A/N: This chapter may get a little cough, cough touchy feely later on

A/N: This chapter may get a little cough, cough touchy feely later on. Thus, if any of you feel that I should switch from 'T' to 'M' just let me know...I noticed in first two chapters tabs didn't appear, so hopefully they'll work in this one. Oh, and brilliant question by the way, MaryBBlove23, which will be answered in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Ha. I wish.

Rory had no idea what to do. Not only was she trying to deal with the fact that her boyfriend had been keeping a huge secret from her and seriously thinking about staying on the single side of the marriage line, but Finn was...

Finn was crying.

Not bawling, of course, he had only shed a maximum of three tears during his...story. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, making them disappear as quickly as they had come, "Sorry, love," he apologized, "that was uncalled for."

"Finn, you don't have to be so...guarded, you know," Rory said softly as she laid her hand on his knee in an act of comfort.

"Yeah," he said, "yeah, I do."

"It's okay to...to, um, let things out once in a while."

Finn closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again before saying, "Four years ago when I saw the casket go into the ground I told myself that there'd be no more pansy ass feelings any more. So that's what happened. That's what I did. I was the new constantly happy, constantly drunk Finn. He's the carefree one who's only here because his 'rents are so loaded that dollar bills are spilling out of their ears."

Rory had a desperate itch to change the subject because she felt extraordinarily uncomfortable, "I—" she started to say then stopped, feeling her comment to be slightly uncalled for, but then changed her mind, "I don't understand."

Finn gave her a look of disbelief which turned quickly to a look of outrage before he jumped off the couch, "Of course you don't fucking understand, Rory! Nobody 'understands'!" he yelled, "The only people who know about her outside of my family are Logan and yourself. That's it! What really gets me is the fact that I even told you in the first place!" His face was a dangerous shade of red, so much that Rory got up and stepped a few paces back feeling it best to have a solid object between them. It didn't take very long for her to get pissed off herself.

"I didn't mea--!"

"That hurt," he kept his voice raised as he pointed stiffly towards himself, "Do you know that? I just spill my heart out to you for Christ knows what reason and in the end you don't even bloody understand?!"

"Finn!" she yelled back, getting frustrated, "Let me expl—"

He just interrupted her again, but this time in a much lower and quieter tone that had an edge of roughness. A sort of edge that made Rory fifty times more frightened than before. He was breathing hard when he said in that cold way, "You know what? I'm just going to let you marry his dumb ass. You're asking to get hurt, Gilmore. That's why you," he put a break in his sentence to point at her, "coaxed him into commitment in the first place. You wanted to change him, Rory, because you thought you coul—"

"Please!" she cried, "please, Finn, stop! That's not what I meant at all!"

Rory would swear on JFK's grave that she saw his jaw drop, "What?"

"That's not what I meant," she replied, feeling the need to repeat herself.

"Then please enlighten me," he said, throwing his hands up in the air, "as to what you did mean."

"I understand about your sister and what it's like to have someone you love slip through your fingers," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she took a hesitant step towards Finn, "but what I don't understand is why you and Logan are friends. After everything."

Finn opened his mouth and then promptly closed it as if he wanted to say something and then forgot what it was, "Just a moment," he said and put his hand up as if to signal Rory to stay where she was even thought he knew damn straight that she wasn't going anywhere. She was a reporter at heart. Reporters didn't go anywhere when they had a good story looking them in the face, personal or not.

Rory stayed rooted on the spot until Finn came back with a dusty Nike shoebox in his hand "Are you trying to sell me shoes?" she asked in a vain attempt to ease the tension.

Finn shook his head, "This...this is a box."

"Congratulations..."

"A very important box."

"Prove it."

Finn smiled, "But I'm not going to show it to you until you make a decision about you marriage."

"How is that fair?"

"It isn't fair in the slightest."

"You are a cruel, cruel being."

Finn chuckled and put the box under his arm, "When Logan and Cass were in the peak of their relationship, he and I became the best of friends," he said, calming down a great degree as he met her halfway, placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her back to the couch so she could sit back down. He took a seat next to her, placed the Nike box on the coffee table and ignored magazines and continued, "nothing he could have possibly done could have wrecked the friendship we had. We were the two kids who blew up mailboxes on the street corners because we had nothing better to do...the kids who were featured everyday in eleven o'clock evening news as the 'two teenage hooligans' who broke into the convenience store only to rearrange everything in the opposite order. We were best friends, love."

"He destroyed your sister..."

"That he did. Granted, I didn't speak to him for months because I thought of him as a pompous ass, but there was no way of erasing what had already been built."

Capote was still playing on the television and was only a few minutes from being over when Rory said, "I don't know what to do."

Finn just smiled as he re-gained interest in his Pepsi, "I gave you the pieces to puzzle, Reporter Girl, all you need to do is put them together."

"You never told me there were a hundred billion of them," Rory grumbled as the credits to the movie appeared on the screen.

"Well," Finn said softly as he leaned forward to brush a stay lock of hair out of her eyes where upon the gnawing feeling in his gut drove him to cup her chin, "in that case I'll help you put together the border."

"Finn, I—" she breathed, but was stopped when his lips brushed hers. It was soft, sweet, quick and meant as something for Rory to ponder while deciding if she was going to marry her cheater of a boyfriend or not. However, one cannot ponder life changing information without a reliable percentage details to base said information on.

When Rory saw Finn pull away and direct his attention back to the scrolling television, "Don't..." she whispered, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling him back towards her to kiss him for real, so she could shut up the little voice in the back of her head.

His reaction was instant, she could tell, because of the way his pulse jumped in his neck when she laid her hands on his chest which then wandered to his back to quench the need of feel. His own hand was at the back of her head, the fingers tangling themselves in her hair while the other was right above her knee, moving its way up. She leaned back into the cushions of the couch and adjusted her position so he could kiss more deeply, which the one and only thing her body was craving.

He tasted like the soda he was drinking earlier which succeeded in flinging her hormones into overdrive and causing her to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Unsuccessful in being calm and collected, Rory just used the strength she was born with to rip open the rudely offending piece of clothing, sending buttons scattering all over the wood floor, 'How undeniably smooth,' she thought numbly to herself. She could no longer think criticizing comments to herself because his tongue slid past hers and he accidentally bit her lip.

"Sorry, love," he grunted and went on with what he was doing. Their legs were intertwined in a vine-like fashion while Rory felt the heat emanating from him in an extraordinary amount. No longer about to deny human nature, she let a sigh as he kissed down to the hollow of her neck until he reached the edge of her shirt.

"Off," was the only thing she could say, which Finn was more than happy to oblige to. The shirt landed on top of the T.V, blocking Gracie Hart's view of the scene going on before them. He was busy with the hooks of her bra while Rory used an astonishing amount of force to undo his belt. She inwardly winced at her unintentional brutality, but inwardly cringed when she finally heard her cell phone ringing. It was in the last few notes of Billy Joel's "Big Shot" when her fogged mind noticed, "Phone!" she heard herself cry, shoving Finn off her and practically diving across the coffee table to retrieve the item.

"Don't answer it!"

"I have to!" Rory countered, pressing the little green button without bothering to check the caller ID, "Hello?"

That was a mistake.

"Hey, Ace, thought I'd check up on my girl," a voice said, full of cheer and...unknowing obliviousness.

"L-Logan?" Rory stuttered, seeing a look of complete disappointment of himself on Finn's face.

A/N: I've come to a realization that this chap may be a little more than choppy, but there's no way in hell I'm going to do it all over again. My eyeballs feel like they're going to roll right out of my skull. Anywho, hope this did something to all ya'll and your reviewing minds.