Disclaimer- I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters. The story and plot, however, are completely mine. Also, thanks to Katie for being my beat person on this story.
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Rory Gilmore awoke to the sound of a very loud and persistent knocking at her door. She glanced at her clock.
"6:30? God, do they know I haven't had my coffee yet?"
She pulled on a robe and opened the door to find none other than Logan Huntzberger standing outside.
"Oh, umm, hey Logan," she said, pulling the robe a little tighter around herself. "What are you doing here?"
He smiled. "I brought you coffee. I remembered you weren't feeling great last night and I figured it would make you feel better."
"Last night…? Oh, God…" she muttered as she remembered exactly what had happened last night.
"Hey Logan, baby," a very drunken Rory called. Logan turned to see Rory staggering over in his direction, through other partygoers and he stood up to steady her before she fell.
"Rory, how much have you drank?" He had never seen Rory drunk before; he didn't think she was the type to go out and party. Seeing her like this was starting to get him nervous.
"What are you talking about?" Rory asked loudly. "I'm just drinking soda!" Logan took her cup and smelled the contents. He could just barely recognize the scent of coke, but it was masked by the strong scent of alcohol.
"Rory, you're drunk. Someone must have spiked your drink. Come on, you should get home."
"But, what about the party? Come on Logan, don't you wanna dance with me?" Before he could respond she was dragging him out to the middle of the room.
"Rory, you know I would love to dance with you under other circumstances, but I really do think that you need to get to your room," he said. Before you start something that we both regret, he thought to himself.
"Fine, party pooper. Last one to the bottom of the stairs is a rotten egg!" He grabbed her before she could go flying down the steps and guided her slowly down them. When they got to her dorm, she smiled at him like he had just told her he was the inventor of coffee.
"Thanks for walking me back Logan. You wanna come in for a while? Paris is gone for the night…"
"Uh, Rory, I don't think that's a good idea. You need to get some sleep."
He turned to leave but felt her arms suddenly wrap around his neck. He turned and was face to face with Rory Gilmore. He couldn't deny how attracted to her he was, and he couldn't ignore the fact that she was just inches away, practically begging him to start something…but he knew he couldn't. If it were any other girl he probably would have taken them up on their offer, but Rory...Rory was different. He didn't want to ruin any chance he had with her, at least, with the sober version of her.
"Rory, I'm sorry, I…" His words were cut off when she closed the small gap between them and gave him the gentlest of kisses. He knew that he shouldn't continue it, that he should stop her and be reasonable, but at the touch of her lips against his, he lost the capacity to think reasonably. At that moment, Rory pulled away, clutched her stomach and bent down into the bushes next to her room, heaving. She was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and Logan knelt down next to her and helped her stand when she had recovered.
"Come on," he said, pulling her in the direction of her room, "it's definitely time for bed." Rory, feeling weak, just nodded and allowed herself to be put into bed.
"Umm, about last night," Rory began nervously, "I…" She was cut off by his words.
"I know, you were drunk, don't worry about it." Logan wanted to say that drunkenness usually only dissolved ones inhibitions and urged people to do the things they truly wanted, but he refrained. If Rory wanted to chalk it up to a mistake, then so be it. For now, anyway.
"Well, thanks again for the coffee, but I have to finish up on some reading before my seminar today. I'll see you later."
After she'd shut the door he laughed.
"Rory, you never cease to amaze me," he muttered, as he walked away from her dorm towards the library. Even in a robe, with her hair mussed from sleeping, she was beautiful, and he hated that she had that effect on him. He was so used to being in control, but with Rory, he never could predict her next move. That was disconcerting to him, yet at the same time, he recognized it as a challenge and he wasn't planning on giving in.
Inside her dorm, Rory smiled despite herself.
"Why does he have to be so damn thoughtful and sweet? It makes it way too hard to write him off as a typical jerk." She began looking over her notes, but Logan's face kept resurfacing in her head. She didn't want to want him, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't know what it was about him, but every time she saw him she felt all tingly inside; that feeling usually only accompanied her morning coffee, and the fact the he was the reason for it made her feel slightly nervous. And the kiss…even though they had barely made contact, she remembered the feeling of fire running through her. If that one tiny kiss could have that kind of effect on her, what would happen if they…
"No, Rory," she said to herself," you cannot and should not be thinking about that. It's time to study, and study you shall do."
As she walked outside after class, she heard someone calling her name. She turned and saw Marty, also known as 'Naked Guy' to her mother, running towards her. Ever since the incident that had earned him the nickname, he had been trying to get her to go out with him, to thank her for "rescuing" him, but each time, she'd declined. He was a sweet guy, and he wasn't hideous by any means. But she saw him as a friend, and she didn't want to hurt him
"Hey Rory, could you go over my paper for British Lit? I know you aren't taking it, but since you're on the newspaper and all, I figured you're good at proofreading, and I finished it really late last night.
"Sure, Marty," she said, relieved that he wasn't asking her out again. "I'll read it tonight and give it to you tomorrow." She started to walk away but felt his hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face him.
"Uh, well, I was also kind of wondering whether or not you're busy tonight. There's a little coffeehouse downtown and it's open mike night, and I wondered if you wanted to check it out with me."
"Oh, umm," she started. She was about to turn him down, but then she saw Logan heading towards them.
"You know what? Why not, sure, I'd love to."
His face lit up. "Really? Okay, great, I'll pick you up at 7."
As he walked away she saw the back of a familiar blonde head retreating into a nearby building. She felt a little guilty about accepting Marty's offer simply to put distance between herself and Logan. After all, he really was a nice guy and he liked her. She realized that she was getting his hopes up when there was no chance of anything happening between them. She was using him as a barrier, something to give her time to think through her feelings. Though she had brushed off the kiss to him earlier, she knew it had been more than a drunken mistake. The alcohol had made her act differently, sure, but she knew exactly what she was doing when she kissed him. She just didn't want to end up getting hurt; she figured that if she avoided him and didn't confront her feelings for him, she wouldn't risk anything if and when he got tired of her and moved on, as he was known to do. Maybe now he would let her be. She wasn't sure how much longer she could resist him, but the less she interacted with him, the longer she would last.
After seeing the exchange between Marty and Rory, Logan started walking away. He didn't know if trying to talk to her at that point would be the smartest idea. He didn't think he would be able to keep his mouth shut and hold back what he really wanted to say. He wanted to tell her how he really felt, but he didn't want to push her away. He felt tat if he pushed her too far, she would turn away from him for good. And that was the last thing he wanted to do.
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