went back to staring out the window.

"How'd you even get to my house?" he asked, breaking up the silence.

"I found a bus that ran at this time."

"Your mom would hate that."

She smiled mischievously. "I know."

Before too long, Luke pulled up in front of the 24-hour supermarket Lorelai had named. She was out of the truck before him and already to the front door by the time he even stepped foot out the truck. He quickly caught up to her.

"Hmm, now I see why they gave you a letterman jacket for track."

"Remember the freezing thing, I'll leave you here," Luke reminded her.

"I'll just take the bus again."

"You're a pro at it now."

Lorelai breezed past him as she entered the store. "I know."

She navigated the aisles until they came upon the frozen section. She scanned the pints through the glass door before opening it and selecting two flavors. With ice cream in had, she declared that they would need spoons to eat it unless they wanted to freeze their fingers off. He followed behind her while they searched the multiple aisles before happening up a box of plastic utensils. He reached for the box but she was faster, tucking it under her arm, and juggling the two pints of ice cream plus some chocolate syrup he hadn't seen her grab.

When they happened upon a weary-looking cashier, Lorelai dumped the contents in front of him and waited for the items to be scanned. When the total was announced, she looked expectantly at Luke.

Luke grabbed his wallet and threw down a couple of bills while Lorelai gathered their bag. By the time he received his change, she had already left the store. His track years kicked in again and he hurried off behind her. He found her sitting in his truck.

"You could've waited for me," he said as he climbed into the truck where she was opening up her pint of ice cream.

"Sorry," she mumbled the apology before reaching into the bag that now sat on the seat between them. She produced his pint of ice cream and two spoons. "Here."

"I don't want any," Luke said, taking the ice cream from her and putting it back in the bag.

Lorelai stabbed at her ice cream with the spoon. "You're missing out."

"I'll live," Luke replied.

He dug the keys out of his jacket pocket and inserted them into the ignition. He was about to crank up the trunk when Lorelai placed her hands over his.

"Can we just sit here for a minute?"

He was taken aback her tone. He had only heard her sound like that when she was upset. He left the keys in the ignition but made no move to crank up the truck. He gave her a nod of his head.

"Yeah. Sure."

Lorelai gave him a grateful smile before going back to messing with her ice cream. And that's exactly what he noticed she was doing. Repeatedly stabbing it with her spoon and swirling the melting pieces around, not really eating any of it just playing with it. When she caught him watching her again, she lifted a spoonful and shoved it in her mouth. He grabbed the chocolate syrup from her bag and passed it off to her but she let it rest in her lap when she ate another spoonful of ice cream.

He got her attention when she went back to staring at the window. "Lorelai, everything okay?"

Lorelai sniffled and forced a grin onto her lips. "I'm fine, just want to sit here for a minute."

Luke prodded further, asking again if everything was okay.

She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes. "No." She sniffled again and wiped at her eyes. "I have something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

She took a deep breath and exhaled because this was big.

Huge.

Ginormous.

Monumental.

Life changing.

"I'm pregnant."

It was only one night, she thought.

She had met Luke this past summer. It was after a fight with Christopher on the Fourth of July. Her parents were throwing a big shin-dig for the occasion and when her fight with Christopher happened a few feet away from the proceedings, he was sent home by his parents and she was sent to her room. She snuck out of her room and ended up in a small town called Stars Hollow. At their Fourth of July festival and with a pilfered cup of spiked punch in her hand, she ran into Luke. Quite literally. She walked away from their encounter with a stained shirt, as did he, and with the knowledge that there were going to be trips to Stars Hollow in her future.

After that, any time Lorelai visited the town it was to hang out with Luke. They were friends. At least she insisted they were friends, she wasn't sure where he stood at the time. But as time went on, a friendship did develop. In between school and her parents, Stars Hollow and Luke were both a place of refuge from her own life. There were a few nights where she climbed onto his roof and snuck in the window. Of course, she was still with Christopher, so she and Luke were only friends. Christopher didn't like their blossoming friendship and didn't understand that they were only friends. It was after she broke up with Christopher, due to his jealousy issues, that something happened between her and Luke. They grew a little closer. And one night, after an argument with her parents, she snuck out her window and snuck in his. They slept together. Only once. And she could've sworn they were careful.

They hadn't done anything since then. Her parents found out about him and forbid her from seeing them. Which normally would not have been a problem because she knew many ways to sneak out her house but her school and social life were suddenly packed to the brim all at the hands of Emily and she didn't have a moment to sneak off to see Luke. They talked, somewhat, over the phone. But it wasn't the same. Even when she did see him recently, it was like they reverted back to being friends.

"You're what?"

Lorelai sighed. "Pregnant, Luke. Pregnant."

"And it's mine?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing!" Luke sputtered. "I just..."

"Called me a whore?"

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to."

With that, Lorelai snatched open the passenger side door and let the ice cream in her hand fall down to the pavement below her feet. She slammed the door behind her as she marched off with the sounds of him calling out behind her. She moved around him when he crossed in front of her and stopped in an attempt to get her to slow down.

"Lorelai, come on, back in the truck."

"There's a bus stop not too far from here," Lorelai called back. "I'm a big girl, I can manage."

He dashed after her. He wasn't just going to let her walk away. He beat her to the highway and for some reason, this time she stopped when he stood in front of her.

"Look, I'm sorry," Luke apologized. "I didn't mean that, I was just...surprised."

"Well join the club," Lorelai retorted, sarcasm tinged her voice.

He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Let's go back to my truck and we'll talk, okay?"

Lorelai considered it and then nodded her head. After all, she couldn't avoid it now. "I consider it a miracle to get you to be the one saying 'we'll talk.'"

Luke wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked back to his truck. When they made it back to the truck, Lorelai made no move to climb inside. Instead, she leaned against the back of the truck. They were quiet, him watching her, and her looking everywhere but at him.

"We were careful, right?" Lorelai finally asked, still not looking at him.

"Yeah, of course," Luke immediately replied.

Lorelai wrapped her arms around her waist, hugging herself. She looked down at the ground. "Guess that doesn't always work."

"Do your parents know?"

That made her laugh. "Of course not. I'm not locked away in a tower somewhere." She finally met his eyes. "You're the first person I told."

"When did you find out?"

"Like a week ago," Lorelai answered. She wiped at her eyes that had started to tear up again. "What are we going to do, Luke?"

He had no idea. But he took her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"We'll figure it out."

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