Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls – there I said it, please don't sue.
A/N: Sorry in advance for how short this chapter is going to be… I was writing it – and it just felt like it wanted to end. So I let it. Next update will be ASAP.
Summary: ROGAN. Everyone can see they're perfect for each other. Well everyone except for the two of them. So it's time we gave them a little push. What happens when the family starts to play matchmaker? Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Waffle Truths
It was three o'clock and Logan started to come around. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around. He had a terrible headache, caused he assumed by the floor party the night before. He was sitting on the couch, slumped up against the arm of it. Someone had thrown a blanked over him. He heard whispering.
Standing, Logan winced as the pounding in his head increased. Turning around he saw a girl with brown hair wearing… his boxers and a dress shirt. She was looking at something with a boy with short dark hair. They were both whispering and fidgeting; tapping something every once in a while.
"Why isn't it working?" The girl asked. Logan recognized the voice but the pounding of his head stopped him from putting a name and face to the melodic sound. Their backs were still turned to him so Logan stood silently and watched.
"It's plugged in." Came what Logan recognized as Finn's voice. Now who was this girl Finn had gotten together with the preceding night? And more importantly why was Finn's conquest wearing his clothes?
"I knew you couldn't cook." Came the girl's voice again.
"Hey! At least I found the toaster. What'd you find?"
"A power outlet." She stated matter-of-factly. "You live here, and you couldn't even find that."
"It's not my fault there are so many empties." There was a pause, where Logan assumed the girl had made some sort of facial expression because Finn changed his statement, "Okay not entirely my fault."
"Maybe if we hit it?" the voice suggested.
"You'll break it!" Finn exclaimed.
"I didn't say smash it. Just give it a friendly tap." She said. "Like this." Logan heard a hallow tap, and then both the girl and Finn screamed as something flew into the air.
"There," Finn said smugly. "Chocolate chip waffle, courtesy of Mr. Eggo and myself. Never in my life have I made a waffle with such – What?" Finn asked.
"It's still frozen." She said, hitting the waffle against the counter top.
"But they taste better that way." Finn said defensivly.
"We just spent over forty minutes waiting for this waffle to cook, and it's still frozen. How does that happen? It should have thawed at least a little by now."
"Maybe their magic waffles." Finn supplied hitting another against the counter.
"Magic?" the voice asked.
"Or, it's a magic toaster." Finn said tapping the toaster, which proceeded to send a few sparks flying into the air. The two of them jumped away and threw their solid waffled onto the counter.
"More coffee?" Finn asked smiling.
"Please." Said the voice.
Rory, Logan thought. Why was she in his clothes? He didn't – oh no. What had he done with Rory the night before? She was wearing his shirt, his boxers. Looking to the counter, Logan saw her clothes folded. What had he done!
Finn turned around to collect her mug, and saw Logan standing ridged with a look of terror. No way is this push going to go to waste, Finn thought. "Logan!" He exclaimed. "Want some coffee? Waffles?"
"Don't eat the waffles," Rory groaned. "Despite what he says, the waffles are not magic; their frozen."
Logan laughed. The sudden action sent a ripple of pain through his body. Wincing he walked to the sink, and got himself some water. Flipping open a cupboard Logan reached for the aspirin. Tossing two back, he reached for a waffle.
"I warned you." Rory said, hitting her waffle on the counter for emphasis. Logan in reply pushed the button on the toaster as Rory looked to Finn. "There was a button!" She asked Finn, who just shrugged in reply. Sighing Logan took a seat at the table and continued to drink his water. The mood suddenly tensed; everyone felt it. Rory suddenly came to the realization that she had woken up in Logan' arms.
The waffle popped out of the toaster, steaming. When Logan didn't move Rory picked it up and put two more in. Grabbing a plate she took a seat next Logan, and started to eat the waffle.
Eating kept her mind off everything. It gave her hands something to do. Once she finished the other two popped up. Dropping one onto her place she gave the other to Logan; who mumbled a quiet 'thanks'.
Finn watched the whole exchange, seeing the previous nights work falling into shambles. He had to do something, if they were going to make it to the vacation in Germany. He needed to intervene.
"See the beauty of my culinary skills?" Finn asked Rory, hoping to end the silence that was becoming deafening.
Rory smiled before returning to her waffle.
Logan couldn't take it. He needed to set things right with Rory; to explain. He had screwed everything up again, and watching Finn try to patch it back up made him feel depressed.
"Finn, you mind leaving for a moment?" Logan asked more as an order than a request.
Hands in the air, Finn walked backwards into his room and shut the door.
"I can't remember the last twenty-four hours." Logan stated bluntly, not meeting her eyes. "Then I wake up, and you're wearing my clothes, and making waffles with Finn. Rory, what happened last night?"
Rory was filled with a flood of warmth. Logan cared if something happened. She wasn't just another conquest, he really valued their friendship. Then she paled with remembrance of their coffee date; 'I guess I like you'. Either he really cared about their friendship, or he wanted to get her and wanted to know if in their drunkenness he had succeeded. She didn't know which, so deciding to drop the topic, she replied, waiting for his facial expression to explain his feelings. "We came here after my grandmothers. You mixed me a drink. Finn decided we would play Twister. You slipped, and fell, on me I might add. We took our shots and then fell asleep on the couch."
"That's it?" Logan asked. His clothes on Rory were still left unexplained. Rory couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Yea," she said annoyed. "That's it. Logan I'm not easy. You may sleep with who ever passes out next to you, but I have morals. I stupidly assumed you were different from the stories; obviously my assumptions were incorrect, and you just as pigheaded and egocentric as everyone said you were." Anger coming off her in waves, she jumped out of her seat. Grabbing her clothes she stormed into the bathroom. Moments later she emerged and threw his clothes at him.
"Rory," he called. She stopped, but didn't turn around. "Look, Rory you're over reacting."
"I may be over reacting," she said through clenched teeth. "But at least I'm not you, smirking and not bothering to correct words spoken out of habit." She paused. "I'd rather be where I am, than where you are; watching a friendship break while doing nothing to save it." And then she left.
Logan watched he leave. She didn't slam the door, she just left quietly. Logan wished that she had in fact slammed the door; it would have given him a reason to be angry with her. The fact that within all her anger that she was still able to maintain composure made her different than all the other girls Logan knew. Logan slumped into his chair.
Finn emerged from his room. "Don't worry mate. She'll cool down. But that was quite poorly done on your part."
"I just wanted to know what happened."
"Logan she's not like the others. Look how uptight she is." In answer to Logan's glare Finn continued. "You hurt her. You made it sound like you only wanted her for sex. Hey, to me it sounded like your friendship was only for sex."
"You know that's not true."
"I do. But Gilmore doesn't. You have a reputation, and it's killing you. Forget your pride and make things right."
"You make it sound like were dating; were not."
"Would you object to it?"
"I don't like her that way."
"No?" Finn asked, popping two waffles into the toaster.
"No. She's not my type."
"You'd still worry about sleeping with someone if they weren't 'your type'?" When Logan didn't answer, Finn asked, "What is your type?"
"Blonde, curvy, easy. I don't do commitment."
"Why not?"
"Because –" Logan started. Normally he would have ended this conversation right here. He did not wallow. But the image of Rory walking out of his room echoed in his head. "Because –" he continued. "Because then I get hurt."
The waffles popped, and Finn gave Logan one and grabbed a plate for himself.
"Finn." Logan said in all honesty.
"Hm," Finn asked taking a bite of his waffle.
"I've fallen for her."
"I know," said Finn smiling. Then deciding that he'd had enough of the serious situation, he decided to lighten the mood. "Which is why I, my humble, honest, and hung-over friend, am going to help you. Now go get your wallet."
"I'm not paying for another stripper."
"No, you're going to patch things up with reporter girl."
"How?" Finn just took another bite of his waffle in reply.