Title: Debutante
Author: Lady Eliza
Characters: All Characters
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Rory is in her sophomore year at Chilton and she is also coming out into society like a proper young lady. But there's a hitch, her boyfriend Dean and good friend Jess are not approved to be escorts. Her grandmother brings in a replacement, one Logan Huntzberger to the rescue. Her very own Knight in Shining Armour.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters.
AN1: This story takes place in the second season with just a few minor adjustments. Basically, the coming out ball is going to be the main part of this fic. After the coming out party I'm going to skip from season 2 to season 5 'Written in the Stars' episode. That will probably be a different fic, which of course will continue from the end of this fic. Hope that wasn't too confusing (lol).
AN2: This fic is AU even though some parts might go along with the show the majority of the fic is a game of 'what if' by me, the author. I've been writing this story more so than 'Grown Up' but I'm still writing that fic so don't worry I'll get around to posting a new chappie soon. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, let me know what you think.
-GG-
"Mom, would you stop fussing already," said Lorelai.
Lorelai, Rory, Emily, and Richard were seated in Gilmore's parlour awaiting their guests for the evening. Or more specifically Lorelai and Richard were seated; Emily was moving Rory to different chairs so that she would be presented at her best angle when her young escort walked into the room.
"Yes Emily, I quite agree with Lorelai. Leave the poor girl alone," said an exasperated Richard.
Emily could only roll her eyes while she adjusted Rory's hairs so that it would flow down her back instead of just sitting there. "I don't see why trying to find the best position that would suit Rory is a crime," came the haughty reply.
"Your making her pose, Emily. It's unnatural and if that boy can't see her for the lovely young woman that she is I think he might be an idiot," said Richard.
"Go Dad!" cheered Lorelai.
Emily didn't get a chance to reprimand her daughter because just then the doorbell rang. She hurried to greet her guests; Lorelai's remark completely forgotten.
"Ha ha, saved by the bell," giggled Lorelai then took a healthy swallow of her vodka and tonic concoction.
Rory could only shake her head at her mother's antics. She stood up when a good-looking couple came in with Emily. She couldn't remember what she said to them, but it must've been something amusing because the man burst into laughter. Her grandmother turned to talk to the blond boy who had walked into the room behind his parents.
Rory couldn't take her eyes off the blond. He sure was a lovely example of the male species. She knew that sounded shallow, but god help her, the boy was just scrumptious. She knew that she had a boyfriend, but there was no crime in looking. The only name that caught her attention was 'Mitchum Huntzberger'
"Wow, the newspaper man?" asked Rory without thinking.
Mitchum chuckled, "Yes I do own several newspapers."
Logan Huntzberger was bored out of his mind. He hadn't wanted to come to this little gathering since he had better things to do, but his mother had gotten him an escort job with her dear friend Emily's granddaughter. He perused the girl in question in a discreet manner and had to admit that she was beautiful, but he'd had his fill of girls like her. He was a cynic when it came to girls with prominent last names; they had one goal in life and that was to marry well and give birth to future heirs.
Logan went to Choate Academy, where his father had to put down a hefty sum of money to get his son enrolled. He didn't much care for what his family wanted, but he was a Huntzberger by birth and it was his duty to follow in his father's footsteps, whether he liked it or not was not part of the equation.
Huh? This was a puzzling turn of events. His little debutante was paying more attention to his father than she was to him. Most girls her age would be fawning over Logan not listening to his father go on and on about his illustrious journalistic career. Logan hated his father. They had nothing in common and the only time they talked to one another was when his father was telling Logan what to do. There relationship was nonexistent.
He looked around the room to find another pair of blue eyes studying him. She was a young and beautiful woman who Logan knew was the black of sheep of the Gilmore clan: Lorelai. She fascinated him. She was everything he aspired to be, except the getting pregnant thing since he lacked the equipment and wouldn't dare get any girl pregnant for fear of the wrath of his grandfather Elias.
"So Logan, where do plan to go to college," asked Lorelai who had pinned down the type of guy that young Mr. Huntzberger was the minute he'd entered the room.
"Why, Yale of course," came Logan's sarcastic quip.
"Yale, that's interesting. Is there a specific reason that you want to go there?" asked Lorelai.
"Huntzbergers before me have gone there, therefore I shall go there," Logan said in a bored voice. "I'm sure Rory's choice of college will be Yale as well. She is a Gilmore after all."
There was an awkward silence for a minute after that comment was made. Logan had no idea what he'd said to get such blank stares from everyone in the room. He turned his attention to Rory and she just looked at him in a pitying manner.
"I'm not going to Yale. I'm going to Harvard," said Rory finding it quite funny that Logan thought he had her pinned down in one category.
"Oh, well…I didn't know that," said Logan.
Mitchum Huntzberger would've loved to smirk when he saw his son, playboy extraordinaire, be put in his place by young Miss Rory Gilmore. Logan had a chip on his shoulder the size of Texas and he believed he knew everything that the world had to offer. Poor boy, didn't realize there was so much he needed to learn.
Shira Huntzberger covered up her smile by taking a dainty sip of her vodka martini. It wasn't everyday her Logan stumbled in a conversation with a beautiful young lady. She was enjoying herself immensely.
"Next time I think you should ask me where I'm going to college instead of assuming my destination by my family name," said Rory with a pointed glare at Logan.
Logan was so at a loss for a response since Rory had just neatly put him in his place. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember the last time he had been reprimanded for making assumptions such as the ones he'd jumped to. So Rory Gilmore had one-upped him. He'd get her back next time. After all verbal spars were his specialty.
"What would you like to major in? English? Art History? World History?" asked Logan suavely.
"No. Journalism," said Rory quirking her eyebrows in challenge to Logan.
"Journalism…you want to be a Journalist?" asked a dumbstruck Logan.
"Do you have something against women female journalists?" asked Rory heatedly.
"On no…ma'am," said Logan before he even realized the words he'd uttered.
"Please don't call me ma'am, after all I'm younger than you,' said Rory rather primly. Logan could do nothing but nod his head.
Mitchum looked at Richard Gilmore and the two men burst out laughing. Emily and Shira had pleased looks on their faces. Lorelai was too proud of her daughter for standing up to Casanova Huntzberger.
"I'll be damned, she sure is a Gilmore," said Mitchum in between fits of laughter.
"Rory has the trait of the Gilmores that's for sure," said Richard proudly.
"Father, I don't think it's that funny," said an embarrassed Logan.
"I don't think I've ever seen you lose your suave attitude. It's good to be put in your place once in a while darling; it builds character," cooed Shira.
Lorelai could only roll her eyes at Shira Huntzberger's reply. The woman probably had no idea what it felt like to be put in her place. Yet she wanted her son to be reprimanded. She would never understand women like Shira in her entire life.
"I think we've embarrassed Logan enough. Let's talk about the Debutante ball," said Lorelai.
Logan gave her a grateful look. He didn't know how such a slip of a girl could make him feel inferior. Rory Gilmore would not get the best of him.
"Not yet Lorelai, we're still waiting on more guests," said Emily.
"Who are these other guests?" asked Lorelai, her curiosity was peaked.
"You'll see," came Emily's cryptic reply.
"Why can't you te-," but before Lorelai could vent her frustration at her mother for keeping her in the dark, the doorbell rang. "Damn that doorbell."
"You loved the doorbell not a half hour ago," came the remark from Rory.
"Hush you," chided Lorelai.
Rory was looking at her mother so she didn't see who had walked into the parlour, but Lorelai did and she didn't particularly like the sudden turn of events.
"What are they doing here?" asked Lorelai vehemently.
"Lorelai, don't be rude," said Richard who had gotten up to greet their visitors.
"Mitchum, Shira, and Logan Huntzberger I'd like you to meet Straub and Francine Hayden, Rory's other grandparents," said Emily.
Pleasantries were exchanged and Logan could only watch in awe, as the girl he had thought was conceived by Lorelai and a servant was actually more blue-blooded than he was. Shira Huntzberger might act like she was old money, but she was in fact the daughter of a man who was a potato farmer up in Iowa. She had come up in the world when she'd married Mitchum, but certain society matrons would always think of her as Shira Mitchell, they didn't accept her.
"How are you Rory?" asked Straub.
"I'm doing well grandfather," said Rory.
"How is school?" asked Francine.
"I like it very much. How are the two of you?" asked Rory sweet naturedly.
"I'm glad you're doing well in school. Your Grandmother and are enjoying our vacation on the island," said Straub.
"So are the rumours true? Your running for the open senate seat?" asked Rory.
Straub chuckled. Lorelai could only roll her eyes. Rory might be able to forgive and forget, but Lorelai had a long memory and she wasn't about to forget all that the Hayden's had put them through. She couldn't fault them on their devotion to Rory presently, but old wounds didn't heal easily, at least not for her.
"My granddaughter is a sharp arrow," said Straub.
"That she is Mr. Hayden," said Mitchum.
"I think we should discuss the Ball now," said Francine.
"Oh yes," said Emily.
"Rory, do you approve of young Mr. Huntzberger as your escort?" asked Richard.
"I suppose so," said Rory.
"Jeez, show a little enthusiasm why don't you," came Logan's sarcastic remark.
"Logan Leveret Huntzberger where are your manners?" yelled Shira.
"Quite alright," said an amused Straub.
"The two of you are going to be the hit of the ball," said Emily.
"I can't wait to see how our Rory's going to look coming down on Christopher's arms," gushed Francine.
"So let's think about all the things that Logan and Rory have to do before the big day: dancing, learning how to curtsey, dress and tuxedo fittings…"
-GG-
"Why do I have to do all those things?" asked Rory.
"Hey, you're the one who was so eager to be presented to society," said Lorelai.
The girls were at home relaxing after the family dinner. They had sat and listened to Shira, Emily, and Francine go over every single detail for the Debutante Ball. Logan had left halfway through the session announcing, to the room at large, that he had a date. Shira and Mitchum ever so upset.
So, till further ado Logan and Rory were supposed to meet on certain days to get her dress and his tux fitted. She was also going to learn how to waltz from Miss Patty. She hoped Dean would help her out since Logan had left and his mother and father were otherwise occupied to let her know if he would be present.
Rory had been caught up in excitement of the day that she totally forgot that her great-Gran was going to be coming to Hartford the next day. She was meeting the Gilmore Matriarch on Monday for tea. There was so much to do before the ball and Rory hoped she would be able to do everything without going crazy.
Edit: December 31st, 2007
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