This one is inspired by the fact that Luke was at several town meetings with Lorelai in the revival, even when Rory was around to attend with her. I recall him disappearing from the majority town meetings in season5-ish, after they got together. So far these two stories have fit in chronological order, but that won't always be the case.
They had been back together a week when it dawned on Lorelai.
She was sort of still in a fog, that all of this had happened. Rory was out on the campaign trail, and she and Luke were back together. She'd almost completely written off the latter. And now, here they were. This was not the life she had been planning a week ago. Everything had happened so fast.
She often replayed the events that lead them back together that night – the party, Sookie telling her that it had all been Luke, the kiss in front of the diner- the same place where just about a year earlier she had issued the fatal ultimatum, Luke giving her the necklace he'd already gotten for her back before Rory's graduation.
It hit her at the diner one evening.
She and Luke were in a new, unfamiliar territory. They'd been friends. They'd been a couple. They'd basically almost lived together. They'd done domestic. They'd broken up before and reconciled, but never like this. Never after so long apart, and with such things between them now. Never after having been so close to being a married couple, and having to start over from scratch. They were ready to jump in again, both knew what they wanted from this – permanence. But they were still treading lightly, unsure of how to get back there without going too fast, or starting over again completely. They were careful with words and actions, knowing ghosts of the past were fresh and they were going to come face to face with them from time to time. She didn't know how much to tease him, what to poke fun at him about – something that had always been so them now seemed so tricky. She didn't know how long to linger at the diner, if it was okay to kiss him In public. The urge was to take it and run with it, but so much had happened to just fall into domesticity again.
Luke had just closed the diner that evening, Lorelai still sitting at the counter, drinking her cup of coffee, when she blurted it out.
"You planned a secret town meeting?"
"Huh?" he looked up from his spot behind the counter, where he was going over his receipts, concentration broken.
"When you planned Rory's party. You planned a secret town meeting." This time it wasn't a question, she was accusing him, knowingly, a grin teasing on her lips. She pointed a finger at him. "You!"
Luke shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you know. Whatever."
"Luke!" she laughed in delight. "A secret town meeting!" She was emphasizing more words now, suddenly realizing how important every word was. "You!"
"We had to meet to discuss the party. There was no other way to get everyone on board." He gave a lighthearted shrug and back down at his receipts, a smile on his face now.
"You are going to every town meeting with me from now on. No grumbling! Not after you planned one!"
He looked up at her again, and straight into her eyes. "Lorelai, I'll go anywhere with you."
She blushed, suddenly realizing her playful teasing had turned intense. She looked down at her coffee cup, then back up again. "A secret town meeting, Luke!"
He smiled at her and let out a chuckle, leaning across the counter to kiss her.
When she looked back on this moment, years later, she'd recall it as the moment everything seemed to fall into place again.