Blondes Have More Fun
Chapter Four

Genre: Drama
Starring: Shane/Lindsay
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Shane, Lindsay, Rory, Dean, Jess, Logan, Finn and all other recognizable "Gilmore Girls" characters belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, and the WB. There is no profit from the copyrighted characters or infringement intended.

A few weeks later…

Shane and Lindsay met up for lunch after morning classes and suddenly recalled their conversation coming home from Stars Hollow and Lindsay's plans to snag Logan.

"Linds, that Logan guy hasn't come back to Pete's yet. What do you think is up with that?"

"I don't know. It's typical, when you don't want a man around he's usually a pain in your ass. When you do want them to come around, they vanish into thin air," Lindsay replied before she took a bite of her autumn salad. Loaded with apples and walnuts, sprinkled with feta cheese and doused in raspberry vinaigrette, the autumn salad was her favorite item on the school's dining room menu.

"Mmm…" Shane mused, "maybe Princess Rory got to him that day when they saw you at Luke's diner. I don't picture a guy like that letting a chick like her push him around, but maybe she's got him whipped like she did with our guys."

"I guess that mother of hers taught her well. Look at how she's been able to keep a leash on Luke all these years while she runs around and does exactly what she wants to."

On Thursday of that same week, Lindsay was coming out of her Elementary Math Education class when she spotted a familiar looking figure, dressed in a classy looking Burberry trench coat, sitting on a bench in front of the college library. Slowly, she realized it was Logan sitting there. She thought it was an odd place to run into him by coincidence and almost avoided him, but realized if she didn't make a move to talk him now, maybe he wouldn't be back.

"Hey, aren't you…?"

"Name's Logan. Logan Huntzberger. I could have told you that when I saw you at Pete's Tavern, but you weren't exactly in the mood to talk that night."

"How did find me here?"

"Oh, my sources keep me informed."

"Talky Tiffany strikes again," Lindsay sighed, rolling her eyes. She knew from others at the tavern that her co-worker Tiffany had a big mouth and had already blabbed about her to some of the other male customers. "Why'd you come here looking for me? I figured you'd go back to Pete's."

"I could have done that, but then you'd be working and I couldn't ask you out for lunch. So how 'bout it? Are you free? I'll take you anywhere you want to go, sweetheart, and don't worry about it being an expensive restaurant, I have my American Express gold card and money's no object. Daddy's pockets go very deep."

"Mmm… I don't know, Logan," Lindsay responded seriously on the outside, but on the inside she was laughing, just waiting to hear him beg her to change her mind.

"Aww… come on, Lindsay. Anywhere you want to go, just name it," he begged in response, just like she knew he would.

"I probably shouldn't go with you after the way you acted at the tavern and also I know now you have a girlfriend, but I don't like what she said about me at the diner the other day and if I can enjoy a nice meal at a gourmet restaurant and have her handsome boyfriend pay for it, maybe I'll recover from her trash talk a little quicker. Since money's no object, why don't we go to Terra Mar for lunch? It's a beautiful restaurant at the Old Saybrook Spa and Inn and I've wanted to go there for like forever, so it might as well be today."

"Good choice, I've actually been there many times," Logan responded smiling, impressed with her taste in restaurants and also thinking, in his own chauvinistic way, that all it took to get Lindsay where he wanted her was to flash a little money in front of her face.

Lindsay decided not to let Logan know where she lived, so she told him to wait for her at the campus coffee shop while she went home and got changed and that she'd meet him back at the coffee shop in forty-five minutes. She knew Terra Mar was a very upscale restaurant and blue jeans and a faded sweatshirt weren't exactly up to their dress code. She jumped in the shower and then pulled on a lavender cashmere sweater and a mauve pencil skirt to match and finished off her outfit with a pair of chocolate colored dress boots from LL Bean and put her hair up in a French twist. As she started applying her makeup, Shane walked into the apartment.

"Well, well, well, where are you sneaking off to Miss Lindsay?" Shane teased.

"I got a date with a Yalie, that's all," Lindsay teased back.

"Logan's taking you to lunch? He hasn't been back to Pete's and I know he doesn't have your number, so how did he –"

"Talky Tiffany!" Lindsay replied as she dabbed her eyes with smoky eyeliner.

"Loose Lips finally did something useful, huh?" Shane laughed.

"Guess so, he's taking me to Terra Mar for lunch in Old Saybrook."

"Whoa! That's a pricey hash house, Linds. I bet he's expecting something in return for that," Shane warned.

"Well, he's not gettin' any payment like that from me, I'll tell you that much. If he gets horny, he can just fantasize he's with me while he's doing it with Rory."

"I'm sure that's the kind of thing she does when she's with him all the time," Shane surmised.

"I bet she didn't do that when she was with Dean or Jess," Lindsay replied.

"True, they were pretty poor compared to this guy, but they were much sexier than he is."

"Tell me about it, it's going to be kind of hard for me to pretend I'm attracted to him when those guys looked like real men and he looks like an overgrown kid compared to them. Thank goodness he has the money to dress well; otherwise he'd look like a complete twerp."

"Best of luck, Linds. If he tries anything creepy, you give me a call right away on your cell phone and I'll come get you. Speaking of which, is he coming over to pick you up or are you meeting him some place?"

"I don't want him to know where we live, so I told him I'd meet him at the campus coffee shop in a little bit."

"Okay, if you don't mind then, let me ride back with you to school. I have a class this afternoon, anyway, and this way I'll have the keys in case I need to come get you."

"Sounds good," Lindsay replied, "okay I'm ready to break a heart. Let's go."

"Sometime I feel like we're on our own tv show and we need a theme song," Shane commented playfully as they walked out to the truck.

"How 'bout Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?" Lindsay suggested.

"That'll work," Shane agreed.

They started singing the lyrics to the song as they climbed into the truck and started driving down the road. ...Oooooh, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. That's All They Really Want…

Meanwhile….

While Logan sat and waited for Lindsay at the coffee shop, Finn called him on his cell phone and told him Rory been asking where he was. Every since that day at the diner in Stars Hollow, she'd been watching his every move like a hawk.

"Where'd you tell her I was, Finn?"

"Out with Colin."

"That was stupid, Finn."

"Why?"

"Because Colin is in one of her classes this afternoon. Call Colin and tell him to cut that class with her today."

"Oooh, the plot thickens, eh mate?" Finn chirped back. "You'll have to tell me all about her sometime."

"Just call Colin ASAP so I don't get busted," Logan responded in an annoyed tone of voice.

"I'm on it, mate. Save me a bite of your ho cake," Finn laughed and then hung up to call Colin.

Before they parted ways, Shane slipped Lindsay a canister of pepper spray. She was worried about Lindsay climbing into a car with Logan and driving off to a restaurant that was forty minutes away. She knew poor little rich boys had a sense of entitlement and she didn't want anything happening to her best friend.

Lindsay took one last look in the truck's mirror at herself to make sure she looked perfect before she went into the coffee shop to meet Logan and promised Shane she'd called her periodically from the road to let her know she was doing all right.

Logan was utterly pleased when he saw how elegant and stylish Lindsay looked when she entered the coffee shop. He had to admit to himself that as pretty as Rory was, her beauty could not compare to Lindsay's. The other waitress was right he thought, she should be a model and right now she looked like she belonged more in his affluent world than Rory did.

"Shall we?" Logan asked and smiled as he looped his arm through Lindsay's, confident that this small town girl would be swept off her feet by his wealthy sophistication and worldly charm.

"We shall," Lindsay responded breezily, she was looking forward to dining at Terra Mar and being pampered by the staff in a first class restaurant since she was in the same line of work and had to wait on others herself several hours every week.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Logan slipped the maître d' a twenty to seat them at a prime table overlooking the waterfront. When they were seated, he ordered them a bottle of vintage French Chablis. Lindsay stared at the wine list when the bottle arrived at their table and noticed the price was $76.00 and realized she wasn't dealing with a cheapskate, but she could tell Logan's perception was that she'd feel obligated to him for treating her to a first class dining experience, but he had no idea who he was dealing with, she wasn't nearly naïve as he thought she was.

Lindsay scanned the menu and her eyes fell on a lobster salad and she decided to order that. She figured she might as well order something expensive to make Logan feel all that more hopeful he was going to get lucky just to burn him. Since the restaurant was part of an inn and spa, she wondered when he was going to conveniently mention they could get a room or at the very least, a couples massage at the spa.

Logan continued to study his menu and mentioned he was going to order grilled swordfish. After the waiter came to take their orders, Logan gazed deeply into Lindsay's shiny, molasses-colored eyes. Lindsay could tell he what was thinking about, but decided to act innocent and pretend that she couldn't tell what his motives were.

"So, Lindsay, Three Rivers College is a quaint little institution. What are you studying there?"

"I'm studying Elementary Education. I have another year to go and then I'll be transferring to U Conn and I plan to finish up my degree and then get my Masters so I can become a certified teacher. What about you, Logan, what are you studying in school?"

"Well, my father owns the Huntzberger Publishing Company, so I had no choice in the matter but to major in Journalism."

"Doesn't sound awful," Lindsay responded.

"Well it doesn't, but sometimes it is. You have a lot perks when your family's wealthy, but there's a lot of predestined expectations that go along with those perks. Would you like another glass of Chablis?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Sure," Lindsay responded sweetly. She almost felt sorry for him, but she knew he had a devilish side, too, so she parked her pity for him on ice.

"I'm really enjoying having lunch with you, Lindsay. I should have told you sooner, but you look absolutely fantastic," Logan remarked.

Oh boy, here it comes, Lindsay thought suspiciously.

"Do you have to get back right away? I mean do you have to work later on or anything?"

Lindsay smelled trouble and she actually didn't have to work that day, but knew Logan's next trick was going to be trying to get her into the one of the rooms at the inn. "Actually, I'm afraid I do, Logan. My shift starts at three today, so I'll need to leave right after lunch to make it to work on time," she lied.

Logan looked majorly disappointed. He had thought for sure when she'd suggested a place to eat that was out of town, she'd have all the time in the world today and that he'd be able to take her upstairs for a quickie. But then he convinced himself that the best things were worth waiting for and that it was going to make it all that much sweeter when he finally did get her into bed. Unlike Rory, he recalled, who was so desperate for a date with him, that she tried to get him to sleep with her at the reception her grandparents held for the renewal of their wedding vows, which made him wonder in retrospect why he'd ever consider having someone that cheap for an actual girlfriend.

"Okay, hon, relax and enjoy your wine. I'll get you back in time. We can plan something else for another time soon. Maybe I can meet you after classes on a day that you don't have to work."

"Well, the earliest day I'll be free is next Tuesday."

"Tuesday works for me," Logan replied eagerly. "What do you say we catch a matinee and go out for a bite to eat after you classes on Tuesday?"

"I'll drink to that," Lindsay replied giddily, clinking her wine glass against Logan's.

"Tuesday it is," Logan agreed, clinking her glass back. He couldn't wait.

That night, back at the apartment, Lindsay and Shane made spaghetti and meat balls and chatted about her date with Logan.

"Tell me all about it, Linds," Shane asked excitedly as she sprinkled extra parmesan cheese on top of her spaghetti.

"Well, not much to tell," Lindsay replied as she grabbed a piece of garlic bread to dip in the spaghetti sauce. "The restaurant was superb and the scenery was breathtaking, it was right on the waterfront, facing Long Island Sound and he made sure to pay off the maître d' so we could have the best table in the house. Then he ordered an expensive bottle of wine, I had lobster salad and we shared some chocolate mousse for dessert and I knew his next move was going to be to try to take me into one of the rooms at the inn, but I lied and told him I had to come back home early to work tonight, so he begged me to go out with him next Tuesday."

"Did you accept?" Shane asked anxiously.

"Of course, I accepted. I think I'm going to enjoy stringing him along and the more money he shells out for me, the less money he'll have to spend on his little princess."

"Now you're thinking, girl!" Shane laughed approvingly. "Keep working on him, Lindsay, I can't wait to see what happens when his little princess falls off her throne."

"The trick is to make him keep thinking he's the one working on me and once he thinks he's got me where he wants me, I'll make sure she gets to find out what it felt like when I found out about her and Dean and what you felt like when she broke up you and Jess."

"Yeah, I wonder how she'll like it when she gets a taste of her own reality sandwich?" Shane pondered. "Oh, Linds, speaking of tasting…I almost forgot…I've been working on a new drink today that I'm thinking of serving down at the bar. Wanta try one and tell me what you think?"

"I don't know if I can, Shane, Mr. Smoothie was trying to get me plastered so he could try and have his way with me and I ended up drinking three glasses of wine. I don't know if I can handle one of your strong concoctions of top of that."

"Oh, please say you'll try it, I worked really hard on the recipe and you'll hurt my feelings if you don't."

"Oh, all right," Lindsay agreed reluctantly, already feeling a headache coming on. She knew Shane used copious amounts of liquor in all her special libations she invented and they almost always tasted great, but inevitably led to a wicked hangover in the morning. "You're responsible for making sure I don't oversleep tomorrow," she warned.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get up in the morning," Shane promised, delighted Lindsay agreed to be her taste tester for her latest alcoholic creation.

To Be Continued…