Story Title: Unfaithful

Author: Silver Blood

Summary: Sometimes all it takes is one slip of the tongue to ruin everything. No matter how many bridesmaids Logan slept with, his betrayal doesn't begin to compare with Rory's. A new spin on "Bridesmaids Revisited."

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gilmore Girls. Although I would die for Finn. I am not making any money using these characters.

He'd remained silent.

He'd watched his best friend court her, seduce her, and break her. But he hadn't said a word.

And finally, it seemed that despite all they'd been through, Rory and Logan were going to be happy.

Except for one thing.

She was fucking his best friend.

Finn watched her from across the room.

She came in through the door on his left and headed to the door on his right.

He could tell by her posture that she was close to tears; her shoulders rigid and her arms crossed tightly over her stomach, as if she were about to get sick.

After ten minutes the Australian thought about calling her. He had his cell phone in hand when Logan appeared by his side.

"Finn! Did you see where Rory went? I can't find her."

Green eyes remained unreadable.

"You'll find her. Probably just off gossiping."

"So she didn't leave?"

Green eyes narrowed.

"Why might she want to leave, mate?"

Logan clenched his jaw at his friend's easy tone. He was suffering, drowning in guilt, and Finn thought it was great fun.

"Look, I have to find her. So just tell me if she left."

Finn finally faced Logan.

"Just tell me why she'd want to. Maybe then I'll tell you where she is."

Logan nearly growled in frustration.

"Finn, if I let her get away right now, she might be gone for good, okay? I really screwed up."

Finn studied his agitated friend for a moment, speculating on what he could have done that would be terrible enough to make Rory leave him for good. He only knew of one thing.

His tone turned serious.

"Did you cheat on her?"

Logan didn't have to say anything.

His guilt was as potent as a kick in the stomach, there was no point trying to keep it from showing on his face.

"Not exactly. She says I did, but we weren't together over Thanksgiving. That's not cheating."

Finn let the news sink in and felt his stomach react violently.

"She's upset with you because you dated while you guys weren't together?"

Logan shrugged.

"I don't think the dating would have bothered her, but the sex sure did."

"Huh."

Blue eyes snapped upward, landing on the man in front of him.

Finn wasn't angry.

No, anger was too tame an emotion to name what he felt concerning Rory at the moment.

He was furious. He felt like trash. He was hurt.

And deep down some twisted part of him was laughing.

"I don't suppose reporter girl dated anyone while you were broken up, then?"

"Of course not, why would she be pissed if she did?"

Finn shrugged, hoping his friend would catch the hint.

Knowing it was better if he didn't.

"What aren't you telling me? What do you know?"

Finn didn't meet Logan's eyes.

He couldn't tell him now.

He'd be furious.

He'd throw a punch.

Rory would never forgive Finn.

"Nothing, mate. Don't know what you're talking about."

Logan grabbed Finn's arm and dragged him outside. It was the first time Finn could ever remember Logan becoming violent with him.

"Shit, Logan! You're gonna rip my jacket. Let me go! Rory left, okay? That's what you wanted right? To find Reporter Girl?"

Logan stopped as soon as they were relatively alone.

Murder was in his eyes as he turned to face Finn.

"Spill it, asshole."

"Bloody hell! What are you callin' me an asshole for? You're the one that fucked everything up! I didn't do anything."

"She was seeing someone, wasn't she."

It wasn't a question. Had Logan looked less dejected, Finn may have been able to deny or defend.

But his conscience had been killing him since that first night he spent in Rory's arms.

It haunted him through all the other nights spent chasing her into closets and random bedrooms while Logan mingled with his other friends.

It even bothered him the day before when he'd found Rory in the library and kissed her senseless.

"No, mate. She didn't 'see' anyone."

Logan was starting to get angry.

"So she slept with someone?"

Finn shrugged, looking at his feet.

"She's a fucking hypocrite! She broke up with me for doing the exact same thing she did."

"Whoa. Hold it there, Huntzberger. How many girls did you sleep with? Ten? Fifteen?"

Logan's guilty look once again answered Finn's question.

"Rory's not a hypocrite, Logan. She got drunk at a party. She slept with one guy and felt so guilty about it after that she cried for hours. It didn't mean anything to her, because she loves you."

The blonde looked up at his best friend, his eyes hopeful.

"She told you that?"

"More times than I can count, mate."

Logan was trying to piece it all together in his mind, but something was missing. Rory shouldn't have been so upset. Why hadn't she told him?

"I don't get it. Rory's not the type to drink that much, or have a one-night stand. That's more..."

Logan looked closely at his friend, studying his reaction.

"That's more your style, Finn."

The Australian chuckled nervously, desperately hoping he'd misheard the hint of accusation in his friend's voice.

"She just wanted to let loose. And she regretted it afterwards, sure sounds like her to me. Just like the whole Yacht incident."

Logan fully faced his friend now, his jaw set in anger.

"Huh. I didn't realize you knew her so well. I guess you two talked a lot after she and I broke up."

Finn cleared his throat.

"She was never just your girlfriend, Huntz. She's my friend."

"Do you sleep with all your friends, Finn? Cause if you do, I'm really missing out here."

The brunette turned away and scowled.

"What the fuck, Logan? You're delusional."

The blonde grabbed Finn by his shoulder and turned him around, shoving him back before stepping close, getting in his face.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you've never had sex with Rory Gilmore, Finn. Do it and I'll believe you. I trust you."

Green eyes met brown ones, and Finn finally looked away, unable to look his friend in the eye any longer.

He couldn't lie to him.

Finn turned and faced the street, taking a deep breath.

He heard the door open and close behind him, slamming loudly as Logan went back inside.

For a few moments Finn just gazed out at the sea of lights surrounding him.

He took his phone out, dialing a familiar number.

"What do you want, Finn?"

"You, of course."

"Ha-ha. You sound upset. Something wrong?"

Finn hated that she sounded concerned for him. He thought he might be violently ill.

"I heard you're mad at Logan because he slept with a few girls?"

Rory laughed sarcastically.

"I broke up with him because he slept with a few girls, Finn. That's beyond mad."

"But there hasn't been another girl since you got back together. I can swear to that."

"Finn..."

Rory closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I know I'm being a hypocrite, okay? I don't need you to remind me. But it hurt to hear those girls talking about the things they've done with him. Logan would break up with me if he found out about us... So maybe it's just time."

Finn sighed.

It was time to break the bad news.

"I don't think he'd break up with you, Rory. I think he'd be bloody pissed at me, but you... He'd forgive you. He loves you."

Rory heard something in his voice that sounded a lot like... apprehension?

"Why do you say that?"

"I might have accidentally told him. Not everything. Maybe just the first time."

"Finn! What the hell is wrong with you? Bad, bad Finn!"

There was no teasing note in her voice.

"You pissed me off pulling your whole self-righteous act with Logan, okay? I know we agreed not to tell him but it's bloody ridiculous! You could have at least said something about another guy. What, I wasn't worth mentioning?"

"No Finn, it wasn't like that. I was hurting, but that doesn't mean I didn't feel guilty. If it hurt me that much, how would he feel knowing that I've been fucking his best friend behind his back?"

His voice was somber.

"You didn't want to stop either, love."

She sighed.

"I know. Bad, bad Rory."

She sounded desperately tired.

Finn squeezed his eyes shut. He hated to hear her hurting. The guilt wasn't all hers; even if she'd asked him to stop, he doubted he'd have been able to.

"Love... Where are you staying tonight? Maybe you could come and be 'bad Rory' at my place?"

He got the laugh he expected. It was small, but he loved to know that he could make her laugh whenever.

"Well since I am currently homeless...Come pick me up at the Pub when you get back. You'll get to spend the night with 'very drunk bad Rory'."

Finn laughed.

"Oh, my favorite Rory to deal with. Do I get to take advantage of you in this drunken state?"

"Yes, please."

He laughed.

"I'll see you in a bit, love."

"Okay. Bye, Finn."

She shivered at the brunette's low reply.

"Bye, kitten."