AN: Hello, there. This is my first fanfiction, though I've been reading it for a few months, so bear with me here. I feel the need to state that this is slightly AU. Instead of saying no, Rory said yes. After the kiss in the finale, Lorelai and Luke got back together and actually got married, because we all know they should. It's kind of AU because Lorelai and Chris never got married or had that weird romance after Lorelai and Luke broke off the engagement. This is mainly because April does not exist.

The italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or just emphasis.

I would love your reviews to let me know how I'm doing, and, as I said before, I'm new at this. It would be very kind of any of you to give me any advice you can. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything affiliated with Gilmore Girls. But, oh how I wish I was...

It was the engagement party. The Lorelai Gilmore, Miss Independent, was soon to be very much attached, in only two weeks in fact. And she couldn't be happier about it. If she only didn't have to suffer through the next 4 hours of frivolous, mindless chatter that she hated so much. If she only didn't have to suffer through the next 4 hours of her mother.

"Lorelai, stand up straighter, you look like a hobo."

"A hobo? Mom, do you even know what a hobo is?" Lorelai took another swig of her champagne.

"Of course I know what a hobo is, now go mingle. This is your party, you need to act like a polite hostess." Emily took the champagne flute out of Lorelai's hand. "And stop drinking so much, people will think you're an alcoholic."

"First of all, this is your party. I didn't even want to come. And second of all, I had a kid at 16, they all think I'm trash anyway." She grabbed for the flute, but her mother and a very tight grip on it.

"Go. Mingle. I will not tell you again." And with that, Emily Gilmore turned on her heel and walked away from her now very annoyed daughter.

"Heil Hitler," Lorelai mumbled under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. You shouldn't mumble under your breath like that, people will think your mumbling profanities. And straighten your back. And polish your shoes. And stick your left foot in, and stick your left foot out. Now shake it all about."

"Chris! I didn't think you'd make it. By the way, your Emily Gilmore impression is uncanny. And highly disturbing." The two hugged and Christopher handed her his champagne.

"You look like you could use this more than I could."

"You have no idea. I don't think this night could get much worse."

Worse is a very relative term. Luckily for Lorelai, she couldn't remember much after that.

………………………………

"I can't believe my daughter got married before me. My daughter! You did it just to embarrass me, didn't you?" Lorelai and Rory sat on the floor of the Twickam house, aka Lorelai and Luke's new home. They were going to convert Lorelai's old house into a more spacious home, to fit the both of them, but then Lorelai found out she was pregnant. They decided they need a bigger home to fit them and the new Danes-ling.

"Yeah, mom, I did it to embarrass you." Rory took a Malamar from the bowl in front of her while half-listening to the Michael Jackson 'Bad' CD playing in the background.

"I knew it. After all of the years I fed you, and clothed you, you stab me in the back. You spent years getting close to me, making me love you, just waiting for the moment I was at my weakest. I can't believe this."

"Mom, you're pregnant. I'm pretty sure now would be the time you're at the weakest." She grabbed another handful.

"Yeah, well. You never know how the criminal mind really works."

"Uh huh," Rory deadpanned, eager to change the subject. "How about we stay on topic."

"Oh right! How about Heaven?"

"It's pretty, mom, but what if it's a boy?"

Lorelai paused for a split second, then said, "Heav-o."

"Mom."

"Fine. Oh I know! How about Prince?" Lorelai's eyes lit up while Rory's eyes matched her 'you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me' face.

"Okay, I think that's enough MJ for you," the younger Gilmore Girl said as she replaced the King of Pop with The La's.

"Rory! I was preparing to get my Dirty Diana on!" Lorelai yelled, throwing a Malamar at her daughter while wearing a mock pout.

"Well, mom, I'm sorry. Naming your kid is a serious subject and next you would've thrown Billie Jean into the mix. You can't wait until the last minute again, the name Lorelai 2.0 has already been taken," Rory chastised as she ate the Malamar that had recently been chucked at her.

"Yes, but neither of us are Gilmores now! Well not technically, anyway. This one will be Lorelai Danes 2.0!"

"You're not going to go all George Foreman on me and name all of your kids after you, right?"

"It could be Lorelai Michael! You know, like Michael Jackson. He did give all of his kids the middle name of Michael, didn't he? Even Paris?"

"Paris! I totally forgot! I'm meeting Paris for coffee in 15 minutes, I've got to go. And yes, they all had the middle name of Michael." Rory began bustling about the new living room, retrieving all of her items that she needed to leave.

"I was right! And, Paris, with coffee? Do you really think that's safe? That's like handing a murderer a gun and saying, 'Please don't shoot me." And I thought you were the smart one."

"It must have been that year in San Francisco. Dumbed me down a bit." After Rory and Logan had married, they moved to San Francisco as originally planned, but Logan soon had the choice to stay on in California or move to New York. Rory, eager to be close to her mother again, easily convinced her husband that the latter was the best choice. "Bye, Mom."

"Beat it."

"Really? I thought we were over the MJ references."

"Well we didn't make a pact!"

"Honestly."

"I'm sorry, I can't control myself. It's just The Way You Make Me Feel." There was no stopping her now.

"I'm surprised you didn't Blame It on the Boogie," Rory quipped. Two can play this game.

"Yeah, well…I'm out," Lorelai deadpanned as she used the last of her Jackson puns.

"Well at least you didn't stop 'til you got enough."

"I thought you were leaving," Lorelai said as she began pushing her daughter out the door.

"Hey, don't push! You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'?"

"I thought you'd be okay as long as you were Off the Wall."

"Okay, that one was stretching it a bit."

"Well I couldn't think of anything else, and you were whipping them out like nobody's business. How did you even know all of those? We only own, like, 2 CDs."

"I had a troubled childhood."

"Okay, now you can go."

"Bye." And with that, Rory left, leaving Lorelai Gilmore-Danes alone, which everyone knows is a bad idea.

Luke Danes came home after a long day of stupid customers, crazy Caesar, and an even crazier Kirk to the craziest of them all. In a good way, of course.

"Do I want to know?" He asked is wife, picking up the playing card at his feet. It would have been the ace of spades, but it was from Lorelai's Dirty Poker Deck, so it did not have the traditional picture in the middle of the card. The deck, which she had once gotten as a party favor at a bridal shower, had pictures of various body parts and pieces of lingerie in the center. It was Lorelai's favorite.

"Well, Rory left me alone, and I got bored," Lorelai stated simply while standing on her tip toes atop a step ladder.

"So you decided to get out every deck of cards we own and make The World's Largest House of Cards? I didn't even know we owned this many decks."

"This is not any house of cards, this is the deck of cards. It's Neverland!"

"Yeah. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm more confused now than I was when I walked in." He walked towards the monstrosity, periodically bending over to pick up stray cards.

"Well Rory and I were discussing names for the baby, and there was this whole Michael Jackson thing, and, like I said, she left and I got bored and this happened." Lorelai stopped to take a breath.

"So you mean the Michael Jackson 'Neverland', not the Peter Pan 'Neverland'."

"Correct."

"Uh huh." This is why I don't ask questions. "Well I'm going to go make dinner. Do you have any cravings? You should sit down, your feet will start hurting soon."

"If by soon you mean in a few months, yeah. They're going to start hurting soon. Hon, I love how excited you are for this baby, but, unlike you, I've been around this block before. Done!" She stepped back to observer her handiwork.

3 hours and 10 decks of cards had resulted in a very miniature scale of Michael Jackson's 'Neverland', with special attention to detail.

"Lorelai, that's amazing. If only you used your powers for good, you might surprise yourself."

"Is that so?" She began moving closer to him.

"Yes, it can be very satisfying." He smiled as she grabbed his hand in hers.

"That definitely calls for a 'dirty'," She laughed as he closed the small gap between them with a tender kiss.

AN: Okay, I didn't really end up liking that one that much but hopefully that's just because it is kind of an introduction. Gotta get the ball rolling. I tried to capitalize all of the Michael Jackson song references, but the 'making a pact' thing is from I'll Be There and 'didn't stop til you got enough' was from Don't Stop Til You Get Enough. You should check them out, they're the bomb diggity. A little Paris coming later! She's always fun. And, once again, any advice you have for me as a newbie, please share! One piece would be on how to work the divider thing, because the ones there were accidentally there when I uploaded this from my computer. So, please please please review!

Love always,

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