"Lorelai! Lorelai!" Sookie yelled pulling into the driveway as Lorelai was getting into her jeep.

"Sookie, hun, calm down what do you need?" Lorelai asked calmly as Sookie ran up to her.

"Ok I realize that you're probably busy, oh is that a new shirt? It's cute, I like the purple," Sookie panted out.

"Sookie you needed something," Lorelai said "I have to go so, ya know spit it out."

"You're going somewhere… well I was just wandering... if you could watch…" Sookie started but Lorelai interrupted

"Sookie! I can't watch Davey, Martha, and Charlotte, I have to take these to my parent's house," Lorelai answered knowing Sookie's question, and she gestured at a matching set of lamps.

"What are those for? You know what never mind, if you can't watch the kids then I'll have to go ask someone else, Jackson has that big health inspection today and I just want the kids out of our hair," Sookie replied sighing.

"Sorry Sook, you should go ask Kirk and Lulu, I'm sure the kids would love playing with Stewart," Lorelai said suppressing a grin as she saw the look of disbelief on Sookie's face.

"Yeah that's really going to happen, it's right up there with letting Patty watch them right after she's had some leftover Harbor Day punch," Sookie answered rolling her eyes "it's fine, I'll see if Mrs. Kim can do it, she's actually pretty good with them and they always act more appreciative when they get home, so that's a win, anyway I'll see you later, have fun." Sookie finished running back to her car which contained a screaming Charlotte.

"You read my mind," Lorelai said rolling her eyes as she thought of the look her mother would give her upon seeing a chip in one of the lamps.

The ride to Hartford was short as usual and the same piercing feeling in her gut hit as she saw her parents extremely expensive house coming into view up the road. As she pulled up to the door she saw another car and realized that she hadn't called her parents to tell them she was coming. Another reason for one of Emily Gilmore's famous glares. The car meant company though, which meant that her parents wouldn't want to chat and she could get in and out quickly. She wanted to make it to the Diner before Luke, her husband, and Rome, her two year old son returned from their fishing trip. Which she had so hastily avoided, fishing had never been top on her to-do list, and she grinned as the word "list" reminded her of her pregnant daughter Rory, who was living in New York with her husband Logan. Anxiously Lorelai opened the car door and pulled the two extremely heavy lamps out, and walked up to the front door expecting to be greeted by her Mother's new maid upon knocking on the door. However she was surprised when a man, several years older than her opened the door.

"Uh… hi," Lorelai babbled "…did the maid already quit?"

"What, what do you mean?" the man questioned then quickly chimed in "I'm not really all that sure, see I'm um… I'm just here to see my Father and he and his wife are upstairs talking, they told me to wait down here, and when I heard a knock on the door I answered," he finished, chuckling nervously.

"Your Father?" Lorelai questioned in disbelief "Is your Father… Richard Gilmore? Or do I have the wrong house?" Lorelai asked in plain shock.

"Yes my Father is Richard Gilmore at least that's what my Mother tells me," the man confessed.

Lorelai stood there in shocked, than slowly asked "Who's your Mother?"

"… My Mother's name is Pennilyn… Pennilyn Lott, do you know her?"

Lorelai stood there for a moment before it finally registered in her mind, "You said they're upstairs?"

"Yes, but I don't think they want to be disturbed," the man argued as Lorelai bounded past him, and he tried to hold her back.

"What is this all about you two?" Lorelai asserted as her parents walked out of their bedroom.

They both looked up at the same time, shocked that Lorelai was there, and realized they had a lot of explaining to do.

"How much do you know? About him?" Emily questioned, shooting a glare at the man.

"Enough… believe me," Lorelai started "Dad how could you do this? I've been alive for forty-six years and you didn't once tell me I had an older brother."

"Humph," Emily snorted. "Yes Lorelai that would have been a great thing to tell the people he loves, I mean I realize it happened before we even met but some sort of mention in the past nearly fifty years of marriage would have been nice," Emily finished turning her glare to Richard who was looking rather sheepishly down at his polished leather shoes.

"Wait, Mom you didn't know?" Lorelai questioned.

"No, I had no idea," Emily asserted shaking her head, "Not a clue." There was a moment of silence.

"... Listen, maybe I should go. It seems I'm not exactly welcome here," the man addressed, "It was nice to meet you all... and Richard we'll be in touch," he commented walking towards the door. "By the way Lorelai, I'm Jeffrey Lott," the man said turning back around, "It was nice to meet you."

Then he was gone and the awkwardness climaxed. "Well I thought we'd been through just about everything a single family could go through... I guess I was wrong," Emily paused, "Goodbye Lorelai." She walked away into the dining room.

If there was one thing Lorelai admired about her Mother it was that she didn't usually show her emotions openly, at least not while company was there. Lorelai turned her back on her Father who was still glued to the floor looking down at his shoes, "Well then, I guess I'll be going," she turned back around, looked at her Father who had finally taken his eyes off his shoes and was now staring at a "slightly pornographic statue" then walked out the front door.

The cool air felt good on her skin and she took out her phone to call Rory who would be extremely appreciative to hear about what had just happened.