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A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed that last chapter. Here is the new one, I am VERY excited..I loved writing this chapter and I hope that you like it!

Chapter Ten: Dinner With the Devil

"So, Logan is okay with the whole set up thing?" Lorelai asked, aware of Emily's ulterior motive for an earlier meal time.

"Yeah, he's cool with it,"

"Well, that's very...cool of him," Rory smiled.

"Yes, he is pretty cool,"

"So, are you going to ring the doorbell of doom or should I?" Lorelai asked, eyeing the doorbell cautiously.

"Tehy're your parents," Rory responded, recieving a steely glare from her mother.

"I hate how that is always used against me. Is it really my fault that my dad got Emily drunk and-"

"Ring the doorbell!" Rory pleaded, not wanting to hear the rest of Lorelai's story.

"Fine," She pushed the button, a maid answering almost immediatly.

"Wow, you're quick. Emily must love you," Lorelai said gailly, smiling at an extremely frightened looking maid. Rory tood off her coat, handing it to the maid.

"Here, you can just take our coats," The maid nodded, her shoulders slumping in relief.

"Thank you miss,"

"Lorelai, Rory, why are you loitering at the door? Come in, come in!"

"She's too cheery," Lorelai said quietly to Rory, handing the maid her coat.

"Much too cheery,"

"Rory, you sure look pretty. That dress looks amazing on you," Emily commented, walking with the girls to living room.

"Uh, thanks Grandma,"

"Would you two like anything?" Emily asked, gesturing to the drink cart.

"I'll have a club soda," Rory said.

"Oh Rory, your should try something different. How about a brandy?"

"No thanks,"

"Oh, a gin tonic, those were my favorite when I was young,"

"No, just a club soda please,"

"Ror-"

"Mom, just give her a club soda. She doesn't want alchohol. She's planning on saving herself for her 21st birthday. She's going to go hog wild, have 21 drinks, guzzle them until she pukes. Then at 22 she's going to become an alchoholic. That girl, she's a planner," Emily looked at Lorelai, contempt on her face.

"Lorelai, your humor is not amusing,"

"I think it is,"

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? Well, that's a hard question. I want so much, world peace, no hunger, Jen and Brad to reunite. Oh, and a machine that would automatically make a burrito with the push of my finger for when I am ridiculously drunk," Emily scowled.

"To drink Lorelai. What do you want to drink?"

"Oh, a martini and keep it coming," Emily turned to the drink cart, making a martini for Lorelai.

"Now Rory, we have a special guest coming over tonight," She mused, her voice becoming sugary sweet again.

"What a surprise," Lorelai said dryly.

"Emily," Richard said, appearing from the foyer with three new people, "Our guest have arrived,"

"Oh my, what I coincidence," Rory saw an elder couple enter first, both in their mid forties. The woman had a demure, almost unstable, air about her. The man was of a larger size and had an imposing figure, a towering stature that encompassed the small blonde beside him. When the third person entered the room Rory almost dropped her drink, her eyes glued to his.

"Rory, these are Shira and Mitchum Huntzberger and their son Logan. Shira and Mitchum are dear friends of ours,"

"Hello," Rory said politely, tearing her eyes away from Logan. She forced herself not to look at him but found in increasingly harder as his smile widened.

"Rory is a junior at Chilton. She's top of her class," Emily proudly exclaimed, beaming at her granddaughter.

"Rory, it is a pleasure to meet you," Mitchum said happily, his voice low and booming.

"It is a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Huntzberger,"

"Rory is on the newspaper at Chiton, she is an assisant editor," Emily commented, patting Rory's arm.

"Gosh Mom, with you spoutin goff so much about Rory it leaves her mother nothing to brag about. Well, I could talk about how she was extremely talented at sticking things up her nose as a hcild. Coins, tic tacs, she was quite resourceful,"

"Lorelai-"

"Oh, and lincoln logs! Those were her favorite,"

"Dinner is served," The maid said timidly, quickly walking off after the announcement was made.

"Thank God, let's go eat. Rory you sit next to Logan. You too can discuss teenage things," Emily said with a smile, leading them into the dining room. Logan pulled out her chair for her and she reluctantly sat down.

"Stop it," She said under her breath, shooting Logan a look.

"What?"

"Smiling at me, pulling out my chair, you're being too nice,"

"Sorry, from now on I'll be nothing but unfriendly," He retorted.

"No, Logan, you know what I mean,"

"Relax Ace, everything will be okay," She sighed, taking a sip of her water.

"You should've taken your grandmother up on that gin tonic," Lorelai said to her daughter with a knowing smile.

"I completely agree,"

"Now Logan, you're on Andover's paper, right?" Richard asked.

"Yes sir, I am,"
"Oh, well you and Rory should discuss your writing styles, how you get the new scoop. A writer always benefits from learning new things," Rory suppressed a smile, taking a sip from her water again. She knew that Logan could teach her absolutely nothing about newspaper. He was only in it because his father made him. Sure, he did the occasional article but for the most part he avoided the office at all costs. Rory jumped as she felt Logan's hand on her knee. She pushed it off, sending him yet another look.

"Rory, what's wrong?" Emily asked sternly, a bit disappointed in her grandaughter's behaivor.

"Nothing,"

"So Rory," Lorelai began, turning to her daughter, "Did you tell Dean you're here tonight?" She asked with a big grin. Emily looked at Rory, her eyes wide.

"Dean?" Rory smiled, shaking her head. Her mom really loved giving Emily mini heart attacks.

"Yeah Grandma, me him and Lane were supposed to hang out tonight," She responded, saving her grandmother from a panic attack.

"Oh, Lane, your Asian friend?"

"Yes, last time I checked she was indeed Asian,"

"Well...that's nice. Dean was a nice boy," She replied, somehow making the word nice sound like an insult, "Anyway, Rory I love your hair curled, it looks beautiful. Logan, don't you like Rory's hair curled?" Logan smirked, turning to look at Rory.

"Yes Emily, I have to agree with you. She does look very beautiful, but I doubt that the hair is what it causing that," Rory blushed, looking away from him.

"Excuse me," She said, standing up. She walked away, eager to escape the awkward situation her grandmother had created. She pulled out her cell phone, dialing quickly.

"Hello,"

"Logan, come to the bathroom right now,"

"Someone's frisky,"

"Stop it," Logan laughed, taking in the sight before him. Rory was sitting onthe closed toilet seat, angrilly shedding kleenex in her hands.

"Ace, are you going to spare the toilet paper or is that being shredded next?" Rory stood up, giving him a tight hug.

"I am so sorry about tonight. My grandparents are terrible, absolutely terrible," Logan laughed, kissing her gently.

"Ace, they're trying to set us up, not kiss us. I find this whole thing amusing,"

"I can't handle it all. My grandmother is trying way too hard and you had a good butt,"

"What?"

"She was very giddy and I can never look at your butt again,"

"That's a shame, I do have a good butt," Rory sighed, resting her head on his chest.

"We have to tell them,"

"I was never against telling them,"

"I hate telling them," Logan smiled, kissing her forehead.

"They'll stop trying to set us up," Rory pulled away, a defiant look in her eyes.

"Under one condition, we'll tell them under one condition,"

"What is it?"

"I'm carrying roses at my wedding, red, pink, white, and yellow roses," He smirked, giving her a lingering kiss.

"As longs as my boutinere matches it then I'm in," Rory kissed him, his arms going around her slim waist.

"You two did end up in the bathroom!" Rory pulled away, finding her mother in the doorway.

"Oh, hey Mom,"

"I can't blame you for not choosing the stairs, they kind of suck here,"

"We're going to tell them about us," Rory said.

"Wow, good luck with that. Emily will probably start crying with glee, hug both of you with bone crushing emotion," Rory smiled grimly.

"Are you coming?"

"I'll be right there. You can start the show without me," Rory smiled, taking Logan's hand.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Thye walked into the dining room, feeling everyone's eyes on them, especially their interlaced fingers.

"Rory?"

"Everyone, we knew you ahd this dinner to set us up," Logan began, being the stronger of the two.

"But, you see, this really wasn't neccesary," Rory continued, "We've been dating for a month," The entire room was silent until Shira broke it.

"Well, that's lovely,"

"Yes, it is," Emily responded, her smile widening with excitement, "This si qutie exciting. Richard, isn't this exciting?"

"Yes Emily, the most exciting," Lorelai had now arrived and was standing behind the couple.

"Lorelai, did you know Rory adn Logan were dating?" Emily asked. Lorelai faked surprise, gaping at Rory and Logan.

"So this is why you were always on my couch. I just thought that you were some vagrant that Rory took home. She always was a humanitarian,"

"Lorelai, you knew! You think a grandmother would know if her grandaughter was dating. You could have at least called, or something like that,"

"Okay Mom, next time I will send you a carrier pigeon,"

"Lorelai, I'm serious," Rory sighed, watching Emily and Lorelai bicker. Logan took her hand underneath the table and squeezed it gently. She looked at him and smiled, aware of how calm she suddenly felt.

"So Rory, roses?" Logan said with a smile. She bit her lip, holding back a laugh.

"Yes, roses,"

A/N: Okay, I am super happy, I loved this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!