Author: PGGF
Disclaimer: I don't anything except the idea.
Summary: Extremely AU. Rory lives in Hartford, Connecticut with her mother and step-father. Rory's never met her biological father so she refers to Chris as her dad. Chris and Lorelai are very wealthy and kind of stuck up. They've never really shown Rory much affection and keep her shipped off to boarding schools and ritzy summer camps so they don't have to deal with her. Richard and Emily live in Loretto, Kentucky on a farm. Lorelai basically cut them out of her life when she got married and they haven't actually seen Rory since she was very young. They still talk occasionally on the phone, but that's about it. Jess lives with his grandmother and works on Richard and Emily's farm. The backgrounds will be further explained throughout the story. Also, some of the other characters will be featured, but as this is an AU they'll be Kentucky as well. The story is mainly going to focus on Jess and Rory and I'm planning on it being fairly fluffy.
A/N: I am completely overwhelmed with the responses I got for this story. You all are amazing and I thank you very, very much. This chapter was actually supposed to be up days before this, but I was having problems with getting it to come up. It just would not work until today. Hopefully you'll think it was worth the wait.
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"Hi, Grandma."
At the sound of Rory's voice, Emily dropped the wooden spoon she was stirring with and turned around. "Oh, Rory! It's so good to have you here," she said as she rushed over to embrace her. Rory couldn't believe how welcome her grandparents made her feel. She felt more comfortable around them then she ever had around her own parents.
Emily pulled back, holding her at the shoulders, and said, "Now, let me get a good look at you. You've just grown so much since I last saw you. And you're becomin' such a beautiful young woman."
Rory blushed profusely at her praise. "Thanks."
"Oh, there ain't no need to get all embarrassed now. You're a beauty. You must drive all those city boys wild," she said with a shine in her eyes.
"I guess." She smiled back at Emily, her face still a little red.
Emily embraced her again and then said, "Alright, let's eat now and then we'll get you settled in, okay?"
"Great. I'm starved."
"Well, we'll just have to take care of that now, won't we? I made grilled bacon, tomato, and cheese sandwiches, green beans, macaroni and tomato, and salad."
"Sounds great."
"Emily is the best damn cook around here. You won't be the same after you eat her macaroni and tomato. I can promise you that," Richard told her with a smile. "Now what do you want to drink? We've got water, sweet tea, milk, juice, and coke. I recommend the sweet tea. It's just what you need on a humid day like today."
"Sweet tea is fine with me," Rory said as she was loading up her plate. She had food piled all over, but she couldn't help it. Every smelled and looked so great.
After everyone has settled at the table and began eating, Emily spoke up. "So does everything taste okay?"
"Everything is amazing, Grandma. And Grandpa was right. I don't think I'm ever going to be the same after the macaroni and tomato. It's the greatest thing I've ever tasted."
"Well, you used to love it when you were younger. You went through a phase where it was the only damn thing we could get you to eat," Emily laughed.
"Really? I didn't know that. Mom never tells me anything about when we lived here."
After saying that Rory felt guilty because Emily and Richard both just looked down at their plates and nodded. She had briefly forgotten how strained the relationship between Lorelai and her parents was. Wanting to fix the silence, Rory continued with, "Since I don't remember anything about when I lived here, maybe you can tell me sometime? I'd really love to know."
"Well I'd love to tell you," Emily said with a smile.
"Yeah, anything you want to know, just ask us and we'll tell you," Richard chimed in.
"I really am glad you invited me to stay with you. I can already tell that I'm going to love it here. The food is amazing and I cannot wait to look around and find out more about the farm," Rory informed them.
"After we get you settled in, I'm sure Richard can give you a tour of the farm. I'll be workin' in here for awhile because we're havin' a few friends over tonight for a barbeque for you."
"Oh, you don't have to go through the trouble of that," Rory insisted.
"It's all ready been takin' care of, Sugar. We figured we'd invite some of our friends over so you can meet them and a couple of kids your age so you'll know some people this summer."
"Kids my age?" Rory's ears perked up at that.
"Paris, Jess, and Dean," Richard answered.
"Paris is the daughter of our friends, Babette and Morey. They live in the house at the bottom of our driveway. In fact, you used to play with Paris when you were younger. Sometimes when your mom needed a sitter and we couldn't do it, Babette always did. She runs her own hair salon from her house. Morey, her husband, plays every instrument you can imagine and he works at a factory in town. Dean is her boyfriend. I reckon they've been together since elementary school. They fight like cats and dogs sometimes, but you need a crowbar to separate 'em other times. Jess is the grandson of one of my oldest and dearest friends, Wendy. He's lived with her for 'bout 15 years now. Sweet boy. He'd do anything in the world for you. He works with Richard on the farm."
"He's a damn good worker too," Richard said. "He's never late and even tries to work when he's sick. And on days when the job last longer than we planned he won't let me pay him overtime. Damn good boy."
"I look forward to meeting everyone," Rory said while thinking about what they had said about Jess. Both of her grandparents seemed to have a soft spot for him which made her feel even more of a need for him to like her.
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After lunch and finally convincing Emily to let her help clear the dishes and store the leftovers, Rory followed her grandparents through the house and up the wooden staircase.
"Now it's up to you which room you want to stay in," Emily was saying. "They're both the same size and have about the same amount of storage space and the bathroom connects them both in the middle."
The first room they looked in had dark gray carpet and beige walls. There was a bed, a nightstand, a vanity with a mirror, and two dressers, but with nothing on the walls the room seemed bare. The second room felt much cozier. The carpet was green and the walls were baby blue and had clouds sponge-painted on them. The bed was a full size with a wooden headboard that had shelves built in. There was also another bookshelf against a wall, and a dresser, a nightstand, and a desk in the corner.
"I really like this one," Rory said.
"This was your old room," Richard informed her. "After you and Lorelai left we decided to keep it the same for the next time you'd visit. I built the headboard after we heard that you loved to read."
"Thanks. I really love it."
They dropped the bags and Emily said, "We'll just leave you to get everything settled in. There's some hangers in the closet and if you need more just take them from the other bedroom. I put you some towels in the bathroom too.Now, I have some cleanin' to do for tonight and when you're finished up here Richard will take you for a tour of the farm."
"Okay."
After they left the room, Rory began to unpack all of all her clothes and put them away in the dresser and closet. She was glad she had thought ahead and purchased more shorts and tank tops because if today was any indication, she was in for a humid summer. After her clothes were put away she began shelving the books she brought with her. When that was finished she gathered up her beauty products and went to put them in the bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom was as fun as her bedroom. It was decorated in a rubber ducky theme. The floor mats were blue with rubber ducks on them as well as the toilet seat cover. The toothbrush holder was also in the shape of a rubber ducky. She noticed with great joy that not only was the bathroom decently sized and decorated nicely, but also held a deep, clawfoot bathtub. Her visit just kept getting nicer and nicer.
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"Grandpa, I finished putting everything away and I'm ready for the tour whenever you are," Rory said as she walked into the living room.
Richard sat his newspaper down and said, "Well let's get after it then."
They headed outside and Richard lead them towards the building behind the house. Parked just outside of the building was a John Deere Gator HPX. After they climbed in, Richard started the engine and turned to the left. There was a path around the building that suggested that the Gator had driven through the area many times before. As the path wore on Rory noticed more of the huge garden next to the house. "This is our garden. We grow all of our own organic fruits and vegetables. Squash, cucumbers, potatoes, tomatoes, zucchinis, carrots, turnips, green beans, corn, watermelon, strawberries, blackberries, cantaloupe...you name it, we probably grow it."
"Wow. That's amazing, Grandpa."
"You used to love to play in the garden while we dug up the vegetables. You'd get all dirty and it'd just make your mom crazy. She'd quit workin' and take you in to clean you up and she wouldn't let you back out again," Richard said, laughing at the memory.
"She's still like that. If I get the tiniest bit dirty she freaks out. I have to always look like the perfect little angel around her. It's annoying."
"Your mom is big on appearances, that's for sure. She never was one for the farm life. Not everybody likes what I do and that's fine by me."
"You and I are a lot alike. A lot alike."
"Well, I can't think of anybody else I'd rather be like."
"Me either," she said smiling at him.
As the Gator rounded back to the front of the house Richard stopped it for a moment and pointed beyond the hill and said, "Those black buildings over there are part of the Maker's Mark distillery. I'm a Knob Creek man myself, but Maker's is damn good too. Did you know that 95 of bourbon is made right here in Kentucky?"
"Really? I did not know that," Rory said smiling at her grandpa.
"Oh yes. Kentucky has 12 operating distilleries. The water in Kentucky has a lot of limestone in it and gives it a much smoother taste. Bourbon can be made other places in the U.S., but they usually can't add the state name to the label. Only Kentucky's supposed to be able to. Just a little lesson in bourbon history, from me to you," Richard said laughing.
"Thanks," Rory laughed. "That's really interesting though."
"Kentucky's an interesting place. A lot of people don't realize that though, but I just see it as their loss."
"And that's exactly how you should see it," Rory told him.
"It's nice to see you're on my side," Richard laughed and then pointing to the barn ahead of them said, "That's our tobacco barn. We raise a crop every year. And over there is our milk parlor. Not only do we drink the milk, but we also use it to make our own butter and cheese."
"You make your own butter and cheese!?" Rory asked shocked.
Richard laughed. "Yeah, we do. Always have. I don't like to eat overly processed foods and Emily's the same way. Since we make it, we know what goes in it and we can control it. We make most of our own food. I think we make it out to the grocery store about once a month."
"That's amazing. I usually just eat whatever the cook makes for me. A lot of times it's fancy food that I have no idea what it is, or if I even want to know."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that here," Richard said, patting her knee.
He continued to show Rory around the farm. She saw the hog houses and even willingly held a baby pig. She also pet a horse and a goat and held a baby chick. She was amazed at how much happened on the farm. There were wooded areas that her grandparents had specifically designated as hiking areas and one area even held a two bedroom cabin that they often retreated to. Aside from all the land and animals, Rory also got to see all the various types of machinery used to perform duties on the farm. But she could tell that her favorite part was going to be the lake that was used to swim in. Years ago her grandparents had built a dock for it, and someone had tied a few rope swings from the surrounding trees.
As they made their way back around to the building to park the Gator, Richard lead Rory back into the house and down into the basement. "We store a lot of our food down here. We keep our meats frozen in the deep freezes," Richard said as he lifted the lid and Rory saw mounds of white packages labeled with a black marker. "And these shelves are full of things that Emily has canned or made. There's all sorts of fruits, vegetables, preserves, jams, lots of things." Rory looked at the rows of rows of mason jars full of various types of foods. She was amazed. She had never seen this much food before in one place.
"What's behind that door?" Rory asked.
"That is where I store my beer and wine. I started makin' my own about 20 years ago. It's a big hit when we have people over," Richard said laughing. "But I should probably be gettin' back upstairs now and see what Emily needs done for tonight."
"Oh, can I help with anything?"
"No, not tonight. We're doin' this for you and you are not to help out. Just wander around the house or somethin' and let us take care of everything."
"Are you sure? It's no big deal. I really don't mind."
"I'm positive. You just get to know the place and we'll let you know when people start to arrive."
"Okay," Rory said and followed him back upstairs.
As Richard and Emily set about working on getting the food ready for later, Rory wandered around the house. She really loved it there. It was very homey. The kitchen was full of food and just standing in it you could practically taste all of the delicious meals that had been prepared daily. Just off from the kitchen was another bathroom and next to that was a room that held the washer and dryer. There was a door leading out to the screened in back porch. After watching her grandparents start the grill from her place on the porch she headed back inside to look around more.
The living room had a very large, stone fireplace and overstuffed furniture. There was a tv in one corner of the room with a rack of movies next to it. The couch had a homemade blanket folded over the back of it and there were two recliners that had blankets thrown over the backs that read, "His" and "Hers." On the table next to Richard's chair was a framed photo of him holding a newborn Rory with a big smile on his face. Rory couldn't help but smile when she saw it. She looked over next to Emily's chair and saw a basket full of yarn and knitting and crocheting needles. There were also a few crafts magazines on the table in the center of the room. Her grandmother apparently loved to make homemade crafts.
From the living room, she headed into what appeared to be an office. There was a computer, a filing cabinet, and a book shelf. She also discovered a small room with stacks and stacks of wood, a sewing room that had unfinished projects everywhere, a dining room, and a den. From there she found her grandparent's bedroom located at the bottom of the stairs. She made her way back up to her room and decided that before she was to meet people she should probably clean up a bit because the humidity of the early day had left her feeling a little dirty. Plus she was anxious to try out the clawfoot bathtub in her bathroom.
After Rory finished with her bath she put on a pair of denim shorts and a purple tank top and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. As she was heading back downstairs, she slipped on a pair of black flip flops, hoping she looked presentable enough to meet her grandparent's friends. Just as she hit the bottom stair, Emily was walking towards her.
"Rory! I was just about to call for you. The food is almost done and everybody will be here in just a few minutes. Did you enjoy your tour of the farm?"
"Yes, I did. It's amazing, Grandma. I can't believe all of the stuff that goes on here."
Emily laughed. "It's a lot of work, but we just love it all so much."
Just then Richard's voice bellowed through the house informing them of the arrival of Babette, Morey, Paris, and Dean.
Rory felt a little nervous all of a sudden. Emily noticed right away and reached out for her hand. "Don't worry, Sweetie. Everyone will just love you."
They headed out to the backyard and Rory saw a group of people standing around talking to her grandfather. However, as soon as the back door opened, they all turned to look at her. Babette was the first to rush over, dragging Morey along behind her. "Rory, darling, why I ain't seen you since you were knee-high to a grasshopper. How have you been? You look so great. You've really grown into a beauty. You must drive the boys pretty wild, huh?" She asked as she nudged her with her elbow and smiling.
"I guess."
"Oh, a shy one. Well, that'll just make 'em want you worse," Morey said, laughing.
Babette laughed as well and said, "Now I want you to meet my daughter. Paris! Get over here and meet Rory!"
Rory jumped at the shrillness of Babette's voice and heard Emily chuckle beside her. "She's a firecracker, huh?" Emily whispered in her ear. Rory nodded and smiled in return.
Paris walked up to her then and said, "Hi, I'm Paris. I'm so glad you're here because I finally get to spend time with a girl. Most of my friends from school are busy during the summer so I spend a lot of time with my boyfriend and Jess and I need girl-time."
"Well, I'm glad I could save you then," Rory said smiling.
"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Dean," she said pulling Rory with her.
"Dean, this is Rory. Rory, this is Dean."
"Hi," Dean said, reaching out to shake her hand.
"It's nice to meet you," Rory told him with a smile. As she carried on a conversation with Paris and Dean about her life in Connecticut she couldn't help but notice how at first, they seemed like an unlikely pair. Paris was a short, bubbly girl with blonde hair and fair skin where Dean was tall, dark, and very laid back. They seemed to be total opposites, but at the same time, it really worked for them You would have to be blind not to notice the subtle glimpses and touches between the two.
As she was talking, telling about life at an all-girls boarding school, the crunch of gravel sounded in her ears. Turning towards the noise she saw a black, beat up Chevy truck pulling into the driveway.
"Great! Jess is here just as the food is ready." Rory heard Richard say.
The black truck slowed to a stop and Rory got her first glimpse of Jess as he climbed out from behind the driver's seat. He was of average height with dark hair, dark eyes, and gorgeous olive skin. Rory could only stare as Jess walked past her, nodding in her direction, and went over to her grandmother. She excused herself from Paris and Dean to move closer to hear what Jess was saying.
"Grandmama's sorry she couldn't make it, but she just wasn't feelin' too well."
"Well, that's too bad. I know she was wantin' to meet Rory. We'll just have her over when she's feelin' better and you be sure to take her a plate home, okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Jess replied with a smile.
Emily noticed Rory walking up to them and said, "Jess, I'd like you to meet Rory."
Jess turned and caught Rory's gaze. He noticed her when he pulled up. He'd be blind not to in her shorts and tank top. All that bare skin was too much and he wasn't sure of what to say so he had just nodded at her and went to tell Emily about his grandmother. "So you're the famous Rory I've heard so much about."
He found her blush endearing.
"Should I be worried about what you've heard?"
"Nah, it was all good. I don't think your grandparents could say anything bad about you if they tried. It's nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand for her to take.
Rory thought his deep, southern drawl was adorable. He may not have been from Kentucky originally, but he'd definitely acquired an accent. She placed her hand in his and felt her knees weaken when he wrapped his hand tighter around hers. "It's nice to meet you too. I've also heard about you," she managed to get out.
"Now I'm wonderin' if I should be worried about what you heard," he laughed.
"No. No, it was good. I promise. Grandma and Grandpa just talked about what a hard worker you were and how you are, and I quote, 'a damn good boy.'"
It was Jess' turn to blush, which he tried to hide by ducking his head towards the ground. "Your grandparent's are great people. Great to know and even greater to work for. I really enjoy being around them," he mumbled.
"Everybody come and eat!" Richard shouted.
At the sound of his voice, Jess and Rory let each other's hands go and Jess motioned for Rory to walk ahead of him towards the food.
"You're in for a real treat tonight. Your grandpa makes the best damn barbeque chicken in the whole state of Kentucky," Jess smiled at her.
"Yeah, I realized at lunch earlier that southern food is definitely some of the best I've ever had."
"I haven't eaten much else, but I do know that I ain't ever eaten anything that tasted better than what your grandparents or Grandmama makes."
Rory still could not get over how cute Jess' southern accent was. And the fact that he referred to his grandmother as Grandmama was too cute for words.
"Alright everybody, we have barbeque chicken, burgers, potatoes, macaroni salad, potato salad, coleslaw, corn, and chips. There's some cokes and a jug of sweet tea in the refrigerator on the back porch. Eat up!" Richard said.
Jess handed Rory a plate and helped her balance it as she piled on a little bit of everything to try. As she was walking over to one of the picnic tables to set her plate down and get her drink, Jess came up behind her. "What do you want to drink?"
"Oh, I can get it."
"Hey, you're the guest of honor. Let me get it for you."
"Okay," Rory laughed. "I guess I'll have sweet tea."
"Great choice. I'll be back in a second."
As she was waiting for Jess to Return, Babette stopped in front of her. "Suga, you just met him and you already got him waitin' on you hand and foot. That's talent." She winked at Rory and continued on to the other table.
"You'll have to excuse Mama, she's a bit crazy sometimes," Paris said, sitting her plate down in front of Rory.
Just then Jess and Dean appeared sitting down the drinks for the girls and themselves. Dean sat next to Paris and Jess next to Rory. As they ate Rory and Jess couldn't stop laughing at Paris and Dean. One minute they were like lovesick puppies and the next they were arguing about any and everything. During one of Paris' rants about how Dean just did not appreciate the greatness of summer reading for pleasure, Rory turned towards Jess. "So you were totally right about Grandpa making the best barbeque chicken. I don't think I've ever tasted any better."
Jess smiled at her. "And this is only the first time you've had it. Trust me, it gets better every time."
"So what are your views on summer reading? Pleasureful or painful?" She asked him.
"Pleasureful. When I'm not in school, with friends, workin' on the farm or helpin' Grandmama do stuff around the house, I read."
"I read a lot too. Basically I go to school, study and read. I've been known to go out, but those occurrences are few and far between."
"I'm sorta the same. I'm not big into goin' out. Granted there ain't much to do around here, but it don't bother me too much."
Paris chose that moment to interrupt them by asking, "Rory, if you go to an all-girls school is it hard to find a boyfriend?"
Rory could feel Jess' eyes boring into her as she answered, "No. Not really. There's a guys school close by and when my friends and I go out there's always guys around. I don't really have much in common with them though. Plus, I keep myself pretty busy so I don't really have time to date right now."
"Jess is the same way," Dean spoke up. "He spends so much time with his schoolwork and working that when he gets free time he mostly just wanders off somewhere and reads. He drives girls crazy because he just keeps turnin' 'em down."
"Really?" Rory asked teasingly.
Jess looked a little embarrassed but responded with, "Well I'm sure you break a few hearts yourself there, darlin.'"
The darlin' went all through her and she wasn't sure how to respond, but luckily Emily saved her. "Who's ready for peach cobbler?"
"I know I am," Rory said, jumping up. "Let me help you."
"Oh, nonsense. You're supposed to be enjoyin' yourself. I'll get it."
"No, it's okay. I want to help."
As she followed Emily into the house, Dean smirked at Jess. "Way to run her off, buddy."
Jess responded with a swift kick to his shin, making Paris burst out laughing.
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"So I see you're gettin' along nicely with the other kids," Emily said.
"Yeah. There all really nice. I think we're going to have a lot of fun this summer."
"And I couldn't help but notice that you and Jess seem to be hittin' it off too," she said slyly.
Rory blushed. "He's really nice. He likes to read," she blurted.
"Jess is a great boy. Wendy, his grandmother, isn't in the best of health lately and he does so much for her. Whatever she need or wants, he takes care of. He's a great help around here too. He's also sharp as a tack. He's gotten straight A's his whole life. Plus any idiot can see he's a handsome devil."
Rory's blush intensified. "Yeah, yeah he is."
"You should just be glad Babette isn't yall's age or she'd put up one hell of a fight for him," Emily laughed and then sobered up a bit. "But I honestly don't think you have a thing to worry about. He hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you all night."
Rory couldn't stop thinking about what her grandmother had said as she carried out the plates of peach cobbler back to the picnic table.
"First all the great food, and now homemade peach cobbler with homemade ice cream? You sure know how to treat a guy," Jess said to Emily. "Not to mention the great company," he shifted his gaze to Rory as she sat a plate down in front of him.
"Well, Jess, Sweetie, it's my pleasure," Emily responded.
Not very long after desert was eaten Rory heard Babette break into song with Morey drumming on the table.
"Ah, nothin' like Richard's beer to bring out the inner singer in Mama," Paris laughed.
The singing continued on until the sun went down and the moon came out.
"Well, Rory, it was nice to meet you and I look forward to hangin' out with you more, but I should probably be gettin' Mama and Daddy back home soon before they sing anything else. Plus, Dean has to get home before too long," Paris said.
"Yeah, I have to work in the mornin'. And like Paris said, it was really nice to meet you and I also look forward to hangin' out more this summer," Dean said.
"It was great to meet you guys too. And whenever you want to do something, let me know."
After Paris, Dean, Babette, and Morey left, Jess helped Richard, Emily, and Rory clean up. "I should be gettin' home to check on Grandmama. It was nice to meet you Rory. I hope to hang out more soon. And thank you Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore for invitin' me. And thanks for the food for Grandmama. I know she'll love it."
"You're welcome, Jess. You know we love to have you around and not just when you're workin'. Maybe now that Rory's here you'll come around more often," Emily said.
"Yeah, maybe. I'll see you in the mornin' Mr. Gilmore."
"I'll walk you out," Rory said shyly.
She held the door open for him since his hands were full. She also opened the door to his truck for him. "It was nice meeting you too, Jess. And I hope to hang out more too."
Jess looked up after he buckled his seatbelt and smiled. "'Night, Rory."
"Goodnight, Jess."
She watched as he backed out of the driveway, waving to him again, and started back inside. Emily and Richard were sitting in their recliners watching the news. "Thanks for today, Grandma and Grandpa. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed meeting everyone. I'm really looking forward to the rest of the summer."
"We're glad, Sweetie," Richard said and Emily nodded.
"I think I'm going to go to bed. After the flight, the tour of the farm, and eating as much as I did, I'm exhausted," Rory laughed.
"Yeah, you did have quite the day. You go on to bed and let us know if you need anything. I put an extra blanket in your room just in case. It can get pretty chilly at night."
"Goodnight Grandma and Grandpa," Rory said as she hugged them both.
"Goodnight, Rory. I probably won't see you until lunch tomorrow," Richard said.
"And I'll be here whenever you wake up. Is there anything in particular you want for breakfast?" Emily asked.
"Oh no. Anything is fine with me."
"Alright then. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
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As Rory was changing into her pajamas and settling into bed, she thought back to her day. At first she wasn't sure her grandparents would like her, but they made her feel so welcome. Babette and Morey were really nice too. And she knew she would get along great with Paris and Dean seemed really nice too. She was most intrigued by Jess. She wasn't too sure what would happen between the two of them, but she certainly had her grandmother's stamp of approval. She couldn't help it though. He was the most amazing guy she'd ever met. He was smart, loved to read, eager to help out anyone, and he obviously cared a great deal about his grandmother. Plus, he was absolutely gorgeous and had a voice to die for. If today was any indication she couldn't wait for what the rest of the summer would bring.
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A/N: Thanks for reading and please review when finished.