I know that in the show Christopher was supposed to go to Princeton and that Strobe Hayden wasn't a judge, but in the story, he is. I guess the story is a little bit AU. Thanks for all the reviews!

Logan and Rory were the last ones in the limo on the way back to Yale after his party. He could tell she was brooding about something. He could tell she was still a little shaken up; she had tried to avoid the subject once they met up with their friends. It still amazed him that she was a Hayden.

"When did you meet him at sixteen?"

His voice brought her out of the trance she was in.

"Dinner. My dad was back in town and my grandmother found out; can't keep anything from Emily Gilmore. She invited the Haydens and we were all in the room for about five minutes before I was asked to leave." She looked at him, "I could still hear them from the kitchen. I believe the words out of his mouth were 'You had that baby and ruined his future.'

Logan put his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. After about five minutes, her head shot up.

"I don't know what to call them."

"Huh?"

"The Haydens; I don't know what to call the. I asked my Mom and she said to try to avoid calling them anything. Where do they live? I mean, I know they don't live in Hartford but-."

"Ace, calm down, everything will be fine."

He pulled her closer to him and they just sat there, with her in his arms.

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It only took one night for the fact that Rory Gilmore was also a Hayden to spread across the society set. It kind of surprised her that no one knew, it wasn't exactly a secret. When she woke up on Friday morning, she had five messages on her cell phone.

One was from Shira, requesting they had tea, the second was from her mother, the third was from Emily, demanding to know if it was true she was having dinner with Strobe and Francine, the fourth was from Logan, making sure she was okay, and the fifth was from Honor, warning her that her mother would be calling her.

After getting ready for the day, she made her way to the coffee kiosk by the library; Logan was there. She ordered her coffee from Joe, who she was on a first name basis with, and joined Logan, Colin, and Finn.

"Hello boys."

"Hey Ace." Logan kissed her hello.

"It's too bloody early for that." Said a groggy Finn

"Bad hangover Finn?"

"Yes."

She turned to Logan.

"I got a call from your mother this morning."

Logan nearly spit out his coffee all over Colin.

"Watch it!" Cried Colin

"Stop yelling!" Complained Finn

"My mother?"

"Yes, she wanted to have tea." Rory replied in mock seriousness

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, it was a message."

Logan smiled at her. They said goodbye to Colin and Finn and started walking toward her dorm.

"Do you have any classes today?" he inquired

"Nope, I was planning on catching up with all my work. Also, since midterms are coming up I-"

"Ace, you need to relax."

"Why?"

"Because of last night," she looked at her feet, "and because you study way too much."

Before she could respond, her cell phone started to go off.

"Hello?"

"Hello." it was Francine Hayden, "I would just like to go over the details of tomorrow night's dinner."

"Oh, okay."

"Does seven o'clock at the Hartford Country Club work for you?"

"Yes that's fine." She had no emotion in her voice

"Alright, see you then. Bye."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone.

"Was that them?"

"Yes. I have to go to the 'Hartford Country Club'."

"Sounds like fun."

"It's right up there with having tea with your mother."

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Rory hadn't called any of the people who had left messages on her phone, except for Honor. She hadn't called Shira because she didn't like the women, she didn't call her mother because she was going to see her at dinner that night and didn't feel like explaining the whole situation to her, same with Emily.

After getting coffee with Logan, she had, after much protest from Logan, studied for her midterms and got some work don on the paper. Rory didn't really feel up to Friday night dinner, not that she ever did. She arrived on time joined her mother in the living room, where she was grilled by her grandmother about the happenings at Logan's birthday.

"Rory, come in sit down."

"Hi grandma, Mom."

"Hey kid, how was Limo boy's birthday party?"

"Yes, how was Logan's party, did you meet anyone there?" asked Emily

"Yes grandma."

"Really, who?" She asked in the tone that let her know Emily knew all to well who Rory had come in counter with.

"The Hayden's"

Lorelai choke on her martini.

"What?"

"I ran into Strobe while Mitchum was introducing him to Logan and he asked me if I would have dinner with him and Francine tomorrow night."

"And you're just telling me this now?"

"Sorry, I just didn't want to explain it a thousand times."

"What did you say?" interjected Emily

"I accepted. I'm meeting them at the Club tomorrow for dinner."

Lorelai was less then pleased. She didn't like the idea of her daughter going to dinner with the Hayden's, especially after what happened last time.

"You don't have to do this." She told her daughter

"Of course she does, she accepted; she can't just call them the night before and cancel. It's rude"

"Yes, and they have been following the rules of Miss Manners all these years."

"Lorelai, she accepted the invitation to dinner on her own."

"Are you sure you want to go?" she asked

"I don't want to, but I need to."

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Lorelai had finally accepted that she was going on her own will and dropped the subject. Richard was out of town and the three girls ate peacefully, well, as peaceful as any Friday Night Dinner has ever been. After dinner, as Rory was driving towards Yale, she called Logan.

"Out of dinner yet Ace?"

"I'm driving back to Yale now."

"Why don't you meet us at the pub? Everyone's here, even Paris."

"Paris? What's she doing there?"

"She and Stephanie have a class together so they were at the pub studying and we joined them."

"I'll be there in about ten minutes."

When Rory got to the pub she spotted her friends at table in the back.

"Hello reporter girl."

"Hi Finn"

"So, how was dinner Ace?"

Before she could answer, Paris interrupted.

"I don't get it, why don't you yell at him when he calls you something other them Rory?"

"Because his nickname doesn't have any sexual implications and isn't being said by the spawn of Satan."

"The male population of Chilton wasn't the spawn on Satan."

"Only Tristan called me Mary."

"Rory, all the guys in Chilton called you Mary."

"They did not!"

"Yes they did." Paris said matter-of-factly

"You were the Mary of Chilton?" asked Colin

"How do you know about that?" Rory asked

"DuGrey always had a big mouth." Retorted Logan

After a few more minutes of making fun of Rory and Finn almost getting himself killed because of hitting on a redhead with a body-builder boyfriend, the group decided to call it a night.

"Come on Ace, I'll walk you home."

"I can just walk home with Paris."

"That would be a little hard, considering she went to Doyle's"

"She hate's Doyle's, she describes it as a third world country."

Once getting to her dorm, Logan followed her in.

"Well, I'm home."

"Yes you are."

He took a step closer

"I'm safe, the doors are locked, and no one can come in unless they have a key."

"And my plan is working."

He kissed her. It was anything but platonic; she deepened it by opening her mouth and he started leading her to the bedroom, making her forget about then next night's dinner.

Rory and Logan were woken up by the shrill ring of her cell phone. She rolled off Logan and stuffed her head under a pillow, trying to block out the offending noise. Still half asleep, she murmured to Logan to please answer it.

"Hello?"

"Mom?" she sat up straight.

"Sure, you can talk to Rory."

Logan, with an expression on his face suggesting he was trying to hold in a laugh, handed Rory her phone.

"Mrs. Huntzberger, how are you?"

"Please dear, call me Shira. I am fine, how are you?"

"I'm well." She shot Logan a dirty look

"That's nice. I was wondering if you would like to join Honor and I for tea next Saturday."

"Oh . . . um . . ."

"Great, three o'clock. I'll see you then!" and she hung up.

Rory fell back down on the bed and Logan put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

"I'm having tea with your mother and your sister next Saturday."

"Really." He laughed, kissing the top of her head.

"I hate the Country Club. Last time I was there I played gold with my grandfather."

"You play golf?" he asked, somewhat amused.

"No. I had to pick a sport for Chilton and my grandmother suggested I join my grandfather for a 'Saturday at the Club'. I had to wear a hat. I need coffee."

"Well, then we need to get up."

"I don't want to get up."

"Then no coffee."

"Mean!"

Weird place to end it, I know. Thanks again for all the reviews! Next time: the infamous dinner.