A/N: So wow! Its been a while! And I'm super sorry for that. Isn't summer supposed to be relaxing? I've been super busy, going in and out of town, visiting colleges, camps, summer assignments. Its just been hectic, but I won't make anymore excuses. I seriously contemplated just ending the story with last chapter, but I got the urge to write today, so here we are. I'm sorry I kept ya'll waiting for so long, and I hope this chapter makes up for it. I'm not very pleased with it, because I feel like a lot happens but its not very long, like there is a lot of filler. But hopefully you guys like it! I'm probably just being too picky.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls

I didn't realize until the next morning that I had forgotten to tell Lane. She knew that we were doing the interview yesterday so she was probably dying to know how it went. I got dressed quickly and picked her up at her house. When she met me outside she instantly knew something was up.

"Why are you all smiley? What happened?" she prodded.

"Nothing" I couldn't hold back my smile, "I'm not 'smiley'"

"Liar. Something happened and you're going to tell me!"

"Well I had the interview yesterday"

"And…"

"And what?"

"Rory! You are being extremely difficult! How did it go? Was it awkward? Did you talk about what happened or just ignore it? Why are you being so withholding?"

"I am not being withholding! The interview went fine, I have plenty of material for my article now."

By this time we had arrived at Weston's and it was time to order. Once we got our orders and sat down the questioning continued.

"Ok Rory, either you tell me what happened to make you so giddy or I'm out."

"Hey," I paused, "a girl doesn't kiss and tell" I smirked.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You did not! Oh my gosh Rory that is great! Right? That's a good thing right?"

I nodded, "yeah, it's a really good thing."

"So are you two like together now?"

I shrug my shoulders, "Maybe…"

Lane isn't one for squealing, but she let one slip out.

"Rory, I'm happy for you if you're happy,"

"I am" I interrupted.

"But I want you to be careful, he is older and more experienced and completely off limits."

"I know Lane, don't worry, I'll be careful, but I know he would never hurt me or pressure me into doing something I'm not ready for. He's perfect."

It wasn't until I got to school that I started to get nervous. Not that things would be weird between us, but that he had had time to think about it and realize that I'm not worth it and end things before they even start. Part of me wanted to hurry so I could see him sooner, but the other part of me, the more dominant, pessimistic part moved at the pace of a turtle trying to prolong time before I was sure he would break my heart.

I got to class just milliseconds before the bell rang and took my seat. After I had gotten out my supplies and situated myself, I dared to look up at him. When I did I didn't see some sad guy that had stayed up all night contemplating or regretting our relationship. He looked happy. Happier than I had ever seen him. The genuine smile on his face when we made eye contact for a brief moment calmed my fears that he had changed his mind.

The rest of the day went by just as a normal day should. I wasn't moping around like I felt lie I had been for the past couple months. I was completely normal. I'm not sure of any other way to describe it, but its like everything in my life that had been out of whack lately had been fixed.

I stayed after the final bell and waited for the halls to clear out a little bit and went to see him. I knocked on his door and heard a distinct "come in" from behind the heavy door.

He smiled when he saw me, and no one could ever understand how good that felt.

"Hey" he said and walked towards me, leaned in, and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Hey, how was your day?"

"It was good, one of the best I've had in a while. What about your's?"

"Great, mine was great."

Something about him was different and it worried me again. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground, pretending to kick some imaginary pebble.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Um, yeah, why do you ask?"

"You just seem a little nervous."

"Well, I am."I felt my heart break a little. He was breaking up with me.

"What's wrong?" I guess he saw the way my face instantly fell or the way my eyes filled with tears.

I sniffled, holding back tears, "Are you breaking up with me?" I spurted out in a hurry.

His brow furrowed, "What? No! Why would you think that?"

"Because you're nervous. I thought maybe you were worried about how I would react."

"I'm not breaking up with you, I swear."

"Then why are you nervous? Do I make you nervous?"

"No, not usually at least. But I'm nervous because I was going to ask if you wanted to go on a date…with me."

I smiled as he looked down at his feet again. That was so sweet. He was nervous to ask me out. He looked at me waiting for an answer.

"Well, are going to ask me?" He chuckled and regained his composure.

"Will you" he paused for emphasis, "go on a date with me?"

"Of course I will. Now was that so hard?"He shook his head 'no'

"Why were you nervous? You had to have known that I would say yes"

"I was afraid you had changed your mind."

"I was worried about the same thing earlier today, that you had changed you mind."

"So neither of us have changed our minds?"I nodded. He smiled at me that same smile I saw this morning that made everything okay and walked towards me. He cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed me. I pulled his body closer and deepened the kiss; catching him by surprise, but he reciprocated.

He pulled away hesitantly after a couple of seconds.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, that was great, I'm just trying to remember that we're at school and we can't get too comfortable here."

"Right," I smile, "so when and where should I meet you for this date?"

"Well, since we can't really go out in public for fear of getting caught, I'll make dinner at my place and we'll just hang out, watch a movie maybe. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds great"

"Okay, then it's a date, Friday at 8? I'll text you my address. Normally I would pick you up, but I don't think your mother would approve."I laughed,

"Yeah, sounds perfect. I better get going or I'll miss my bus."

"Ok, I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah." I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips and left smiling. I couldn't help it.

When I walked in the door to my house I heard my mother call out, "Rory? Is that you?"

"Yeah" I replied walking towards the voice in the kitchen.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

"yeah, we just keep missing each other I guess."

"where were you this morning?"

"I met Lane for breakfast, she had something to talk to me about."

"Oh, she seems to be needing a lot of advice lately."

I shrugged.

"So, anything new with you?" yeah, I'm dating my teacher, you know, the one you had a thing for.

"No. not really school is the same. Oh, I have to work on a project for school with Paris this Friday, we're working at her place and I probably won't be back until late."

"Ok, that's fine, I have a date."

"Ooo, with who?"

"Just some guy Sookie is setting me up with. It probably won't turn into anything, but you should never turn down a free meal."

"Words of wisdom." I smiled.

"I'm full of 'em."

"You're full of something"

"Hey, I know this is random, but how's Mr. Huntzberger?"Why would she be asking me something like that? He's my teacher, how would I know? The funny thing is that I do know how he is, but she shouldn't know that I know.

"Um…I don't know…um…teachy? How would I know that?"

"Well, does he seem happy? Have you heard any rumors about any people he might be seeing?"

"Mom, I thought you got over this. I thought that you dating my teacher was behind us. I haven't heard any rumors about him. I tend not to listen to those sorts of things anyways."

"So, do you think he would still be interested?"

"Mom, please just drop it. I don't want you to date my teacher. That's awkward." Especially since I'm dating him.

"Okay, its dropped." She said raising her hands in surrender.

"Thank you." I stand up and go into my room.

How could she still be pining for him. I mean, I understand, because he is amazing, but he basically told her he wasn't interested, yet she still holds out hope. But then again, there isn't much difference between what she's doing and what I was doing. The only difference is that I was successful. Is it just me, or is it really awkward that I like the same guy my mother likes?

I try to forget about the weirdness of the situation and focus on homework. Later that night as I'm lying in bed, I can't stop thinking about our date on Friday. What should I wear? What does one wear on their first date with their teacher? I realize that he's never seen me out of my uniform and that just puts more pressure on me to look good. I'll have to ask Lane to help pick an outfit.

I stay up till 1 in the morning thinking about our date, stressing over minute details, that don't really matter. Like, do I shave my legs? I mean it's winter, so I'll presumably be wearing pants-- but that brings up the issue of whether a skirt or dress is too dressy for the occasion-- and I don't plan on taking them off so no one would ever know. But why does it feel like I should shave my legs? Why do I feel like during my preparations for the date, shaving my legs should be included? And then there is painting my toenails. I mean, again, its winter, and I'll be wearing socks--or should I be wearing heels?-- but what if I step in a puddle on the way there and my socks are soaked and I take them off so he can put them in the dryer? Wouldn't I want to have nice looking feet? it's a never ending circle, each time I resolve an issue, I'm faced with another. I finally fall asleep while I'm thinking about how to secretly eat a mint without him knowing that I'm eating one, because that would make it awkward, like I'm expecting something. Where do I come up with this stuff?

A/N: Not my best work ever, and kind of short, but whatevs. Its late and I just want to get this up and not stretch it out any longer. REVIEW!