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Previously:

Rory stared deep into his eyes with a look of disbelief marring her features. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong Finn. You can always tell me." She leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shaking torso, allowing him to burry his head into her neck. They stood there, wrapped in each others arms, tears flowing from Finn's cheeks onto Rory's bare neck. After a while Finn's sobs subsided, and his shaking stopped. He tightened his hold around Rory's waist and nuzzled his face into her neck deeper. Rory continuously rubbed his back comfortingly, while whispering into his ear. Finn finally took his head from her neck and pulled back to look into her watery eyes. He gripped her even tighter and led her to the bed to sit down. Finn sat down first and pulled Rory's light frame onto his lap, never breaking his hold on her. Rory rubbed his cheek softly, a small smile forming on her lips as he closed his eyes, moving into her touch. Finn took a deep breath and slowing let it out, opening his eyes. He saw that concern and confusion swirling in Rory's blue orbs, and decided then and there to tell her everything

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"Huntzberger," came the greeting as Logan answered his phone.

"Logan son, great news," answered the voice on the other end of the line.

Logan dropped his pen and leaned back into his chair, heaving a deep sigh. "What is it this time father?" he asked grumpily, annoyed at being interrupted.

"I was able to make lunch reservations at that new Italian place downtown for you and Rory on Tuesday at 1. I'm expecting you to go, have a great time and get her to agree to another date, which I've already made reservations for. Don't screw this up Logan."

The sound of the dial tone met Logan's ear as his father cut the line. He turned off his phone and dropped his head onto his desk, trying to think of some way to get out of the date. Nothing came to mind, so he decided to call in reinforcements.

"Hey it's Logan," he said into the phone after receiving a tired and annoyed 'hello' as a greeting. "I need your help."

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Finn settled himself on the head of Rory's bed, his back leaning against the wall, with Rory in between his legs, leaning her own back against his chest. Finn tightly draped his arms around Rory's middle, pulling her into him as much as possible, needing her warmth and strength. He rested his head on her shoulder, and slowly took a deep breath.

"No one knows the story behind my tattoo. It was played off as an act of teenage rebellion when my parents found out and just something I did because I was bored when my friends did. But those aren't the truth. I don't really know where to start, but I guess it'd be best if I told you everything.

"I am an only child. The Heir to the Morgan Empire. The one that is expected to take over everything, and make it even more successful than it already is. But that's never been my dream. Never has and never will be. However it was his.

"Though I am an only child now, it wasn't always so. My brother, older by 4 years, was the one who was being groomed to take over the family business. His name was Ben. Benjamin David Morgan. He was the ultimate older brother. Taught me everything about anything. Girls, sports, drinking, how to charm people to get out of trouble. He was great; a very special person. He really was the only one I loved.

"My dad wasn't much of a dad, hell, he wasn't much of anything. I only ever saw him at functions, except one time. Even when I was being punished for something it was done over the phone because he was never around. One of my biggest fears is becoming him. An unloving selfish bastard, only interested in things and people when they can make him money. He never loved anyone but himself. When I was younger I believed that he and my mum were in love with each other, that their marriage was true, but that went down the drain when I walked in on my dad and his secretary fucking in his office. I was 10. It was 'go to work with your parents' day at my school, but I guess he forgot about it.

"That was the day I stopped caring. I had always thought that if I was good enough, was the proper little boy they wanted me to be that he'd come around more, that he'd finally tell me that he was proud of me and that he loved me. But seeing him that day, all my illusions vanished.

"My mum was what she believed a mum was supposed to be. She gave me and Ben everything we needed and could ever want; clothes, food, games, pets, anything that we fancied. But she used material things as a way to get showing any affection. She had no maternal instincts. I can't remember ever once getting a kiss or a hug or an 'I love you' from her. She didn't love my dad any more than he loved her. Years later I found out that the only reason that they married was because of Ben. He was the outcome of a drunken one night stand. If it had been up to my parents, the marriage and Ben's birth would not have happened. But both sets of grandparents stepped in and gave them an ultimatum: get married or be cut off. In the end it's always about money. So they got married, had Ben, and 3 years later were given another ultimatum, this time demanding another child. So I was born.

"Ben and I were best friends. We did everything together even though I was 4 years younger. We got this tattoo together when I was 16 and he was 20. I can still remember the day perfectly.

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"Finn, wake up you ass. It's your birthday! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and we my brother, have an appointment we need to get to. Up, up, up!" Ben said as he walked into Finn's room, pulling open the drapes, and pulling off Finn's blanket.

"Bloody hell man! What are you doing! It's too bright to be up," Finn grumbled as he pulled his pillow over his head. "Go away."

"Nope, sorry. That's a no can do. You have to get up now. It's almost 12 and we have an appointment at 12:30." Ben replied, bouncing down onto Finn's bed, chuckling as Finn groped around for his blanket.

"What appointment? I never made an appointment. An appointment for what?" Finn questioned, after giving up his futile search for his blanket. He took the pillow off of his head and sat up, glaring at a smiling Ben.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty. What'd you do last night?"

"Don't change the subject Benny boy," Finn snapped, purposely using the nickname he gave Ben to annoy him. "What appointment are you talking about?"

"Sorry Finnykins," Ben said, a self satisfied smirk making its way onto his lips at the sight of Finn cringing, "but that is a surprise. Now up. We leave in 10 minutes." With that Ben got up and left the room, giving Finn a big smile as he walked through the door.

Finn grumbled under his breath as he got up out of bed.

10 minutes later

His steps pounded down the stairs, as Finn made his way to the kitchen.

"Coffee," he said immediately upon entering the room. He moved to sit down at the island while a cup was being pushed towards him by a smirking Ben.

"And he's up," Ben commented, watching as Finn took a large gulp of his coffee, nearly downing all of it. "I thought it was humanly impossible for you to get up before 1 anymore."

"Well, that is usually true, but normally I don't have my big ass of a brother ripping off my blankets, and opening my curtains while yelling at me to get my ass up. What's so special about today anyways? What's the appointment for?"

"Not gonna say. You'll just have to wait and see. Speaking of which we better get going. We don't want to be late now do we?" He smiled at Finn and got up from his chair, downing the rest of his coffee. "Come on boy," he continued upon seeing that Finn made no attempt to move, "it's going to be great, don't worry. Just get your bloody ass out of that chair and into my car. We have to leave now."

"Fine," Finn replied in a petulant pouting tone and downed his coffee, placing his cup in the sink, "I'm coming." He followed Ben out of the kitchen and into his car.

"It's 12:14. How long does it take to get wherever we're going?" Finn questioned, stifling a yawn.

"About 10 minutes," he heard Ben reply. "So what did you do last night?" Ben asked, giving Finn an appraising look.

"Just went out with Derrick, Kyle, Amanda and Justin. We met up with a few of Amanda's friends from her school. They're home for the summer, visiting family, before they have to go back to St. Sebastian's."

"And?"

"And we hung out. Bloody hell, why is it that everyone thinks I'm always doing something stupid or dangerous? You know sometimes I do just like to have a quiet night." Finn replied exasperated.

"A quiet night filled with booze and blondes?" Ben asked with a smirk on his face.

"Well actually, it was redheads last night." Finn smirked and winked at Ben.

Ben shook his head in response and turned his attention back to the road. "And here we are," he announced, pulling up to a building.

Finn looked at the building before him, a smile making its way on to his face. "Are you bloody serious mate?" he asked, turning his head to look at his brother.

"Yep. But we're both getting the same one and I already have it picked out. And you can't complain." he added upon seeing Finn begin to protest. "Now get out." Ben turned off his car and hopped out, watching to make sure Finn was following him as he made his way through the door.

"Ben, good to see you again," the man behind the counter said as Finn and Ben walked into the building. "This your brother?" the guy asked, looking over at Finn.

Ben smiled at the man and slapped Finn on the back. "Afraid so, Mike" he replied, smiling at the scowl on Finn's features.

Mike smiled in response as he walked out from behind the counter. "You still set on the same on?" he asked Ben

"Yep. No doubt in my mind."

"Which one is it?" Finn questioned.

"The third from the left in the 5th row from the top," Ben replied.

Finn's gaze traveled across the pictures on the wall until his eyes settled on the one in question. "What does it mean?" he asked while looking it over.

"The bond of brothers," Mike said in response. "So, where do you want it?"

Ben looked over to Finn who just shrugged his shoulders. "Forearm I guess. How long should it take?"

"We'll I'll do yours and Jesse can do your brother's. It should take about an hour and a half."

"Sounds good."

"Okay, so I just need you and him to sign some things and we'll be on our way." Mike handed them some papers and watched as they filled them out.

"You want to do this? I don't want to force you or anything." Ben said after he handed over his signed forms.

"Hell yeah. Why wouldn't I? This is the best birthday present I've ever gotten." Finn returned, handing his forms over to Ben to sign as his guardian.

"Just want to make sure." Ben answered as he handed the other forms to Mike. "See ya in a few," he said to Finn, a smile gracing his lips, as he followed Mike to the back.

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Finn strutted out of the back, his forearm wrapped with gauze, and made his way to his brother. When he saw Finn, Ben stood up from the couch he was sitting on and threw down the copy of Rolling Stone he was reading.

"Hurt?" Ben asked, a smile playing about his lips.

Finn just laughed in response.

Ben chuckled and then threw his arm around Finn. "Come on Finnykins, let's go."

Finn grumbled incoherently and allowed Ben to lead him out the door.

"Thanks Mike," Ben called before exiting the store, hearing a distant 'your welcome' come from the back. "So where to now?"

"Well, since someone woke me up and hurried me over to a tattoo parlor not allowing me to eat any breakfast, I vote for food." Finn said, climbing into Ben's car.

Ben laughed in return and climbed into the driver's seat. "Anything in mind?" He asked as he pulled out into the street.

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Finn tightened his arms around Rory, tears cascading down his cheeks, dropping on to Rory's neck.

"I was just about to answer when a car hit us from the left. We had a green light so Ben was going through, but he was looking at me instead of the road. I turned towards him just in time to see the car hit my brother's side. I screamed his name over and over, as I was slammed against the side of the car, and watched as the other car tore through Ben's door, both colliding against his body. I watched as he frantically tried to stop the car's motion, as he tried to get away from the other car. I watched as his eyes shifted back to me, tears gliding down his cheeks, blood trickling profusely from the gash in his forehead. And I listened to his voice, rough with emotion and pain, cry out to me four precious words just before I slipped into unconsciousness. 'I love you brother' he said.

"I woke up two days later suffering from some minor head injuries, broken bones, and bruises. My mum was the first person I saw, tears trailing down her cheeks as she saw me open my eyes. First words out of my mouth were asking where Ben was, but I didn't get an answer. Instead I was given a look of pure grief and pain from the woman who had never cared about me before.

"She started explaining about the accident, how the driver of the other car was distracted by talking on his cell phone, how I was unconscious when paramedics arrived on the scene, and how Ben was already dead when they pulled his body out of the car. The driver of the other car had no serious injuries she told me, nothing that time wouldn't heal, except for a broken heart.

"It was my father, love. My father! He was the reason why I was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to countless machines monitoring anything and everything. My father was the reason why my brother was no longer living. He was the reason why Ben, my only brother, didn't live to see his next birthday, and didn't get to finish celebrating mine.

"Nothing was ever the same again. I slowly got better... well, physically better. My life was broken. The one person that I had ever cared about and that had ever cared about me was gone.

"We had the funeral a few days after I woke up. My father didn't go. He had locked himself in his study on returning from the hospital. I never spoke to him again. When school started up again I left, able to convince my mum to let me get away. I started Zugaberg that September, and met Logan and Colin. By then my only out was drinking, and I did it excessively, never caring what it was doing to me. Since that year it's always been Logan, Colin and I.

"I tried so hard to get past the pain, but it always comes back, even more so on that day. I never celebrate my birthday anymore, instead I spend the time grieving over the brother I lost. I'm worse on that day than any other. I guess it'd be called my dark day. But there's another day that's a close second.

"When I was 18 and experiencing all that freshmen life at Yale could offer, it happened. Ever since the accident my father bore this unfathomable amount of guilt on his shoulders, and it was his alone to bear. But he couldn't anymore; it was too much for him. I got a call from my mum, her voice full of pain, as she told me what he had done. She told me that he left a note apologizing for what he had done to Ben and me, and that he hoped I would one day grow up and become the man and father he never was. He wanted me to promise not to become that person he was, to not take my family for granted, and to not let business over run my life.

"He did it a few days before the end of my first year. I didn't go to his funeral. I didn't think I'd be able to handle it. So instead I left with Logan and Colin. We decided to take the next year off, and sail around on Logan's yacht. They knew how much I was hurting, and they didn't think that I'd be able to go through another year of school, so Logan set everything up and we were off. I used that year to really drown in everything. The pain from Ben's death, the hurt from my father's suicide, and the grief from my mother's inability to cope with what had happened. I spent that year getting everything out so that I could focus on life again. And I am, though I do have some setbacks.

"I exploded one night, the anniversary; let everything, all the pain, all the hurt, all the grief, come out. It didn't turn out good. We were around Fiji at the time. I was drunk of course, and somehow had gotten control of the yacht. I crashed it and it sunk down into the murky depths of the South Pacific.

"After that, Logan and Colin took me back to Australia. I had to see my mum. I spent a month with her, just being with her, talking about everything, bonding like a mother and son should. She helped me accept and move on, and I did the same for her. She got me off the booze, not entirely, but stopped me from using it as an escape; allowing me to have two drinks only when out with friends. She got me off the one night stands, the quick fuck and sucks. She's helped me better myself and I've helped her become a real mother. We're closer now than we ever have been, and I love every minute of it.

"I came back for my sophomore year as a Yalie in September, extremely thankful for the time I took off. I've changed a lot over the past 4 years, hitting my all time low and staying trapped there for a long time, finally finding my way out. But I will never forget anything that has happened; it's impossible to do so."

Finn fell quiet, letting his words sink into silence. Speechless, Rory sat in front of him, not knowing what to say or do. She could feel his tears falling down, could feel his chest heaving from the effort to breathe.

"Finn," she finally whispered, turning around to face him, his hold on her never breaking. He brought his head up, his eyes slowly finding hers. The pain she saw so clearly in his tear filled eyes piercing her heart. "Finn," she whispered again as she brought her hands up to his face. She cupped his cheeks, wiping away the tears that slid down in quick succession. Rory reached up and lightly brushed her lips against Finn's forehead, his eyes drifting closed at the touch. She pulled back, brushing more petal soft kisses over his cheeks, eyelids, and finally lips.

They both just sat there, reveling in the hold they had on each other, never speaking, just feeling. Neither knew how long they stayed in their embrace, but it was quite a while before Finn spoke up.

"I didn't mean to bring a damper onto the day, love," he said, a small, wry smile playing about his lips.

Rory chuckled lightly before looking Finn in the eye. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me Finn," she replied seriously, her eyes boring into his.

"You should feel privileged love," he commented trying to dispel the air of seriousness that had taken over, "I've only ever talked to my mum about my feelings. You, my dear, have been graced with something very special." He smiled at her and pulled her face up to his, brushing his lips against her own. "What time is it doll?" he questioned, burrowing his head into her shoulder.

Rory glanced over to her alarm clock. "It's 1:25," she responded, tightening her hold upon him.

He mumbled something into her neck, and buried his head deeper.

"What was that?" Rory asked, a smile on her lips.

Finn sighed deeply and brought his head up. He smiled at her and answered, "I said 'Let's take a nap'. My plans don't start til 4 and I'm exhausted." He gave Rory a pleading look, and smiled triumphantly when she gave in.

"But only until 3, because even though it is casual, I do need time to get ready," Rory said as she set the alarm on her clock and pulled back the blankets on her bed. "Hop in," she gestured to Finn who had got up from the bed so she could get everything ready. Finn dropped dramatically onto the bed, and patted the place beside him seductively. Rory laughed and then climbed in beside him, feeling the ever present tingles when he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. She pulled the blankets up and snuggled into Finn, laying her head on his chest. Lightly she drew circles on his stomach, listening to the beat of his heart beneath her head. "Sweet dreams love," she heard him whisper before his pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sweet dreams," she whispered back, her eyes closing shut.

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"Make it stop," Rory cried in a voice laced with sleep, snuggling closer to Finn. Finn reached over and turned off the alarm, pulling Rory closer to him and leaning down to her ear.

"It's 3:00 love," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending tingles shooting throughout Rory's body. "It's time to get up. You have an hour to get ready before I get back to pick you up at 4:00"

Rory's eyes shot open. "Why didn't you say that before!" she exclaimed, breaking away from Finn's arms and jumping out of the bed. "I have to get ready." She ran to her closet and started tearing through it. Suddenly she stopped and whirled around to look at a very amused Finn sitting on her bed. "Get back?" she questioned referring to his previous statement, "where are you going?" She dropped the hoodie she had in her hands and walked to Finn. He smiled and got up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well love, I do have to get ready myself, as well as make sure everything is set up." He smiled down at her and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. "And as much as I want to stay here and watch you freak out, I have to go." He kissed her once again, and then pulled away. "I'll see myself out so you can continue with your pillaging." He smiled at Rory and then slipped out of the room.

A sigh escaped Rory's lips as she sunk down onto her bed. Her lips, still tingling from the contact with Finn's, were curved in a smile, which only got bigger when she heard, "4 o'clock sharp Gilmore," and then the bang of the door closing. She allowed herself a few more minutes of dwelling in her thoughts and then got back to her pillaging.

At 3:55 Rory came charging out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel and undergarments, her hair and makeup already done. She had spent the last hour deciding what to wear, showering, curling her hair and applying light makeup. Now she just had to throw on the clothes she spent twenty minutes choosing, and she'd be ready for Finn. She raced into her bedroom, and hurriedly dropped the towel, slipping on a loose pair of well worn blue jeans, a cranberry colored sweater, and a pair of runners. Checking her hair and grabbing her jacket, Rory made her way out to the common room, sitting down and turning grabbing a magazine just as a knock was heard at the door. Rory took a few calming breaths, and said as nonchalantly as she could, "Come in."

The door flew open and Finn walked through, a cup of coffee and a bag full of candy in his hands. Rory threw down her magazine and got up from the couch, making her way to stand before Finn. He took in her appearance and nodded approvingly.

"These are for you love," he said and handed her the coffee and candy.

Rory quickly downed the coffee, sighing in contentment when she was done. Then she looked down at the candy and back up at Finn, a huge smile on her lips. "These are my favorite," she said, kissing his cheek in appreciation. "Thank you."

"Your welcome kitten, and I know," he replied, a cheeky smile on his lips, "I know everything."

Rory gave an unladylike snort causing Finn to playfully glare at her. "So who told you?" she asked, holding up the bag of Sour Patch Kids before she threw them onto the coffee table.

"You don't think I'd really give up my inside sources, do you? As a journalist you should know about source confidentiality" he replied, a disapproving look on his face while he shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah," Rory grumbled.

Finn smiled at her displeasure, and swooped down to plant a kiss on her pouting lips. "Now come on, we have to get going or we'll be off schedule." Finn grabbed Rory's unoccupied hand, and started pulling her to the door.

"Wait Finn," Rory said halting her steps.

"Yes love?" he questioned, turning around to face her, his smile still in tact.

"Are you okay? You sure you're up for this?" she returned, staring into his eyes.

The smile faded from Finn's lips and his face grew solemn. "Rory," he said softly, seriously, as he pulled her into his embrace," I need this right now. I need to be happy, and you make me so enormously happy. Please love, trust me, I'm good. I'm not going to have another break down. I tend to try and limit them to once a day." Awry smile in place on his lips." I just want to be with you tonight; have some fun. Plus you promised, love. You don't want to go back on your word, now do you?" He smiled and winked at Rory. He sighed and buried his head in her neck. "Please Rory; I just want to be happy tonight. I can't be sad anymore," his whispered against her skin.

Rory trembled at the feel of his lips against her skin, and found herself nodding in compliance. "Okay Finn, if you're sure you're good."

"I am, doll," he returned as he brought his head up from her neck.

"Okay," she nodded, "Now off for the first official night of the 'Week of Finn'." She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "What exactly are we doing?"

"Tsk tsk," Finn replied with a smirk on his lips, "You should know better love. Now off we go." He swung open the door and swiftly walked out pulling Rory behind him, barely allowing her time to close and lock the door before he pulled her away.

"We have to stop here love," Finn spoke up, as they got to the parking lot. Rory stopped and Finn released her hand, the warmth he provided gone. He pulled something from his pocket and stepped behind her.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked, confused by his actions. "Is that a blindfold?" she questioned incredulously, unsettled by its sudden appearance.

"That it is, love," Finn replied, as he brought it up to cover her eyes.

"Why do I need to be blindfolded?" she whined, not liking the fact that she was now unable to see anything.

"Because it's more fun this way, well for me at least," he, and even though she couldn't see, she knew that his ever present smirk was plastered on his lips. "Come on, we're falling behind schedule." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to a vehicle and helped her get in. He climbed into the driver's seat, and peeled out of the parking lot. "You don't mind Taproot, do you love? I'm hooked on them right now." He said as he slid a cd into the player.

Rory turned her head towards Finn with a smile on her lips. "You listen to Taproot? Nice. I guess your music taste isn't all bad, but we do still have some serious work in our futures."

Finn chuckled lightly and turned up the music. "We'll be there in about 10 minutes."

"I'm going to try one more time, where is 'there'?" Rory asked in desperation.

"Hmm, how should I answer that," Finn said, pretending to be pondering something extremely important. "Oh, I know," he finally exclaimed a few minutes later, "I'll go the old clichéd route. I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." He laughed as Rory huffed and crossed her arms. "Pouting won't help your cause, love. Besides, we're here."

"Really?" Rory cried in delight.

"Really," Finn replied through his chuckles. "Hold on love, I'll come help you," he said after he turned off the vehicle and saw that Rory was just itching to jump out. He ran around to the other side and opened her door, taking her hand to lead her out. When she was safely standing on the ground he slammed the door shut and guided her a few steps away from the vehicle.

He stepped behind her and brought his hands up to the ties of the blindfold. "Ready?" he asked the excitement evident in his voice.

"Just untie it already," Rory cried out, wanting to know where they were.

"Okay love. One...Two...Three." He untied the blindfold and stepped to the side, watching Rory's expression as her eyes focused on the stuff around her.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed jumping into Finn's arms, wrapping hers around him. "This is freaking awesome. I can't believe you brought me here. Thanks so much. I NEVER got to go here when I was little." She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and then another on his lips.

Finn smiled brightly, happy that she liked his surprise. "My pleasure, love. Now come on," he said as he pulled her arm to the entrance.

"It just started and this is the best date I've ever had," Rory said as she followed Finn through the entrance.

"I'm glad. Now what first," he asked, looking around him.

"Games!" Rory replied enthusiastically, and ran ahead of Finn to the games. Finn shook his head and smiled as he watched Rory, finally moving to join her when she motioned him over.

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"I love Chuck E. Cheese's!" Rory bellowed as they exited the restaurant, her massive, purple stuffed monkey (whom she christened Melville) safely perched on Finn's shoulders, while she held everything else they won. "I am definitely going back someday. That place is awesome. Thanks for taking me there Finn." She looked over at Finn and smiled.

"Anytime love," he replied with a smile of his own.

They had spent the last 3 hours playing each and every single game they had at Chuck E. Cheese's, and then doing it two more times. Stares from the other patrons were plentiful, but the paid them no heed and just continued on playing. They had won an enormous amount of tickets, and traded in every single one to end up with Melville, a plastic rocket ship, a small, orange stuffed turtle Finn named Carlos, a rubber chicken, a deck of cards featuring Chuck E. and all his friends, and a grossly oversized pencil (Finn's choice for Rory as he reasoned that now 'she will never need another pencil for the rest of her life!').

They slowly made their way to his vehicle. When they reached his Escalade they placed their prizes in the back seat, and climbed into the front. Finn turned on the SUV and once again peeled out of the parking lot.

"Sooo, where are we going now?" Rory asked, shooting Finn her bambi eyes.

"Nuh uh, no way. You can give me that look all you want, but I'm not spilling anything. You'll just have to wait and see." Finn turned his gaze away from Rory's, his resolve breaking under her bambi eyes.

"Fine," Rory said indignantly, crossing her arms once again. "I'll wait, but I'm not happy about it!"

"Didn't expect you to be, love." Finn smirked at her, loving her frustration.

Rory shot him a playful glare, and moved her head to stare out the window. They spent almost 5 minutes in silence, until Rory finally broke. "Are we there yet?" she whined. "How much longer?"

"You're such a kid," Finn replied.

"Says the man who confessed to still having his dolls from his childhood." Rory shot back.

"Dolls! They aren't dolls. They're action figures." Finn said defensively.

"You say action figures, I say dolls. Tomato, tamoto."

"They're action figures," Finn mumbled grumpily.

"Whatever you say, Finny darling," Rory in a placating tone. "Now, are we almost where we are going?"

Finn sighed. "Yes love, we're almost there. In fact we're here." Finn stopped the SUV, and turned off the engine.

"Uh Finn," Rory said, her voice filled with confusion, "we're surrounded by trees. Where exactly are you taking me? You're not going to lure me out into the woods and kill me with a chainsaw, are you? Cuz I got to say that's not a good thing to do on a date."

Finn chuckled. "No. I have no plans to murder you with a chainsaw, now if we were talking a machete, that's when you should start to get worried." Finn winked and then got out of the car. Rory climbed out as well, shaking her head at Finn's insanity.

"Tell me why I am trusting you right now, when we are in the middle of a forest, with no one else around?" she asked as she made her way to his side.

"Well that's easy love, it's because I'm exotic. And you just can't say no to me."

"Yeah, that must be it," Rory replied sarcastically.

"Come on," Finn said after shooting Rory a glare. "Actually, we're really in a park, not the forest. This is just the woodsy part of it." He grabbed her hand and led her down a path. They walked for a while before they came to a clearing. Finn came to a stop and moved to the side, letting Rory see what was before them.

"Wow," she whispered reverently as she gazed at the scene in front of her. "It's beautiful Finn," she praised, kissing him gently on the cheek.

A small pond was situated before them, candles floating on the surface. A blanket was rolled out next to the pond with a picnic basket lying on top of it. Music drifted from the player that stood next to the basket, and light poured down from the lanterns hanging on the surrounding tree branches.

Finn smiled at Rory, and brought her over to the blanket, allowing her to sit down and get settled before doing so himself. "I'm glad you like it love," he said bringing the basket over to them and opening the lid. "Tonight for your dining pleasure, we have...drum roll please." Finn smiled as Rory rolled her eyes. "Theatrics," he heard her mutter under her breath. "Tacos, chili fries, and 'Sex in a Pan'. I heard from a little birdie that you just love Mexican food, and chili fries, so I brought those, as well as something new, at least I think it's something new. Have you ever tried 'Sex in a Pan', doll?" While he was talking he took everything out of the picnic basket and placed it before them on the blanket, taking out plates, utensils, napkins, and drinks as well.

Rory shook her head. "Nope, can't say I have."

"Well then, you'll soon be able to do so." Finn smiled and leaned into her. "I wouldn't say that it's better than sex, but it is pretty damn good." His smile turned into a smirk when a blush crept onto Rory's cheeks. "Hear you go doll," he said, handing her a plate filled with food, "Dig in."

They stayed at the pond for hours, just talking and laughing, sharing stories from their pasts, learning more and more about each other. At around 11 they packed everything up, but left it all by the pond. "I've got people," is all Finn said as he dragged Rory back to the Escalade. He pulled out his cell and dialed a number, telling the person on the other end that they were done at the pond. They got back into the SUV, and Finn drove back to campus. The drive was no longer than 20 minutes and soon they were standing in front of Rory's dorm, Melville, Carlos and their other prizes in their hands. Rory unlocked the door, and slowly opened it, pushing her head into the room to make sure they weren't in for another sighting of Colin's ass. She sighed in relief when she saw the dorm was empty, and pushed the door open the rest of the way. Finn followed her inside, closing the door behind him and placing their toys on the coffee table.

"You up for a movie?" Rory asked from her bedroom, her voice drifting through the open door.

"I'm game," Finn replied, and sat down on the couch waiting for Rory's reappearance.

"Go ahead and pick something," he heard from Rory's room, so he got up and walked to her movie cabinet. After a few minutes of searching, Finn found a movie that looked interesting, so he popped it into the player and sat back down on the couch, just as Rory made her way back in to the room.

"What did you pick?" she asked as she sat down beside him, her side pressing against his.

Finn picked up the movie case and held it up so she could see the title.

"'The Boondock Saints'. A very good movie. Nice choice. Sean Patrick Flanery is so hot in this movie. Add to that his accent and I'm gone," Rory said releasing a deep sigh.

"So you have a thing for exotic men, then?" He smirked at her and intertwined their fingers.

Rory smiled back and said, "Couldn't you tell? I mean I have been kissing and spending a lot of time with you, and we all know that you are the epitome of exoticness. It's not exactly rocket science." She smiled again, and leaned over, placing a kiss on his lips, but this time instead of a soft, sweet kiss, this one was hard, demanding and full of passion. She traced his lower lip with her tongue, bringing in into her mouth and sucking on it, before slipping inside his mouth. Finn released his hold on Rory's hand and brought both of his own to rest on her hips, while she brought hers to wrap around his neck. He pulled her body closer to his, closer and closer still, until she was finally sitting in his lap. Their tongues battled one another, both fighting for dominance, neither gaining what they sought. Soon they found themselves lying down on the couch, Finn's body a sweet weight as he laid half on half off Rory. Rory's fingers curled around the hair at the base of Finn's neck sending tingles shooting through his body. Finn's hands glided over Rory's hips, over her stomach, down her thighs, as his tongue touched every inch of her mouth. Feelings like never before overcame Rory. Never had she kissed anyone like she was kissing Finn. Never had she let anyone kiss or touch her like Finn was kissing her and touching her.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Finn tore his mouth away from hers and buried his head in her neck. Both struggled to calm their racing heartbeats, finally succeeding after a few minutes. With his head still in the crook of Rory's neck, Finn place a delicate kiss over her throbbing pulse, then pulled away, and sat up. He brought Rory back up with him, and once again twined their fingers.

"I'm sorry love. I took things too far." He looked ruefully at her, and continued. "I don't want this to be like the relationships I used to have. I want this to be different. I want more than a one night stand. You're so different from all the other girls I know, love. You'd never be the type of girl who has one night stands, and I respect you for that. And I don't want to change you into one of those girls, so how bout we watch the movie. I heard that 'Sean Patrick Flanery is so hot in this movie'. I want to see what my competition is." Finn smirked at Rory, but soon a look of worry crossed his featuresas she just sat there gazing at him.

Rory stared into Finn's eyes, and slowly leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek. "Thank you Finn," she said softly.

Confusion crossed Finn's features. "For what doll?"

"For stopping," she replied simply, smiling at him and snuggling up against his side. She turned her attention back to the movie.

"Your welcome love," Finn said softly into Rory's ear before wrapping his arm around her and turning to watch the tv.

"Oh and Finn?"

"Yes kitten?"

"There's no competition."

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A/N: Hope everyone likes this one, and isn't too disappointed with Finn's story or their first date. I didn't really know what to do to end this chapter, so I just threw crap together. I hope it's not too horrendous. Many thanks to starcastic who gave me the Chuck E. Cheese idea. I'm always looking for more ideas for their dates, so if you have any please help me out. Thanks for reading.

Ashely