Keg! Max!

Rory opens the door to the bedroom, unsure why Jess would even be in here, but since he isn't downstairs he has to be somewhere. And to her great surprise, he's actually there, sitting in a frilly teal-upholstered chair and staring at the wall. She assumes he is looking for answers to questions he never tried to ask her.

"There you are," she says, her voice soft and gentle, knowing the pain he could cause if he turned away from her.

"Hey." He gives her the simplest greeting, not willing to let her know how much he is hurting.

"I've been looking all over for you."

So he says the most neutral thing he can manage. "Just... got tired of everything down there."

"Are we allowed to be up here? I mean, Kyle was kind of discouraging it," Rory says hesitantly, glancing at the door she was closing. He barely notices how she steps away from the door, not bothering to glance at it again.

He thinks back to the last time he was at a party, and remembers what happened up in the bedroom with a girl he can't really remember. "When you have a party, you get what you get," he shrugs off.

"Yeah, I guess," Rory says, studying him as he rises to his feet. She can tell he is sad but isn't sure what to say, so she stops thinking of what he might want to hear."Sad boy," she says sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on his cheek, though he quickly moves away from her hand, afraid to take comfort from anyone. "What's the matter?" she asks. "You were looking forward to this party. What happened?"

Yes, he was looking forward to it. He wanted to show Rory his world, even here in stars hollow. But he wasn't the same and he had finally figured out she was never going to be the partying type that was ok with not going to prom and being with a slacker boyfriend. "Nothin'," he brushes off, desperate to put off a conversation he knows will be inevitable. He doesn't want to see her face when she finds out how he's let her down. He is afraid that this might be the final straw for her.

"Something did," she insists. "What was it?"

In answer, he presses his lips to hers.

"You're not getting sick of me, are you?"

He kisses her. Not sure if he could say the words he wants without stumbuling and stuttering, and she deserves better.

"That's a pretty good answer." She's smiling a little, and he wants to say so much but he doesn't know what, so he kisses her again.

Maybe it's because they're at a party in a bedroom. Maybe it's because he thinks he loves her, and is afraid of losing her. Maybe he is drunk, but he leads her to the bed, though she doesn't resist he knows he could be going too far. She leans her head back as his lips search her skin.

She thinks it feels so right, his mouth on hers again. That is one of the best parts of their relationship- the making out is definitely a bonus. Jess isn't the best boyfriend, and he isn't reliable. But when he kisses her, he's generous. It's like she is all that exists, and he thrills her.

As his hands expertly slide off her jacket, she tries to block out the warnings in her head. When he reaches for the button on her jeans, she loses control and kisses him again. She fumbles with her shirt as he discards his. He tries not to pay attention to how much her hands are shaking. Just like he tries not to notice when his are shaking as they touch her. He also tries to think of her like just any other girl but he knows he can't. She is Rory, and she deserves more then a random bedroom at some kegger. He pulls away, and tries not to stare at her beauty. She was wearing black under her casual but he cant help but think so well put together outfit.

She reaches up to his him and he gives in for a moment before rolling off of her and laying on the bed beside her. She makes an odd sound, almost like a whimper at the loss of contact and he cant help but think how adorable it is. She rolls so she is leaning against his side and kisses him, trying so hard not to think of what she is doing. He rolls back over, and forces her hands back to the bed, leaning far enough away so she can't kiss him again.

"Ror, hey we need to stop." She looks at him and nods softly, then turns her head away. He sighs as he looks down at her, trying to figure out why she won't look at him. He stopped didn't he? Why was she so mad? "Fine."

She looks at him, trying to understand why he is acting this way. Is she not beautiful, is she not the type that guys wanted to be… with? Dean had never pushed her, and now Jess… Jess who had probably slept with every girl he could get his hands on, was turning her down. Her pain turned to anger quickly. "What is wrong with you?" She looks up at him and he can't help but feel guilty at the way her eyes are starting to tear up.

"Rory think, you don't want this, this isn't you. Someone could've walked through that door. Did you really want your first time, our first time, to be like this? Rory look at me." She had glanced away but now her eyes were trained on his and he couldn't help but let out a sigh, she no longer looked like she was going to cry. She couldn't help but think that he just voiced all the same things she was thinking, or trying so hard not to think.

"Thank you." She had finally freed a hand, and let it reach around his neck as she leaned up to kiss him. There kiss, which Jess silently swore would progress no farther was broken up by a door swinging open, and slamming against the wall.

Jess' head fell against Rory's shoulder. "Jeez." She blushed deeply as she turned to look at who opened the door.

Authors Note: Ok so I am planning on this being a two-shot for now and maybe expanding upon it later. But I want a little feedback. Who do you think is at the door? Who do you want to be at the door? Please Review.