Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the WB does. The ideas for this story are mine though.

A/N: This is my first fic, but I have been a reader for years now. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I hope this idea isn't too overdone.

Spoilers: Episode, "But I'm a Gilmore"

Summary: The aftermath of the disastrous dinner…

"Josh isn't marrying the heir to the Huntzberger fortune, you are!"

Rory pondered these words as she grabbed her coat. She was in a state of shock, not quite believing that Logan was at her door waiting to take her to dinner. She figured that he would run while he still had the chance, not wanting to threaten the length of his purse strings.

Rory was fumbling for her keys when Logan spoke up.

"Here, let me help you with that," he said as he quickly grabbed her purse before it fell to the ground.

His fingers lightly brushed her shoulders sending a light shiver coursing through her body.

"Thanks. Okay, I'm all set. Where are you taking me Huntzberger?"

"What are you up for Ace?"

"Some place quiet with lots of coffee. It better be good coffee though."

"I know just the place. My car is parked right outside. Right this way my lady."

Together, Rory and Logan walked to his car. Once inside, silence descended upon the vehicle. It was as if the two had lost their connection. In truth, the disastrous dinner plagued their minds. This little outing was merely a distraction.

When the silence became too deafening, Rory spoke up.

"Logan, we need to talk about this."

Startled out of his brooding, Logan said, "I know. Just give me some time. Let's just have a nice dinner, no parent, no feuds, just you and me. Maybe then we'll talk."

Pacified for the moment, Rory brought up another subject.

"You promised me food. It's been an hour and I still haven't had any food. A starved Gilmore girl is not a happy one."

Logan chuckled, "Speak of the devil here's the restaurant. And for the record it's been twenty, thirty minutes tops."

Rory looked up expecting to see some opulent restaurant, frequented only by blue-bloods. Instead, she saw a quaint white house, complete with a picket fence out front. A sign stood by the gate announcing in scrolled letters, "A Little Taste of Heaven."

"Something wrong Ace?" Logan inquired when he noticed she hadn't moved from the car.

"No. Its just that… well you see…" Rory stuttered.

"And you call yourself a reporter with that vocabulary?"

"I was just wondering, what happen to the mighty Logan Huntzberger's standards? I don't see any chandeliers, or polished waiters."

"There is nothing wrong with my judgment. I thought you might enjoy this, after tonight's evening. Besides I thought you were dying from starvation."

"I am, I am," Rory said, and proceeded to quickly exit the car.

Logan followed. Together, they entered the building.

Inside, there wasn't the ordinary array of tables and chairs. Instead, little alcoves were set up with plump sofas, draped with inviting cushions. Much to Rory's surprise and delight, there was a corner devoted to books. The few patrons left in the shop were conversing quietly.

Logan directed Rory to a small secluded table and sofa in a corner. He helped Rory out of her coat, and then proceeded to take of his.

"What would you like to have Rory?" Logan asked as she settled on the couch.

"Coffee, Coffee and whatever else is good. But remember, I want lots of it."

"Coming right up," and Logan proceeded towards the counter.

Meanwhile, Rory took in her surroundings. Unable to ignore her fetish for books, she drifted towards the bookcase. In a few moments she had settled down with one of Garrison Keillor's novels. Rory was so absorbed in her book, that she failed to notice Logan's return.

"Now, Ace, I think you have taken your love affair with books too far. I'm starting to feel hurt, that you'd rather stand me up for some words on a page."

Rory, looked up startled. "Don't scare me like that. Besides, I think your ego could use a little deflation."

"Fine, if you want to do it that way, then maybe I won't give you this coffee," Logan taunted as he held the brew under Rory's nose.

Unable to resist, Rory relented. "Alright. I take it back. You are the nicest, most handsome man in the whole world. Now may I please have my coffee?"

Logan handed her the mug, and replied, "Well done. Although, you know, I would have settled for the most handsome man at Yale. "

Rory took a sip of the coffee, and sighed with pleasure. "That was the best coffee I have ever tasted outside Luke's. No more Yale coffee stands for me." And on that note she proceeded to gulp down the rest of the liquid.

Logan watched amusedly as she was off in her own world, cloaked in a shroud of caffeine. When she had finished her first mug, he handed her a second. "See, I know you already."

"Yup, you catch on quick Huntzberger," Rory grinned.

"I've also learned never to leave a Gilmore girl hungry, which is why I have brought you these," Logan said as he whipped a tray of food from behind his back.

Rory's eyes widened when she saw the array of goods. Half the tray was filled with miniature pizzas, each with a different topping. The other half of the tray was taken up by various decadent, mouth-watering desserts.

"Cat got your tongue?" Logan questioned.

Rory shook her head. "No, but Logan can I have some of that delicious looking food you're holding?" she pleaded.

Logan set the tray down on the table, and they both proceeded to dig in with gusto. After their initial appetites were satisfied, they sat back with contented stomachs.

Rory eventually spoke up. In a mock reporter voice she inquired, "Do tell Mr. Huntzberger, where on earth did you find this wonderful establishment?"

Logan turned to look at her. "You want to know the truth?" he asked seriously.

Rory nodded.

"I found this place so I could be alone. I made an exception for you though, because I knew you would love this place."

Rory was rather stupefied.

To lighten the mood Logan said, "It's because you are both eccentric."

Rory cracked a grin. "I'll take that as a complement."

Logan remembered the book Rory had been reading. "I take it you're a Garrison Keillor fan?"

"Yeah, "Prairie Home Companion," is amazing," she replied

"Then maybe someday I'll whisk you away to meet him. In fact we Huntzbergers have quite a few connections in both the literary and journalism fields."

"That would be so exciting," Rory exclaimed excitedly.

Logan found Rory's enthusiasm refreshing, because to him meeting these "bigwigs" was part of a monotonous routine.

Eventually, the two made their way back to the car.

They had been driving for a while when Logan said, "You ready to have that talk now?"

"Yeah, but let's wait 'till we get back to campus. I don't want this part of the evening to end just yet."

They reached Yale within a short while, and Logan got out of the car to open the door for Rory.

"Why thank you good sir," said Rory in British accent.

"You are welcome fair lady," Logan replied in a British accent as well. His tone switched to seriousness, and he asked, "Where do you want to have this talk? My place or yours? Or maybe somewhere else?"

"Well my place is out. Paris told me she was bringing Doyle back to our room. Our conversation is likely to be interrupted by any number of horrifying images, including Doyle in Paris's very short robe."

"Thanks for the mental image. So at my place then?"

"Are you sure Finn or Colin won't be there?'

"I'm sure. Finn has a date with some redhead he picked up in his psychology class. He's sure to end up in her dorm for the evening. As for Colin, he occupied with a few blonds elsewhere."

"Well that's settled then."

They turned towards Logan's dorm room, walking quietly while mentally preparing themselves for the arduous discussion ahead.

A/N 2: Again, thanks for reading. Up ahead—The big discussion!