Author's Note: So I had honestly planned on updating a week ago, maybe even more before that. Because I've had the last scene of this chapter, along with the title since a few chapters ago. I saw a video for 'To Make You Feel My Love' for LL on YouTube, which made me think of it. Things are changing, so, thanks for those of you who take the time to read-and those who review, too. Thanks!
Lorelai sat at the table next to Rory nibbling on a green bean. She's managed to avoid the subject of her and Christopher the entire night so far, and she just prayed that it would last that way. Finding herself distracted, she would always revert to Rory at her side who would simply bring her back up to speed, and so far, neither Emily or Richard had said anything about it.
"So Rory-"Emily Gilmore said, poised. "Are you planning on taking a trip after you graduate?"
Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she shrugged. "I'm not sure. Why?"
"Well, I was going to suggest that perhaps your grandfather and I go with you. And your mother, too, if she pay attention and eat her meal."She replied, clearing her throat. "Lorelai?"
She looked up, clearly startled. "Yes, Mother?"
Emily smiled, but was clearly annoyed with her. "I think we should all go around the table and-"
"Oh no."Lorelai said. "Ror-It's that time we love. We're supposed to think on our feet and say what we're thankful for. You should go first. Because that way, you can pretty much cover anything that I would have said. Please?"
"Now, Lorelai-"Richard said, making himself known in the conversation.
"I don't know, Mom. Things have been interesting this year. People are different."
Lorelai studied her daughter, knowing she didn't get the hint. ''Fine. Well, I am thankful for the fact that we're together...and that Rory's here with us, and that I am safe and healthy and-Rory?"
Everyone else relplied, and Lorelai tried her best to remain quiet. She was able to avoid any conversation about her until Rory asked her if she was feeling well.
Sighing, she shrugged. "I'm fine. Really. But I am feeling kind of sick, though. Mom-Dad...I really do hate to leave early. I'll stop by sometime tomorrow?"
Saying goodbye and assuring Rory that she'd be fine, Lorelai left.
He wasn't sure why he was there, he knew she wouldn't be. Going over what he would say in his mind, Luke rested on Lorelai's front step. Sighing, he stared out at the road. It was crazy-it really was. He though to himself that he shouldn't even be there, that he should just wait and call. Instead, he wrapped his coat around himself tighter, and waited.
Lorelai drummed her fingers on the steering wheel getting lost on the song that was playing on the radio. It was crazy-to have Christmas music playing already seemed a bit insane, but she decided to take it all in stride. It was almost December, afterall. Which reminded her, she needed to put up her Christmas tree. However, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty about leaving her parents' house early, but knew in her heart that she needed time alone.
Rounding the corner to her street, Lorelai saw a truck parked in her driveway. Recognizing who it was, she turned into the driveway and got out, almost afraid of what would happen.
"How long have you been here?"She asked.
Luke looked up at her shrugging. Standing up, he dusted off his hands on his jeans. "I don't know. But April's with her mom-and I had a feeling you'd need help after thanksgiving dinner-"
Lorelai laughed. "Thanks."
"Yeah. Are you okay?"He asked.
Nodding her head, Lorelai tried her best to smile. "Yeah. Peachy. So-"
He sighed, gesturing to the house.
"You came over to go inside?"Lorelai asked, confused.
"Well, no, not exactly. But I was kinda hoping we could talk, and it's freezing out here."
Her eyes widened, feeling embarassed. "Oh, Luke. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking, really. So you wanna go inside?"
Grabbing them cups of coffee, Lorelai told Luke to "make himself comfortable". Coming back into the living room, she sat on the couch. "You know Luke, when someone says 'make yourself comfortable', that's usually a sign that it's okay to sit down."
He nodded, clearly seeming nervous. "Oh, I know. But, I just-"
Leaning her head to the other side of the couch, she urged him to sit down. She then handed him a cup of coffee. "So...you-Luke Danes, wanted to talk?"
Taking a rather large gulp from his cup, Luke nodded. "And why is it so hard to believe?"
"It's not, really. It's just the fact that you've never really been talkative."
Luke nodded, understanding. "I know. But you're Lorelai. And you love to talk. We're...friends, right?"
Immediately avoided his eyes, Lorelai focused on her coffee. "Yeah."She whispered sadly.
"Lorelai, if something's wrong-"
"I'm fine."She replied, sharply. "No. I'm-I'm not fine. But is that so wrong?"
Luke shook his head. "No. But why do I get the feeling that it has something to do with me?"
Fighting back spitting the coffee out of her mouth, Lorelai tried to cover it with a cough. "Rory should be home soon, you know. And-ever the loving mother-I left her alone with my parents. Sure, she likes them...but hearing my mother plan a trip that won't even happen until she actually graduates will be far too much, even for her. So you see, I should get things ready-"
Luke placed his hand firmly on hers, only to find himself staring diectly at their hands, of which Lorelai had intertwined her fingers with his.
"Um..."
"Oh, right."Luke said, pulling away. He avoided her eyes, avoiding looking at her. If he did, he'd lose himself-completely. He'd lose it, and forget all of these rules, all of the things that they were supposed to do. They were waiting. Sure, they hadn't said anything, but both were willing-waiting for the other to cave first. He couldn't take it-he needed to see her, he needed that recognition. Staring into her eyes, it happened. His lips crashed onto hers, searching for a reply.
She hadn't expected it, but knew that she had wanted to. Wrapping her arms around him, Lorelai finally found it-that feeling she had been looking for...the thing that was missing. And for once, she wasn't complaining.
