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A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews. Now I finally get to show you my favorite chapter – yet.  Really I just like writing the banter between everyone. It's entertaining and reminds me that caffeine and sugar can be productive if ingested at the right times.

Summary: ROGAN. Everyone can see they're perfect for each other. Well everyone except for the two of them. So it's time we gave them a little push. What happens when the family starts to play matchmaker? Chapter 3


Chapter 3: What Kind of Friend?

Logan looked at the entrance way. It was quite similar to all the other homes he had attended parties to, by his parents command. The maid ushered them into the sitting room, and Logan was surprised to see three people already sitting. Logan recognized the older woman as Emily Gilmore, from multiple parties. He guessed that the other woman was related to Rory, but he didn't recognize the man who was sitting with her. He did however notice that the man looked uncomfortable in a suit.

"Mom!" Rory said, sounding annoyed. "That's my dress!"

"Yep, and those are my shoes," the woman, Logan assumed was her mother replied. "I think it's a fair trade."

"But I just called you asking for it!"

"Oh, you meant this dress?" She replied with false innocence in her voice. Logan had to stifle a chuckle, as Rory turned to glare at him.

"Who's this?" A male voice sounded from behind Logan. "Hello Rory," he said kindly before looking again at Logan.

"Hi Grandpa," Rory said smiling. "This is Logan Huntzberger, a friend from school. I'm sorry; I forgot to tell you I was bringing someone."

"Nonsense," Emily replied, smiling at Logan. "I'll get Anna to set another place. Hello Logan, it's nice to meet you. I've heard many nice things about you from your parents."

With a formal chuckle Logan gave the same reply he always did. "I've heard many nice things about you from Rory." Giving a knowing smile to Rory, she just stared at him blankly. She knew he fit in with this type of thing, she just never expected everything he said to be for show.

"Yes Logan, it's nice to meet you," the younger woman replied in a slightly mocking voice. "I'm Lorelai," she said smiling. "And this is my boyfriend Luke." The man beside her gave a grunt of acknowledgment, before shifting uneasily.

"Can I get you something to drink, Logan?" Richard asked walking over to the bar.

"Oh, what ever you're having is fine," Logan replied smiling, and taking a seat next to Rory.

"So Rory," Lorelai said through a smile, "You didn't tell me you were dating the blond boy who naps in the news office, I mean, I know you broke up with Dean, but you never told me you got together with, Logan right?"

Logan smiled "Yes, Ms. Gilmore."

"Call me Lorelai; Ms. Gilmore makes me feel old." She said pouting.

"Mom!" Rory said, raising her voice. Logan looked over completely straight faced, but with severe amounts of humor in his eyes. "We're not dating. We're friends."

"I certainly like him better than I like the last boyfriend of yours." Emily put in.

Rory; exasperated, threw her hands in the air. "You're impossible. I can not believe this."

"Rory!" Emily exclaimed. "Don't be rude. What has gotten into you?" It was all Logan could to refrain from smiling. Before Rory could reply the maid came in declaring that dinner was ready.

Logan took a seat next to Rory, with Emily on the end to his right, and Lorelai directly across from him. Richard took the other head of the table, directly across from Emily, with Luke to his left. Lorelai kept smiling at Logan, and Emily kept throwing knowing glances to Richard, who seemed to become happier as the night progressed. The only people not glowing were Rory, who kept her head buried in her hands, and Luke, who despite his discomfort seemed to be sizing Logan up. Logan himself, despite his previous notions about how the night would turn out, was having a wonderful time, watching as Rory tried to convince her family that he was, in fact not her boyfriend.

The meal was like watching a movie. Logan found himself in avid conversation with Emily and Lorelai. Richard held a polite conversation with Luke, and Rory kept poking at her food with her fork, shifting pieces of meat around but never actually eating anything.

"How's Yale?" Luke asked Rory, noticing that she wasn't having the most pleasant time.

"Pretty good," She replied, smiling slightly, knowing that Luke wasn't out to get her. "I've been working in the newsroom a lot lately. My editor Doyle, gets pretty demanding sometimes. How's the diner been?"

"Well Jess came back," Luke looked a little guilty saying this, and Rory wondered why her mother hadn't told her. Before she could say anything Luke finished off his sentence "He was here for about a week, getting caught up with everyone, and then he went back to New York."

"Oh," Rory replied, a little put out that he hadn't come to see her.

"He's taking a writing course," Luke supplied, hoping to keep a conversation going. "You must have gotten something into that kids head, because ever since he started hanging out with you, he's taken more of an interest in his education."

"He didn't go to university?" Rory asked, wondering if she was asking too much.

"Oh, yea he did. He's at a small college in California, but he's got a semester off and is staying in New York with his mom."

"Wow," Rory said, surprised, that the boy who never even attended class, got into college and is actually attending.

Before Rory could continue however, she was pulled directly out of thought when she heard her mother ask Logan, "How long have you been sleeping with my daughter."

"Lorelai," Emily responded as Logan almost choked on his lamb, and Rory dropped her fork. "That is hardly an appropriate question." Luke looked at Lorelai in disbelief.

"What?" Lorelai asked in response to Luke's questioning glare. "Everyone was thinking is, I just asked it."

"Yes, Lorelai, you mother is right. That is hardly an appropriate question. Apologize, you're embarrassing us." Turning to Logan Richard continued. "Please excuse her, Logan, she's not herself."

"He's right Logan," Lorelai replied, broad smile on her face. "I'm never like this." She said sarcastically.

"We're just friends." Rory said through clenched teeth.

"Well what kind of friends?"

"Lorelai that is enough! Can't you see the girl is embarrassed? Maybe they are, just, friends" she said skeptically. Rory was happy for her support, however doubtful the words sounded leaving her grandmother mouth; but the smile still playing on her lips made Rory wonder what her grandmother was thinking.

As everyone rose, Rory quickly ran to grab her coat. Logan making to follow was caught by a strong arm, and lead to a corner. "Look," Luke said. "I'm not her father, but if you hurt her, I'll kill you."

"Sir, we're just friends."

"Sure, I know that. But I'm just letting you know. I've watched that girl grow up. I've seen her go through heart break after heart break. One of which was my nephew. Don't hurt her."

"I have no intention to hurt her, sir. In fact," he added as an after thought. "It was Rory who sat on me."

Luke just grunted, as Logan walked off to find Rory. She was waiting at the door, and as he approached she held out his coat impatiently. Grinning at her Logan leaned in towards her and whispered "What a delightful evening."

"Well Logan, thank you for coming. It was wonderful to meet you" Emily said smiling at him.

"The food was amazing Mrs. Gilmore, and I am sorry for coming uninvited."

"Oh don't be silly. We would love for you to join us next Friday."

Before Rory could answer, Logan said, "I would be delighted. Thank you again," and steering a stuttering Rory out of the house, and towards her car. They drove in silence, well almost. Logan was chuckling under his breath, and Rory was fuming in anger.

"Why did you say yes?" Rory asked, clearly upset.

"What, Ace? Don't enjoy my company?"

Rolling her eyes, Rory continued the drive out of Hartford. Pulling into Yale, Rory got out of the car, and slammed the door. Storming off she started to mumble under her breath. Logan had to run to catch up.

"Whoa, Ace. What's the rush?"

"Look," Rory said, deciding that she should really be honest. "The reason I invited you was because every Friday night, when I have dinner with my grandparents, my mother always sits beside Luke. We don't talk because she's talking with Luke. Then my grandparents decided to talk about all the nice Yale parents, and their proper Yale sons. Sometimes they even invite one of them, hoping to give me a little push into a relationship. When I sat on you, I was thinking about how horrible the night was going to be. Then I realized that if I brought you then my grandparents would refrain from talking about my love life, and I would be able to eat my meal without trying to ignore them."

"So, the reason you invited me was because you didn't want your grandparents to talk about your love life."

Before he could continue Rory interrupted him. "If you say one word about the Irony of this, Logan, I swear –"

"Now, now, Ace. All I was going to say was, that it is really unfortunate that you're grandparents are so concerned about you life, and how they care that your happy."

"You're not helping." Rory supplied, wondering why now, she had gotten so upset with everyone believing Logan and she were dating.

"Oh but I did Ace. See now you have a date to your next Friday night dinner." Logan replied taking her arm and walking her back to her dorm.


Logan walked into the dorm party, after walking Rory to her dorm. The floor party was still running, as the dinner with Rory and her grandparents had only taken a few hours. Grabbing a beer, Logan started to wonder the floor, looking for Finn.

"Hey," cooed a voice from behind Logan. Turning around Logan found himself looking at a red-head. He vaguely remembered her from another party, but couldn't quite remember her name.

"Hey," Logan replied, his mind on other things. He didn't pay attention as her arm snaked around his waste, because he had just spotted Finn with a blond leaving the room. "You know what," Logan asked her disentangling himself from her. "I just saw a friend of mine, and I've really got to talk to him." Giving her a quick peck on the cheek, he said "Let's continue this another time." Before she could answer, Logan was weaving his way through bodies rapidly, trying to catch up to Finn.

"Finn!" Logan called dogging people as he stumbled down the hall.

Finn turned around, whispered something in the blonds ear. Logan watched as she giggled and sauntered off. "What's up?" Finn asked, watching as the blond disappeared around the corner. "How was dinner with, reporter girl?"

"Well, I met her family." Logan stated, and watched as Finn's face broke into an unbelieving grin.

"Man, you work fast."

Logan broke into laughter. "No man, dinner was at her grandparents."

"Really?" asked Finn, equally as confused as Logan. "So are you dating now?"

"No," Logan replied, getting worried that he would need to repeat his lecture about just being friends; because now they were friends, not just acquaintances. "We're just friends. Anyways, it was hilarious, in the middle of dinner; her mom broke out and asked how long I had been sleeping with her daughter."

"Her mom asked you that?" Finn said in disbelief.

"Yea," Logan replied laughing as the memory replayed in his head. "Rory dropped her fork, and I ended up choking on my lamb."

Finn burst out laughing. "How did her grandparents take it?"

"Her grandfather said her mother wasn't usually like that, and Emily got embarrassed and almost broke out into a lecture in the middle of dinner."

"Wait, Emily? Like Emily Gilmore?" Finn asked, suddenly making a connection in his head.

"Yep," Logan replied, knowing that Finn had just realized who the 'reporter girl' was.

"So that would make reporter girls mom, Lorelai, and her grandfather Richard Gilmore." Finn stated, finally understanding. "So you had dinner with Richard Gilmore, and the only topic discussed was your relationship with reporter girl."

"Her name is Rory," Logan said, suddenly getting annoyed with Finn's constant reference to her as 'reporter girl'.

"Right, sure." Finn said not really paying any attention. "What did your parents say? They're really good friends with the Gilmore's."

"I haven't talked to them." Logan admitted.


Hearing a knock on her door, Rory stumbled out of her room, and stomped towards the door. She was still upset about the dinner with her grandparents, and was regretting even more now, bringing Logan along. Opening the door Rory didn't see anyone. Looking down she saw a piece of paper with some writing on it.

Hey Ace,
I had a great time tonight, minus the irony.
Don't forget – you owe me a coffee date.
Logan

Sighing, Rory walked back into her dorm, turned off the lights, and collapsed into her bed, knowing very well that tomorrow she would have to face Logan, and most certainly a phone call from her mother.


A/N: I'll update soon… I go back to school the day after tomorrow; and on Saturday I leave for an exchange, so I might be slower to update… primary reason is that I don't have a laptop to type like mad on, so everything will be written by hand before being uploaded here… and beyond that, German keyboards switch around the letters… so fair warning! Future chapters might have typing mistakes involving the lettersy and z. Please Review!!