Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

A.N.: This takes place 11 months after "The Real Paul Anka". Everything that happened after that episode, did not happen.

English is not my first language, so I'm really sorry if there are many slips in the grammar.

And now: On with the story!


UNFAITHFUL

One of the first days in spring drew to a close when Rory turned into the parking lot in front of the apartment which she was sharing with Logan. She had spent a couple of days in Stars Hollow to think. Their relationship was going through rough times recently and she had to take hold of clear thoughts. She had come back one day ahead of schedule, because she hadn't wanted to postpone the conversation with Logan any longer. She wanted to make the decision whether their relationship still had sense at all dependent on this talk.

She entered the hallway and made a beeline for the apartment door.

"Damn! Where is that stupid key?"

Rory rummaged inside her far too big bag in front of the door. She clearly needed a smaller bag but her mother would never allow this since they usually used this bag to nick food for Paul Anka from Luke's diner when Luke didn't pay attention. A smaller bag would affect the nutritional status of their dog inevitably because Paul Anka refused to eat anything else.

Luke suspected Kirk of stealing the remainders on the plates, ever since he caught Kirk sneaking around in the kitchen. Therefore he was constantly under surveillance. Of course Lorelai went one step further to divert the suspicion from herself. Rory laughed inwardly at this crazy thought.

"Gotcha!" she said to herself when she finally found the key at the bottom of her bag.

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The apartment was brightly illuminated. Rory had to shut her eyes for a moment because it was a sharp contrast to the dark hallway. Well, at least it indicated that Logan had to be at home. Lately this hadn't been natural all along. Generally the parties with his friends seemed more important to him than everything else.

Rory sighed and closed the door behind herself. The last time the apartment was illuminated like that, the Life and Death Brigade held their annual fuddle-billiard-competition whose rules changed with every glass of whiskey and finally led to only drinking and no more playing. She was definitely not in the mood for something like that at the moment.

Rory cut her way through the apartment. Obviously the Brigade had adjourned to the bedroom because she heard music and laughter from this direction.

"Great! Now he is dragging the guys into our bedroom. What next?" she muttered under her breath.

She swung the door open and froze at the sight presenting right in front of her.

"Logan!" she yelled. "What the heck…?"

She wasn't able to complete her sentence because she suddenly felt very nauseous.

Startled, Logan let up on the tall blonde he was just intimately entangled with. Rolling over he grabbed his boxers and put them on as fast as he could under the covers. The girl emulated his deeds with a shocked expression on her face.

"Jesus, Rory! What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" she hissed.

"But I thought you wouldn't be home till tomorrow?" he replied dumbfounded. He left the bed and followed her into the living room.

"I am so stupid! How could I've ever believed you when you promised you wouldn't do it again!?"

"It's not what it looks like. Please let me explain."

"I'm not that stupid, Logan." She turned on her heel and stormed in the direction of the door.

"I love you, Ace!" he cat-called at her retreating back.

She spun around and glared at him angrily. "Oh, that's why you are having it off with that bitch behind my back?"

"I…" he started but he was cut off by her.

"Shut up! I can't take it any longer. It's over. Finally! I should have done this a long time ago."

She made the last few steps towards the apartment door and opened it.

"Please stay. Let us work this out!" he pleaded.

She hesitated for a moment and looked back at him over her shoulder with a scowl.

"There is nothing to work out anymore. I'm through with you. And don't dare to call me, talk to me or even think of me."

With this she slammed the door shut. She was glad that Logan did not follow her even though she was sure that it was probably merely his vanity that held him back. Logan in the hallway clad only in his boxer shorts? He would not give himself this bareness.

By the time she reached the parking lot, tears were streaming down her face. It had gotten colder and the lovely spring day had changed into an overcast night. Breathless, she reached her car, unlocked the door and left with squealing tires.

A myriad of emotions ran through her. She was relieved because she had finally made the right decision but mostly she was angry at herself for taking such a long time to realize it. Then there was Jess! Hmmm, Jess! The mere thought of him made her heart beat faster. Since their kiss in Philadelphia she knew deep inside that she had deceived herself regarding Logan. But like she always did she shoved these thoughts away. She didn't want to acknowledge to herself that she had made a huge mistake. Her relationship with Jess was dangerous territory and she wouldn't dare to put a foot in it if she wanted to come out alive.

After a few minutes and the hundred per cent certainty that Logan hadn't followed her, Rory pulled over. She took her cell out of her purse and pushed the 1 on her speed dial.