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A/N: Okay! Here is the next chapter of my newest story. I am super excited...I hope that you like it!

Chapter Two:

"So, Jared was going in for the puck and I slid in front of him. He tried to get past me but I proved to be the stronger one. I, of course, already knew that,"

"Uh huh," Rory and Dean were shopping at Doose's Market, getting food for a Gilmore Movie Night. The movie was picked as well as most of the food, but a can of whipped cream eluded them. As Rory rummaged through the cooler of dairy products Dean was rattling off about his impressive steal in hockey. To Rory's ears it just sounded like babble, something that she thought Dean would've realized ten minutes earlier.

"Rory, are you even listening?" She looked up, smiling.

"I'm trying to find whipped cream and yes, I am indeed listening,"

"Good, it was an amazing steal. Sports Hall of fame amazing," Rory finally found a bottle of whipped cream and held it up triumphantly.

"I found it!"

"Great," They walked to the line, the fluorescent lights shining brightly, illuminating all of the products that Taylor conveniently had available at the check out line.

"Is there an actual Sports Hall of Fame? Or is it infamous, you know, something that exists only without it really existing?"

"No, it actually exists,"

"So there is a huge hall full of just sports guys,"

"Well, not exactly,"

"What have you got there?" Kirk asked, looking haughtily at Rory and Dean. He had recently gotten the job of cashier and it had begun to go to his head. Rory placed all of their purchases on the counter and he quickly added it up.

"Alright, that will be twenty dollars and 48 cents,"

"Uh huh, there you go,"

"Now remember to shake it," Kirk said, referring to her last item, the whipped cream.

"Okay, thanks Kirk,"

"And press the nozzle down,"

"Yes, I know Kirk," As she was leaving he yelled out one more thing, urgency in his voice.

"And never test the nozzle with it aimed at your face. Whipped cream really irritates the eye," Rory snorted, nodding quickly.

"Alright Kirk, bye," She erupted into laughter once she exited the store, lacing her arm through Dean's.

"I love this town,"

"Do you have everything?" Lorelai asked when Dean and Rory entered, laden with bags. Rory dropped hers on the couch, brandishing out the movie they had chosen.

"Yes, we have every food on the list as well as the number one movie choice,"

"Sabrina, and not the Harrison Ford edition?"

"Yes, with Bogart himself," Dean sat on the couch, sighing.

"I still can't believe you talked me into watching a chick movie,"

"A chick movie? You have Humphrey Bogart! Bogie did not make chick movies," Lorelai defended.

"It has Audrey Hepburn it it," Dean countered.

"So? Do you have something against good actors? This is my house and we will watch what I choose," Rory sensed the tension and quickly jumped in, sitting next to Dean.

"Why don't we start the movie. It's getting pretty late," Lorelai nodded, her mouth pressed into a firm frown. The mere feeling of Dean feet away from her made her blood boil. Rory stood up, popping the DVD into the machine and then settling down next to Dean. She took his hand, reminding herself that her mother was wrong. Lorelai Gilmore was rarely wrong, but she was wrong about Dean. He was a good person and she loved him, regardless of what other people thought. The home phone rang and Rory picked it up, one eye on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ace," She jumped at the sound of his voice, jutting her elbow into Dean.

"Ow,"

"Sorry...uh, hi," She stood up, walking to her room.

"Did I scare you there?"

"No, I just, uh, how are you you?" He laughed at her discomfort.

"I'm just fine,"

"Wait, how did you get my number?"

"There is this book called the yellow pages. It really is a wonder," Rory smiled.

"Ha ha, very funny. You looked me up in the yellow pages?"

"I have a lot of time on my hands. You'll know what I mean once you go to college,"

"Yeah,"

"So, I wanted to know if you put me on that list yet,"

"What list?" After she asked the answer dawned on her. He was talking about the college list, he had remembered the college list. He had remembered their conversation. He had remembered her.

"Your college list. Keep up Ace,"

"Oh, right, no I haven't,"

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know,"

"Go, get your list," She smiled, removing the list from the top drawer of her nightstahnd.

"Okay, I have it,"

"Now, put me down for Yale,"

"Put you down for a con?" She teased.

"You're killing me Ace," She smiled, writing his name down for pros. It seemed so natural to write his name, the loops and lines seemingly gliding from her pencil tip.

"Okay, you are officially on the list,"

"I like this, I feel important,"

"Wow, you have a pretty sad life if being on some senior's pro-con list makes you feel important," He chuckled.

"I'm a Huntzberger Ace, my life is pretty sad," She smiled, "And you're not just some senior,"

Her breath caught in her throat, the sound surely audible over the phone. Had he really just said that? Dean! Dean! Her mind was yelling, reminding her of the boyfriend only one room over, but the rest of her wasn't listening. All she could hear were the last words Logan had uttered, the sweet, considerate-

"Rory," She looked up, Dean at her doorway. He was looking at her skeptically and all she could do was swallow, swallow hard.

"Hi Dean,"

"You have a Dean?" Logan asked, but she just ignored him.

"Who are you on the phone with?" Dean asked, his voice housing a hint of accusation.

"Ace-"

"No one, just a friend. It's Lane,"

"I'm a girl suddenly?" Logan asked with amusement.

"It's Lane? I thought that Lane was out on a date with some Korean guy?"

"She was just complaining about it. Turns out that the future Korean doctor wanted to play doctor. Just wait until she tells Mrs. Kim. Man, I hope I'm there for that confrontation," She spun the lie easily, all the while trying to squelch her nerves. To her relief Dean smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Poor Lane," She smiled, nodding fervently.

"Yeah, poor Lane,"

"So, will you be out here soon? Audrey Hepburn just tried to suffocate herself and you're missing all of it," Rory nodded, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah Dean, I'll be out in a few minutes,"

"Okay," He walked away, Rory taking a deep breath.

"I was almost violated by a Korean Doctor? How terrible," Rory smiled.

"Sorry about that,"

"Didn't want our clandestine conversation to be revealed?"

"Yeah- I mean no- I just didn't want him to...," She trailed off, not wholly knowing why she had lied, "I just didn't want him to overreact," She finally said.

"Overreact because you were talking to me?"

"He's a bit protective of me. He means well though," She clarified at the end, not wanting to think that Dean was locking her in rooms or anything.

"Uh huh,"

"Well, I'm going to go back. We're watching Sabrina and I'm missing classic moments,"

"Ah, I wouldn't want you to miss the soufflé scene," She smiled.

"That is a classic,"

"Bye Ace," She winced as she hung up, the lie she had told Dean resounding in her ears.

"A future Korean Doctor copping a feel?" She muttered to herself, shaking her head. That was about as likely as actually seeing Elvis at the grocery store.

"Rory, get your butt in here!" She heard her mother yell, "Audrey is about to be picked up by the slick brother of Bogie!" Rory smiled, walking back into the rec room. For now she would just forget everything and relax, letting the drama of Sabrina Fairchild's life make her forget about hers.

"Apparently I have been violated by a future Korean Doctor," Lane said, sitting with Rory in her room. Rory smiled sheepishly, settling onto the banal comforter on Lane's bed.

"Uh, yeah, about that...,"

"I played along with it when Dean mentioned it," Lane replied, gauging Rory's reaction.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it,"

"So, what happened?" Rory looked up at her, a new shine in her eyes.

"I met this really great guy at Yale. He was really nice and amazing. Yesterday during the movie night he called me. I went in my room and we were talking and then Dean came in,"

"I'm guessing this is where you lied,"

"Yeah, when he asked who I was talking with I just couldn't tell him it was Logan,"

"His name is Logan?" When she nodded Lane smiled, "That's a good name,"

"I know. I don't even know why I lied. I mean, I was just talking to him. We're just friends, actually I don't even know if we're friends. We're just...friendly?" Lane smiled at her friend's indecision.

"It sounds like you have a crush," Lane chided.

"No, I am with Dean. I love Dean," She rolled her eyes, sitting across from her friend.

"Just because you're with Dean doesn't mean that you can't notice other boys. Tell me, was he dreamy?"

"Lane,"

"Was his voice deep and silky? Did his smile make your heart melt? The sight of him make you feel your heart beating in your ears?" Rory looked away, ashamed that the answer to all of those questions was a resounding yes.

"Lane, that's all...it doesn't make any difference," Lane leaned back onto her hands, scrutinizing her friend.

"Okay, I'll drop it," Rory sighed in relief, smiling.

"Thank you,"

"But-"

"Oh no, I don't like buts,"

"If he calls you again or you see him, you need to call me the minute it's over and give me every detail," Rory smiled.

"Okay,"

"Mate, I met the love of my life today!" Finn exclaimed, bounding towards Logan, a wacky smile on his lips.

"Did you remember to get her name this time?" Logan asked, remembering the last time Finn had met the "love of his life". She had been a bartender at the Pub and after making out with her for twenty minutes he had forgotten to get her name. Needless to say, their relationship did not go far.

"Yes, I sure did! Her name is Rory!" Logan looked up at him, his eyes wide.

"What?" Finn's face fell, a look of confusion clouding his feature.

"Wait-no, that wasn't her name. No, it started with an R...Ro...Ror...Roc...Rochelle! That's what it was. Her name was Rochelle," Logan immedialty calmed down, nodding.

"Rochelle, huh?"

"Yes, she is the most exquisite lady I have ever met, mate. An absolute perfect girl,"

"Well, you remembered her name. That must mean something. It took you some time, but hey...anything worth it takes time,"

"Exactly mate. Anyhoo, I'm meeting her tonight and I'm going to need you out of this dorm,"

"What?"

"When I bring her back I want it to be empty,"

"How do you know she'll come back with you?"

"The ladies love me," Finn pointed out, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right, but may I remind you that some women only love to slap you," Logan countered.

"No, she'll be coming home with me. I am positive," Logan sighed, nodding.

"Alright, I'll be out of here tonight,"

"Mate, you are a true friend,"

"Is he going on about Rochelle again?" Colin asked, coming out of his room. He had just gotten out of the shower and was patting his wet hair with a towel.

"Yes," Colin groaned.

"So do you think we could stay with Stephanie? She has a spare bed since her roommate got mono,"

"Yeah, let's just hope she's in a good mood,"

Stephanie was finishing her make-up when there was a knock at her door. In the one minute that it took her to reach the door the knocking had become incessant and to put it plainly, annoyingly loud. She whipped open the door, angry at who was in front of her.

"What do you two want?" She asked, not in the mood for company.

"We need a place to stay," Logan replied, being the more charming of the two. Unfortunately, Stephanie was about the only girl in the world that was immune to the Huntzberger charm.

"And why is that?"

"Finn has found the love of his life,"

"Oh, well, if you two stay you'll have to go at it alone,"

"Where are you going to be?" Colin asked, noticing her curled hair and half finished make-up.

"I am going to a party. Jamie is throwing it and he said it should be pretty good,"

"Jamie? Your cousin in high school?" Colin asked, a smile on his face. Stephanie frowned, walking back to her room to finish putting on her make-up. The boys followed, the line of where to go and not worn down years before. They were all like brother and sister, there were no boundaries anymore.

"Yes, and Oliver invited me," She was referring to her boyfriend, a senior at Chilton.

"Aw, isn't that sweet. Little Stephanie has got a date," Logan teased. Stephanie removed her eye lash curler from her lashes, pointing it threateningly at Logan.

"Don't you dare make fun of me. At least I don't go and sleep around with anything that has a pulse,"

"That is not true," Logan protested, "I only sleep with them if they have a pulse and are female," Stephanie frowned, sweeping blush onto her cheeks.

"Anyway, that is where I'm going so you two will have to fend for yourselves," Logan watched her put her make-up away, an idea dawning on her.

"Why don't we go with you?" She shook her head firmly, not liking the idea at all.

"No, you are not going to third wheel me on my date. Besides, it's a high school party. My boyfriend is there for me, what is there for you?"

"Beer," Logan and Colin said in unison, "And hot senior girls," Colin added.

"They're in high school,"

"So? I don't discriminate," Logan responded, thinking of Rory. Stephanie sighed, putting the last of her make-up away.

"Fine, but if it ends up being a complete bust don't come crying to me,"

"Steph, if anything we'll liven up the party," Logan said, "Don't worry, Colin and I will have fun,"

"I don't know what to wear!" Rory complained, sifting through her closet for anything decent. Lorelai walked into her daughter's room, helping her look through her clothes.

"Why again are you going to this party?" Rory sighed, sitting on her bed and letting Lorelai resume the search.

"Because Madeline and Louise invited me. They said they were going to 'socialize' me,"

"Rory, in what universe did that sound appealing?" Rory groaned.

"This is a disaster but I have to go now. I said I would and they will know that I chickened out if I suddenly cancel,"

"You could pull the sick card,"

"Mom, that never works,"

"Good point. I could say that you got abducted. That is semi-believable,"

"And extremely morbid. I'll just go," Lorelai pulled out a baby blue sweater, pairing it with a black skirt.

"How long is this skirt?" Lorelai asked.

"It hit mid thigh,"

"Alright, pair this blue sweater with the skirt and you'll look amazing,"

"Mom," Lorelai looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes, "I'm going to be socialized,"

"I know baby, deep breaths,"

"This party isn't half bad," Colin said, noting the keg of beer and slew of not too shabby Chilton girls. A blonde caught his eye and he bid Logan farewell, immediately chatting up the leggy girl. Logan smiled, looking around in search of a girl for him. They all looked the same to him. Either they were leggy girls with skirts ridiculously short or busty girls looking like they should be manning a corner. He could read a girl like a book and all of the girls at the party were screaming desperate. Just as he was about to give up he spotted someone. She looked different, an air about her that he couldn't describe with words but knew was special. He watched the way she casually rubbed the back of her leg with her foot, an absentminded up and down motion. After one more quick look around, he settled on the mysterious one and made his way towards her.

"Rory, you look beyond fabulous," Louise gushed, smiling at Rory. She shifted awkwardly, smiling at the compliment.

"Thanks Louise, you look good too," In reality Louise's outfit was so scandalous that she should have gotten arrested for indecent exposure. The neckline of her dress was so low that it went past the valley between her breasts and the bottom was short to the point that Rory wondered if it was possible to wear underwear with it. Madeline's outfit was not far behind Louise's, the top just a little higher to accommodate her fuller chest.

"So, the first step in you being socialized is for you to approach a guy," Madeline explained.

"Approach a guy? You two do know that I already have a boyfriend?" Louise laughed.

"Of course we remember Tall Dark and Handsome. How could we forget him? We are simply trying to socialize you and regardless of single or attached, you need to complete the first step," Rory sighed.

"Fine, who should I approach?" Madeline giggled.

"That's for you to choose, silly," Rory clenched her jaw, wanting more than ever to run out of the party at full speed and back to the comforts of home.

"Alrighty, let's find a guy," She spotted a brunette and decided just to go for him. As she walked she was intercepted by someone else, his hand covering the round of her shoulder.

"Hi, do I know you?" The irony of the pick up line hit her as she turned and found herself face to face with Logan.

"Logan?"

"Ace...wow...uh, it looks like I do know you," She smiled, elated to see him. He looked even better than the first time that she had seen him. His hair was perfectly tousled, his smile as dazzling as ever.

"What are you doing here?"

"My friend Stephanie is dating someone here and me and a friend decided to tag along," She nodded, realizing that she was at a loss for words.

"Uh huh," Was all she managed to come up with, her smile fading as she realized that was all she was able to say. Luckily Madeline and Louise decided it was time to cut in and saved her from her tied tongue.

"Rory, why don't you introduce us to your friend," Louise smoothly suggested, angling her body towards Logan. He took in her over done make-up and sleazy dress and immediately had her figured out. It was what he usually went for, but tonight it didn't do anything for him.

"This is Logan. Logan, this is Madeline and Louise," Logan greeted them, finding himself hoping they would leave him and Rory alone. A slow song blasted from the speakers and he saw this as his escape from Rory's overzealous friends.

"Ace, do you want to dance," She looked at him, surprised by his proposition. Before she could respond with anything more than a nod his hand was on the small of her back and leading her to the dance floor. They stood before each other for a moment, Rory awkwardly trying to figure out where to put her hands. With Dean it had been easy but Logan made her extremely uncomfortable. She was afraid she would do something stupid. However, Logan chased away all of her fears by moving his arms around her slim waist, her body pressed up against his. Her arms naturally made their way around his neck, her chin resting casually on his shoulder. It felt nice. It felt safe.

"This is a good song," Logan commented, the wailing voice of James Blunt serenading them. She smiled, nodding against his shoulder.

"Yeah, it is. The music video is weird, but the song is good,"

"What, you didn't like James Blunt stripping?" She smiled, shaking her head.

"It was an awkward stripping,"

"Ah, I think I understand," They were silent then for a while, both swaying in time with the music. She could feel his arms through her thin sweater, his body warm against hers. She wondered if he felt as serene as she did, if the moment felt as perfect to him as it did to her.

"So, how's Dean?" He asked out of the blue, bringing her reluctantly from her thoughts.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, he's your boyfriend, right?" She nodded, the movement a bit dismal.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend and he's fine,"

"Did he buy the touchy feely Korean story?" She laughed, nodding.

"Yes, he bought it but Lane was not too happy when she found out,"

"So the future Korean doctor was actually a gentleman?"

"I'm assuming, her mom is pretty thorough with Lane's dates. I wouldn't be surprised if she screens each date to make sure that he lives up to her expectations,"

"Wow, she sounds quite interesting,"

"Yeah, and she just loves me," He heard the sarcasm and questioned it.

"What? Does Mrs. Kim not like you, the infamous Rory Gilmore," She chuckled quietly at his description of her and nodded.

"Yes, because I am a child out of wedlock she views me as unclean and unfit to be Lane's friend. I will never forget the look on her face the first time I came over to her house. It was a mix of sheer horror and disgust,"

"Ouch, that must have been hard to handle,"

"Nah, I have my mother's blood running through my veins. I'm used to looks of disgust and horror," He smiled, looking into her bright blue eyes. She became so animated when she talked. That was something he loved about her, how alive she became whenever she talked about Stars Hollow or her mother. It was in those rare glimpses that he felt he saw the true Rory.

The song ended before either of them wanted it to, the last notes resounding in their ears. Rory reluctantly pulled away from him, smiling in her usual shy manner.

"Well, thank you for the dance,"

"You're welcome," With that Rory walked back to Madeline and Louise who had been looking on with looks of awe and jealousy.

"How do you know him?" Madeline asked as Rory approached.

"I met him at Yale,"

"Oh, so he's a college guy?" Louise clarified, her mind already calculating how she could snag Logan.

"Yes,"

"Hm, you have good taste Rory, exquisite taste,"

"Uh, thank you?"

"So, the next part of the socializing is drinking the punch," Rory looked at them oddly.

"Drinking the punch?"

"Yes, to find out if it is alcoholic or not. Now we have already tested this one and it is not spiked. Now how could we tell this?" Rory shrugged, not knowing the answer, "the sniff test. If it smells alcoholic then it is spiked. If it just smells fruity then it is not alcoholic. Got it?" Rory nodded, receiving a full, heavy cup of punch.

"Alright, now let's drink. Bottoms up!"

"Colin man, what happened to the blonde?" Logan asked, finding his friend alone.

"A former DuGrey conquest," Colin said simply, the four words summing everything else up.

"Stay clear man,"

"Oh believe me, I am. So, did you find anything good?" He thought of Rory and smiled slightly. Colin watched him intently, amused by his demeanor, "Oh, you totally got some," Logan looked up, alarmed by his words.

"No, I definitely did not get any,"

"You have that goofy look on your face,"

"So? That doesn't mean that I got any," Colin shrugged.

"Whatever man, so why are you all smiley and shit?"

"Well, I actually did meet someone. I had met her a week or so back and I saw her again here,"

"Is she hot?"

"She's beautiful," He said, the words reminding him of the James Blunt song that he had danced with her to. He chuckled slightly, remembering their conversation.

"Who is this girl who has managed to capture the attention of Huntzberger?" Colin asked rhetorically, smiling at Logan, "I thought it could never be achieved yet here we are," Logan shrugged, smiling.

"I don't know, but there is one catch. She has a boyfriend,"

"That's never stopped you before,"

"Yeah, you're right. With her though, it's different. I really don't think that it would work with her. She doesn't seem like the sleep and run kind of girl,"

"Well, there's plenty of others Logan. You are not at a loss for girls," Logan nodded, but he didn't completely believe what Colin told him. Ever since he met Rory things had been different. The truth was, he didn't know if things would ever be the same.

"Rory, come on," Madeline pleaded, dragging Rory towards the door.

"I don't wanna go!" Rory whined, "Too tired,"

"So, I think the sniff test was wrong," Louise offered, helping Madeline get Rory to the door. Rory had downed three large cups of punch and was reeling from the effects. It turned out the punch was indeed severely spiked and Rory was therefore severely drunk. Madeline and Louise had forgone the punch, not pleased to find themselves completely sober with a wasted Rory. And much to their delight, Rory was a lively and stubborn drunk.

"Rory, stop being difficult,"

"I don't care!"

"Ugh, I feel like I'm dealing with one of my step sisters before bed time," Louise lamented, grabbing on to one of Rory's arms.

"Hey, what's going on?" They saw Logan, looking at Rory with worry.

"She really liked the punch," Madeline offered, Logan nodding.

"I can take it from here," Logan offered. Madeline and Louise looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Finally they decided to let Logan take her, neither of them wanting to deal with her in her drunken stupor.

"She lives in Stars Hollow," Louise shouted over her shoulder before running off with Madeline, hastening so they would be long gone incase Logan changed his mind. He looked at Rory who was nestled next to him, staring intently at the wall.

"Alright Ace, let's get you home," She shook her head.

"No, home bad! I like it here,"

"Come on Ace. There's a cab waiting for us and I'll take you home," When she began to protest he simply dragged her to the car, ignoring her yelling and flailing limbs. Finally in the confines of the cab she calmed down, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

"Tired, tired, tired," She mumbled, her head rolling on his shoulder as the cab turned corners.

"You'll be home soon Ace,"

"No Dean," She mumbled, yawning loudly.

"What?"

"No Dean, so protective. No no no," He looked down at her, trying to comprehend her drunken gibberish.

"Rory-"

"I don't know why he won't trust me. I haven't done anything wrong, no, nothing, zilch, zero! He just doesn't trust me. Always questioning...always, always...poopie," He smiled at her childish tone, but her words still worried him. If Dean was a overprotective as she was letting on, was she safe?

"We're almost home Ace," He said it over and over again, it being the only response he could think of to calm her down. Finally they got to her house and he pulled her out, holding her around the waist to keep her from falling. He rang the doorbell and moments later Lorelai answered, looking worriedly at her daughter.

"What the hell happened?" She asked, opening the screen door to let them in.

"She made the mistake of drinking the punch," He walked her to the couch, her collapsing onto the cushions.

"Sleep," Rory said softly, laying down on the couch.

"Thank you for taking her home," Lorelai said, looking at her daughter.

"You're welcome, she was in pretty bad shape,"

"Yeah, I guess this is what happens when you become social," She joked.

"I guess. Well, I'm going to go," She nodded.

"Alright, thanks again," He left, getting back into the taxi. Lorelai watched the cab ride off, thinking of the guy inside of it.

"Logan," She looked over at her daughter, inebriation slurring her words.

"Logan left sweetie. He had to go home," Rory mumbled some other incoherent words as Lorelai led her up to bed. Several bumps into walls later Lorelai had her daughter in bed, soft snoring coming from her room. Lorelai meandered off to her own room, pondering the events of the day. Needless to say, she learned that Rory was most definitely not a graceful drunk.

A/N: These chapters are so long! I just can't seem to stop writing. I hope that you liked it! Please leave me a comment telling me what you liked or didn't like. Thanks!