A/N: Okay, so maybe it's a day late. I wrote this, like, a month ago, but forgot to post it, haha. It's just as the summary says: four holiday activities Finn and Rory never participated in together. It's obviously Finn/Rory, because do I write anything else? Happy Holidays! And it's four, because I prefer the number four to the number five, so go figure!

Auld Lange Syne

2004

Rory looked around the room again. This was the third holiday party her grandparents had dragged her and her mother to in the past two weeks. She was running out of formal dresses to wear, to be honest. She caught eyes with her mother, who was talking to a woman who went to high school with her. Lorelai rolled her eyes at Rory over something the woman was saying. She then apologetically held up two fingers.

Rory could have cried out of sheer boredom. Two more hours at a party that so far had the requirement of 30 years and over. She literally had no one to talk to. Earlier she had tried walking over to her mom and another woman around her age, but had soon after received a text that just said: "Danger, Will Robinson."

Her mom was sneaky, she'd give her that.

"He isn't here."

Rory turned around in surprise. One of Logan's friends was standing there. Was it Finn or Colin? Those two were all over each other all the time; it was hard to tell one from the other. They'd just become FinnandColin. And now it was just one of them. But which one?

"Who isn't here?" she replied.

Finn/Colin laughed. "Your mystery date, of course. He's in Saint Tropez this year."

"I wasn't looking for Logan."

"Of course not, love," Finn/Colin patronized. "Keep telling yourself that."

"I wasn't!"

"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much."

"I'm only protesting because what you're saying is untrue," she defended.

"Have you talked to him since the prank you pulled on him?"

She raised an eyebrow. Between midterms and the bustle of the holidays, she'd only said a few words in passing to him in the newsroom. "Define talk."

"Well then, you are unaware of the hilarity that ensued in the aftermath of your brilliant prank."

That caught her attention. "He believed it?"

Finn/Colin gave out a sharp bark of laughter that caused a few people to look over at them. "Believed it? My dear, he was nearly in tears. He called his father, panicking about the impending nuptials, only to find out that his father had no idea what he was talking out. It was amazing- Colin and I were in stitches."

Rory blushed and looked down. "It wasn't that big of deal." So this one was Finn. He was kind of cute, she realized, when he detached himself from Colin.

"You knocked him down a peg. It was pretty hilarious, I wish you could have seen it." He sighed wistfully. "So how many of these have you gone to this year?"

"Three so far, but it's only the 18th. How about yourself?"

Finn groaned. "Five. My father's business partner was recently caught up in a scandal with a barely legal intern, so my father is doing damage control and my mother and I have to accompany him to show the Hartford sharks that we're a loving, together family that would never do something like that."

"That sounds…" she trailed off.

"Boring? It is. You're the first person I've talked to around my age. And my god, you look beautiful tonight. Have you been complimented yet? If you have, know that I'm not a pervy old man like the ones that have been complimenting you. I'm a pervy twenty-one year old," he informed her as he grabbed two glasses of wine off a tray that was being served around the party.

Rory blushed again. "Well, thank you for being honest." She started to reach for one of the wine glasses, but stopped at the weird look he gave her.

"Oh, you wanted one also?" He asked as though he were truly confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize, I just assumed- I'll get one myself-" she turned around to find a waiter, but stopped when she heard chuckling behind her.

"What is so funny?"

"Darling, you thought I was serious? This is society, dear. We're chivalrous and all that crap. Though I was serious about how you look tonight." He handed her a wine glass.

"Thank you. You clean up rather nicely as well, Finn."

He smirked at her. "You think I'm hot. Its okay, most girls do. Its 45 accent, 35 good looks, and 20 charm."

She laughed. "And where were the percentages for modesty and humility?"

"You can't have percentages for the same thing, love. It's common knowledge." He held his arm out for her. "Shall we walk?"

She linked arms with him and they started to walk. "Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"

"I was thinking to the hors d'oeuvre plate of crab cakes. I just can't get enough of those little guys."

Rory wrinkled up her nose. "Thinking of my food in terms of people isn't a pleasant thought."

"At least I now know you're not a cannibal. That was a main concern of mine."

"It was not."

"It was too!"

She stopped and stamped her foot, aware that her actions made her look like a five year old again. "You did not think that I was a cannibal!"

"You're right- far too skinny."

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could a woman walked by and noticed them. "Oh, such a cute couple. Did you notice what you're standing under?"

They both looked up and realized they were standing under mistletoe. Rory raised an eyebrow at Finn, who just smirked. "Who am I to mess with tradition, love?"

"This is so contrived," she sighed.

"Or maybe I'm just lucky." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

She laughed. "One small kiss, and don't tell Logan."

He quickly invaded her personal space, causing her to let out a small gasp. She never really noticed how tall he was until he was right next to her, leaning down. It was a small kiss, just like she wanted him to, and it was over much too soon if she was to be honest with herself, which she would not be.

She opened her eyes and he was smirking down at her. Did he ever smile? His eyes twinkled however, but gave nothing away about how he was feeling. He brought his finger to her nose and rested it on the tip.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Reporter Girl."