A/N: Hey people of Fanfiction. This is my first Gilmore Girls story, and it was inspired by season 1, episode 9 where Rory goes to the dance with Dean and stays out all night. This may end up just being a oneshot, because honestly all this was for was to get me back into writing. I might come back to it and add more later, I do have a few ideas. But don't get your hopes up, I have a 10 month old son who takes all of my time and energy. Let me know what you think!

The Morning After

"Rory? Rory, wake up."

I stirred and found myself pinned. I could hear people talking, but I didn't want to move. I was aware of being in someone's arms, and they were warm and smelled wonderful. I snuggled closer.

"Rory, have you been here all night?" There was that voice again. "It's Miss Patty, wake up. Your mom is looking for you."

Miss Patty? Why is Miss Patty at my house?

Suddenly, I shoot up, startling a sleeping Dean in the process. Dean! Oh God. He's not wearing clothes. I'm not wearing clothes. We're in Miss Patty's studio. I shake his shoulder to wake him completely, and we turn to look at Miss Patty, who is looking away while holding out my coat. I take it quickly and throw it over myself, trying to cover Dean as well. "What time is it?"

She looks down at her watch. "It's 5:30 honey. You need to get home. I'll call your mom and tell her you're on your way."

Mom! Mom's going to kill me!

I get up, quickly throwing on my dress from last night and tossing my coat over Dean, who is still trying to process what is going on. As I try to leave, he grabs my wrist to stop me and I notice that there's a dozen people staring at us. I pull my hand free and sprint from the studio, not stopping to grab my shoes or bag.

As I run down the street, probably looking a mess, I think back on last night.

"C'mon, Rory, just for a few minutes. It's only 11, you have plenty of time to get home." Dean and I were standing outside of Patty's dance studio, not wanting the night to end.

"Okay, but only a few minutes. My mom will freak if I'm late," I told him firmly. We quietly opened the door and slipped into the dark studio. "You know, it was really hot the way you defended me tonight," I said seductively, wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's shoulders.

He smirked at me and pulled me closer. "Oh, yeah? How's this for hot?" And suddenly he was kissing me. Not the kind of sweet, innocent kisses we exchanged regularly. This was lust-filled, and wonderful.

Dean unzipped the back of my dress, and I looked at him with a mix of fear and desire. "Are you okay with this? I want you." I nod, and he pulls my dress down my body.

"Do you have protection?" I asked him as he pushed me on to one of the yoga mats.

"No, but trust me. We'll be fine," he assured me, capturing my lips with his once more, and we gave into the passion.

I finally reach my house, and I see my grandma's car in the driveway. Crap! I'm so dead.

I walk up the driveway and realize I don't have my key. Not wanting to knock and give myself away just yet, I grab the key from the turtle and quietly let myself in. I can hear my mom and grandma in the kitchen. They're fighting about me.

"She's going to get pregnant." My grandma's words stunned me. "She's going to get pregnant, and you're going to lose her. Like I lost you."

I didn't hear my mom's response. Pregnant. No, not possible. But we didn't use protection. No, Rory. Don't think like that. It was a one time thing, you aren't going to get pregnant.

I'm shaken from my thoughts by the sound of the front door slamming. Slowly, I pull myself out from behind the wall and walk into the kitchen to see my mom staring out the window.

"Mom-"

"Where were you?" She turns to scream at me. "I wake up, with my mother here, to find that you never came home!"

"I'm sorry-"

"Did you sleep with him?" She asks, and I can't bring myself to look at her. I can hear the disappointment in her voice as she asks if we used protection. I'm so ashamed, I don't look up. "Rory, how could you?"

Finally, I break down. "I'm so sorry!" I sob, and she wraps her arms around me. "We were so stupid! I'm sorry I broke your trust, I'm sorry that grandma is mad at you, I'm so sorry!"

Mom continues to hold me while I cry into her shirt. I calm down after a while, and she pulls away and forces me to look at her.

"Rory, I'm so disappointed in you. You're barely 16. You're not ready for sex and all that comes with it." I hang my head, and she grabs my chin and makes me look up again. "Listen to me, I love you kid. I will no matter what. But this can't happen again. Do you understand?"

I nod slowly, trying not to cry anymore. My mom gives me one last hug, and I excuse myself to the bathroom to shower off the events of last night.

I enter the bathroom in a daze, and turn on the hot water. I quickly undress while the water warms up, and I look at myself in the mirror. I don't look different. Should I look different? I mean, I'm not sure what someone is supposed to look like the morning after they have sex for the first time.

Looking more closely at myself, I see my smudged makeup and my crazy bird's nest of hair, which still has the silver and blue pins stuck in it. I pull them out carefully and lay them on the counter.

I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body. My aching, exhausted body. I realize that I feel sore between my legs, and my back and hips hurt from sleeping on the floor all night. I wash myself quickly, not wanting to think anymore.

When I feel clean, I shut the water off and grab my towel from the towel rack and wrap it around myself. As I step out of the bathroom, I hear voices in the living room. One of them is Dean.

Dean! I don't want to see him right now. I quickly run to my room and slam the door, accidentally alerting my mom and boyfriend of my whereabouts. I go to my closet and find a pair of sweats and a tshirt, and just as I'm slipping into a clean pair of underwear I hear a knock on my door. "Rory? Can we talk?" It's Dean.

"I'm not dressed. Leave my alone," I yell back, shoving my legs one at a time into my pants and picking up my bra from the floor.

"When you're dressed then. I really need to talk to you," he begs.

"Fine. Give me a minute," I sigh, pulling on my sports bra and tshirt. I open the door to see Dean, looking as tired as I feel, in the same clothes he wore last night. I step aside and let him in, shutting the door behind him. Wordlessly, I sit on my bed and motion for him to sit next to me.

We sit facing each other for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to break the awkward silence. I pick at a loose thread on my sweats, and he fiddles with the buttons on his jacket.

"So..." he says eventually. "Last night."

"Last night," I repeat, not knowing what else to say.

"It was amazing. I know we're young, I know it's crazy, but it was so good," Dean tells me, lighting up. "I'm glad you were my first."

I look up at him, fresh tears in my eyes. "I wasn't ready. I don't know why I thought I was. I'm glad you were my first too, but that can't happen again. Not for a long time."

Dean wraps his arms around me, and at first I resist. He doesn't give up though, so I melt into his embrace. "As long as you don't hate me, and you're not breaking up with me, I can live with that," he promises.

We sat like that for a few more minutes before my mom knocked and entered the room. "Hey, Dean. Your mom called and wants you home."

Dean nods and stands up. "Later Rory, Miss Gilmore."

"Bye Dean," my mom and I say in unison. As soon as the front door shuts behind him, my mom turns to me.

"Okay, I'm still disappointed, I'm still upset. I don't condone this at all," she tells me. "But tell me everything!"

So I do, and we spend the rest of the day just talking and eating all the junk food that's stashed around the house. I have the best mom in the world.