Please Don't Tell Her
Summary: What if, instead of Lorelai seeking comfort from Chris, Luke is the one who goes to find comfort, and then tries to make it right.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my pretty new computer, and that isn't fully paid for yet, so in fact I own nothing.
Rating: Teen.
Luke woke up and groaned. His head killed him and he couldn't even remember where he was? He smelt the faintest hint of perfume and turned and snuggled into the women lying next to him. He hoped and prayed that it was Lorelai and the pounding headache was a result from their making up.
But he opened his eyes and saw black hair, and it was somewhat curly. The hope began to grow, and he saw a flash of blue and he almost smiled but then the voice dashed it all. 'So your awake?' the raspy voice did not belong to his fiancée, and the dread he awoke with, grew.
'You want some breakfast?' the voice asked and he grunted. In reaction to the very idea of food when he felt like his stomach was coated in acid and his head pounded like a gong in his head.
'Nah.' He got out and rubbed his head, hoping to ease the ache, and suddenly he saw Lorelai's heart broken expression that seemed to always hang in the air as of late.
'I have to go open the diner, I'll call you later.' He said and he saw the hurt look in her eyes. One act, and he had hurt two women in his lives. Maybe more. 'I will come over tonight? And we can talk?' He said and she smiled, and her hurt expression was gone from her face. 'Sounds good.' She leans in and kisses him and he smiles awkwardly. 'So uh, tonight?' he asked and she nodded. 'Tonight.' He left and thought about how he was supposed to explain this to Lorelai.
'Shit' he said as he started his truck. Could he just tell his fiancée, the women he has loved for nine years. What the hell was he going to do?