Summary: What if Rory and Logan had broken up in the season six finale? Another exploration of what might have been between Rory and Jess. Post season six.

Disclaimer: If this show belonged to me I would be on the phone with Milo begging him with vast amounts of money to come back to Gilmore Girls, not writing fan fiction when I should be doing my book report.

Chapter One

Rory checked her hair and straightened her skirt one last time in the mirror, Logan's graduation would begin in just an hour and she wanted to look perfect.

"Rory?" Logan poked his head into the bedroom. He had finally, after two hours locked in the study, gotten off the phone with his father. "Can I talk to you a minute?"

"Sure." Rory picked up her hairbrush and proceeded with her hair. "I'm listening."

Logan perched himself on the bed and watched her reflection in the mirror. "There's no easy way to say this but I think we should break up." Rory dropped her brush with a clunk onto the dresser and turned to look at him. His eyes made it clear that he was dead serious.

"Why?" She managed to choke out. She wished she could have seen this coming, wished she had been prepared for this because nothing scared Rory Gilmore more than being caught off guard.

"It's so far Rory."

"Only about four thousand miles."

"And we'll both be so busy, it would be best for the both of us, don't you think?"

Logan didn't think, Mitchum did. "Fine." Rory said softly. "If that's how you want it. I'll have my stuff gone by tomorrow or would today be better for you?"

"Rory, don't be like this."

"Don't be what, Logan? Humiliated? Hurt? Because in all honesty the thing I'm feeling most right now is stupidity that I let things get this far, that I actually let myself fall in love with you. God," She wiped her eyes. "Talk about karma biting me in the ass. Well, it's what it is." She smiled sadly through her tears. "I guess it's not us. Goodbye Logan." She turned on her heel and left, heading to the only place she could think to go, home, to her mother.

It wasn't really her house anymore, Rory thought as she made her way through the empty rooms that were nothing like the ones she'd grown up in. It was her mothers house, and Luke's now, the place they would start their new lives together. Not her's, not now, maybe not ever again.

"Mom?" She called flipping on light switches as she made her way around. No one answered. Rory sighed and sank on into the couch wondering where on earth her mother could possibly be, there were a million possibilities, everywhere from Luke's to the Inn to that boutique in New York that she liked so much. With her mother's phone laying on the coffee table there was really no way of knowing, it was odd, she never left her phone here. Rory glanced at the stack of movies laying on the VCR, wallowing by herself didn't seem a very viable option so she did what she always did when she was upset, plunge into something constructive. She got up off the couch, headed into her old room and flipped on the lights. There wasn't much in here anymore, the bookshelves were empty, the walls bare, and the bed stripped. The whole room gave an air that it hadn't really been lived in for a long time. The only thing left from her old life here was the computer still sitting on her desk where it always had, she imagined that Lorelai probably used it fairly often. Rory sat down in her desk chair and flipped the switch, drumming her fingers on the desk as it booted up. With a precise determination she logged on to the internet and typed the name she wanted into the search engine. Point three seconds later she had the number she wanted. Rory eagerly grabbed her phone and dialed, hoping that someone would pick up this late.

"Harvard University, how may I help you?" A voice asked.

"Hi, is it possible to speak of the Dean of Admissions?"

A/N: Yeah the chapters are kinda short, sorry about that. I'll probably post more than one at a time though.