A/N: Okay, so this is baaad… Right now, I should be writing a history paper, but I have no clue where to start… Instead I seem to be inspired as hell for writing this story… Like I said not good… Well, not good for me anyway…

And for the rewievers:

Evelyn: My first threat, I'm so proud… I think… I guess you will like the fact that I'm unable to write my paper… You devil-woman ;-)

Wickedshizit: Thank you, and believe me I had fun… A party in my brother's dorm is always fun… As for Guns N' Roses there was no leaving them out, my boyfriend was listening to them as I wrote the chapter, it forced itself in there… And it seemed like Lorelai…

Bethany Inc: NO MEAT! I could never live without meat… I mean of course I feel bad for the little bunny-rabbit, but when it gets near me, it's already dead… And then, I would have to live with my hangovers… Bad, bad hangovers… Then again, maybe I won't eat bunny-rabbits… only cow!

just hidden: I'm not certain that Lorelai is going to get completely filled in, I sort of take bits and pieces from every day. But I won't tell you every little detail, because then I'd never finish… So Rory has probably already told her everything by now…

For citygrl, frackandbonechick, bonny, cheri, gottalovethegilmores, Irish-Chick13, roxygrl694, spinaround, rockrose, finnlover, and Toniboo: Thank you, you rule…!

Four Calling Birds

It had been hard for her to convince Finn to let her go last night, but Rory made him. She had to go to her grandparents Christmas shindig, and since her mom wasn't home that was a tradition she couldn't be convinced to blow of. And anyway, her grandparents weren't the kind of people who let anybody blow them of. That had made him scowl, and he had told her that he was also invited, but had intended not to come. She had laughed, and of cause, they had made plans to go together. Currently she was getting ready, while thinking back to the night before with a smile. She was standing in front of her mirror wearing nothing but her underwear, applying her eyeliner, when someone knocked on her door. Annoyed at the interruption she threw on her flannel pajamas shirt, and stomped out to open the door.

"Hi Rory"

Just the sound of his voice threw her of completely, she hadn't heard it in years, and hasn't expected to hear it again anytime soon. Forgetting about her state of undress, she opened the door completely, and just starred at him. He seemed taller than the last time she saw him, but she decided that it was just because he held his head higher, and because he looked more grown up. Apparently standing at the end of her stare wasn't the most comfortable thing on earth, and looking more and more uneasy, he started to shuffle his feet. She tried to figure out what to say, but nothing came to mind, so she just kept staring.

"Rory, would you please say something?" he begged her.

She wasn't about to have one of those conversations, one of those you have with people you never really knew, when you meet them years later. The Hi…, how are you? I'm fine, how about you? conversations. She despised those with a fiery passion. Yet as she opened her mouth, she knew which words were on their way out.

"Hi Jess, how are you?" she made a mental note to banish those words from her internal dictionary.

He frowned, he knew her well enough to know that those words were not the start of what she would consider a pleasant conversation.

"So, this was not exactly how I wanted this to go" he ran his hand through his already messy hair.

"Maybe you shouldn't have shown up Holden," she said in an exhausted voice.

"As in Caulfield?" he asked, and she nodded. "Why?"

"You always were to smart for your own good"

She sighed, and stepped aside so he could enter her room. After closing the door behind him, she walked back to the mirror, and left him standing ill at ease in the middle of the common room. Continuing to apply her makeup proved to be a difficult task, with her suddenly very shaky hands.

"So, what did come here for?" she half-shouted.

"You've certainly learned not to sugarcoat things anymore huh?"

She was surprised to hear his voice coming from the door to the toilet where she was standing. She looked over and saw him leaning on the frame of the door, with his well-known smirk back in place. As his eyes ran over her, she remembered that she wasn't dressed, and she frowned. She walked past him to her bed where her dress laid waiting for her, and quickly shrugged of the pajamas shirt, and allowed the smooth, layered chiffon to glide down over her body. When she turned back to him, she noticed the short glimmer of an appraising look that he was trying to hide. She was weirdly annoyed by this, and started to wish that she hadn't invited him in.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Christmas party at my grandparents house" she didn't know why she told him, and when she saw his frown she wished she hadn't.

"You've certainly changed!" he didn't sound approving.

"So have you…" she shot back "You were always self-centered, but not showing up to your uncles wedding? That's just low"

He held his hands up in a surrendering gesture, and the air that had left her aggravated before, seemed to just puff out of her and leave her only slightly annoyed.

"Since you didn't seem to hear me before…," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice "what did you come here for?"

"I just wanted to give you this" he handed her a small package.

She took it, and under the paper, she felt the hard corners of a small book. With a minutes hesitation she put the book down on her bed.

"What's that for?" she glanced at him with a confused look.

He smiled.

"Let's call it a Christmas present" he looked at the book "Aren't you gonna open it?"

Another knock on the door saved her from answering, and she looked at Jess with a glance down at her still unzipped dress.

"Would you get that please?"

She had forgotten about her date with Finn, when she saw Jess outside her door, and didn't even think that it might be him. She just continued getting dressed, when Jess left the room. She didn't remember until she heard a surprised noise from the common room. She saw her own surprised look in the mirror, and cursed internally at her stupidity. But what could he expect? He'd been gone for years. She snarled at her own face in the mirror, and went out into the common room. Finn was still standing outside the door, and he was wearing as annoyed look. As soon as he saw her, he turned his full attention to her.

"Hi Kitten, could you tell your guard dog here that you really know me? He won't let me in"

Sending her an astonished look, Jess opened the door enough for Finn to enter the room. Finn walked over to her while he gave her a good, hard look. When he reached her, he gave her a kiss on her temple, and snaked an arm around her waist. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Damn Kitten, you look bloody amazing."

He looked her over again with an intense expression on his face, and rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck where he could smell her. The sent of vanilla and coffee that always covered her skin was as a strong aphrodisiac to him. It made his whole body tremble, and he tried hard not to let the strange guy who opened her door see it. She did look gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful dress, made of several layers of chiffon that just reached her knees. It was dark brown, and had satin along the top edges, and satin straps. It was in 20'ties style with a satin belt over the hips. Tearing his attention away from her attractive figure, he shot a glance over at the guy who was still standing at the door. He looked at her again with a questioning expression.

"So, who is the Rottweiler at the door? I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him before"

Rory fought to hold back a smile at the comment.

"Finn, this is my old boyfriend Jess. Jess this is Finn"

Finn looked at her a bit surprised, Why is her ex-boyfriend here? He suddenly grew a strong sense of dislike towards the guy who was standing at the door with a resentful face, staring at Finn. He didn't like the guy, he didn't like the look of 'bad boy' that hung around him. Girls go for that type, don't they? He tightened his grip around her slightly, but not enough to make the stranger notice. The Jess-guy shot them an openly disapproving look, and in Finns opinion quite rude, and addressed Rory.

"I never expected you to change into some high society snob, I must say I'm disappointed, but I guess Ivy League colleges can do that to you"

He turned to leave the room, but then turned back to the couple standing behind him.

"Remember the book"

Rory looked at the door for a while after Jess had closed it. Finn searched her face for some sign of emotion, but came up short. He cursed at himself for deciding not to get pissed before coming here, an ex-boyfriend with unresolved issues was more than he could handle whilst sober. The attractive girl next to him let out a long sigh, and he noticed relief on her face. He wanted to ask what was going on, but something in her face and posture told him that this wasn't the right time. She made a determined face, and turned to him.

"So are we leaving or what?"

He went over to open the door and bowed gallantly as she walked out, he walked after her with something brewing in his stomach. A concerned feeling that something was going on, and that he wasn't able to do anything about it if it wasn't good. And having that feeling, had never yet proved a good thing to Finn.

They had a great night. Finn and his friends, the ones that had been ordered to attend the Gilmore annual Christmas party by their parents, were experts at forming sub-parties. Before Rory knew it the attic was full of young people and booze, and she was having the time of her life. As she looked out over the attic, she wondered how her mother could have disliked this life. There were people everywhere, and the old discarded furniture in the attic seemed to be rejoicing at the scene. There was a couple lying in an old bed drinking champagne and making out. There were two blonde boys, who looked like brothers, sprawled out on an old couch and engulfed in a discussion. There was Colin and Logan standing by a cupboard arguing as usual. And there was Finn, and he was everywhere she needed him to be, playing host to perfection. He was constantly aware of her needs, and as she was standing there, looking out over the sub-party, he came up behind her, and put his arm around her waist.

"You having fun?"

She nodded.

"If you wanna go home, just say the word"

She nodded again. He was desperate to get another reaction from her, so he turned to face her.

"That guy… Your ex… He wasn't exactly polite to you, what was that about?"

She seemed more surprised at his words than he had expected, she looked into his eyes for a while and then she looked down, but before she looked away, he saw the sadness in her eyes. He tugged her closer, and stroked his hand slowly up and down her back.

"We split in a bad way…" she sighed "and sometimes we get along, sometimes we don't"

"But that's not all, is it?" he sounded disbelieving.

She fiddled with a strand of her hair and twisted it around her fingers, without answering him. She was silent for a long time, and the only part of her body that moved was her eyes that were watching the people in the room. After a while, she smiled at him.

"Can we go home now?"

He gave her his biggest smile, and started to lead her through the room. His big hand on the small of her back was soothing, it was as if it shot out rays of heat that both relaxed and rejuvenated her whole body. She smiled, nothing bad could happen as long as his hand was resting right there, she was safe. She watched his other hand was he shook her grandfather's hand, and enjoyed the sight of his long, wide, and strong fingers. His hand was shortly detached from her as her grandfather gave him a hug, he silently whispered in her ear.

"I like him, he's a good kid," Rory smiled "And don't worry, I'll make sure the maid cleans up upstairs without your grandmother finding out"

He winked at her and she giggled, and gave him another hug. Finn's hand found its way back to her back, where it stayed till she sat in the limo they had arrived in. When he slid in to the seat next to her, he leaned in and told the driver where to go, and then closed the privacy window. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, but then she sank into his body, and leaned her head on his shoulder. He lifted it and laid it around her shoulders, and stroked some hair out of her eyes. She looked up at him through those long, thick eyelashes, and the sight of those eyes almost drove him crazy. She stretched up and kissed his jaw line, and he lifted her up so she was sitting on his lap. She stroked her index finger over his stubbed cheek, and he repeated her action to perfection. He reached out for her and dragged her close enough so he could reach her lips, and then he kissed her with an intensity neither of them had ever experienced. He let his hands run over her body and they both moaned, as one of his hands traveled up under her dress. Far too soon, the limo stopped, and they broke apart. Rory desperately tried to straighten out her hair and dress, before the chauffeur came to open the door. He let them out, and opened the door to her dorm building.

"Goodnight Miss"

Rory glanced at Finn with a questioning look, and he smiled. He turned to the driver.

"Thank you David, but I won't need you anymore tonight"

He took her hand and followed her to her room. As soon as the key was turned in the lock, they continued what they had started in the limo. They stumbled through the room, lips fused together, staggering, and tumbling in the dark. They finally reached her room and she let herself fall backwards onto the bed, taking him with her. Something hard fall to the floor, but neither Rory nor Finn noticed it. They were wrapped up, completely consumed in each other, and before either of them knew it, they reached the top. Like a wave it carried them, held them up there, and then after a while it disposed of them, and they landed like shipwrecked tangled up in her sheets, washed up in her bed as if it was a far away shore.