"Mom… what are you doing here?" Lorelai questioned.
"Well, I am your mother, Lorelai, do I not have the right to see my daughter if I so choose?"
Lorelai sighed. She wished that somehow Emily's rights could be taken away, especially at times like these. "Well, Mom, it's not really a good time right now…"
"It's never a convenient time for you, Lorelai," Emily interrupted. "You always push me out of your life and you only want to see me when you need something. Suddenly, it's convenient."
"Mom, that's…"
"Are you going to invite me in, Lorelai, or should I stand out here and be shunned by my own flesh and blood?"
Lorelai sighed, and opened the door wider. Emily always had a way of making Lorelai feel guilty, and somehow, Lorelai just couldn't avoid it. Sometimes, scratch that, most of the time, she was extremely dramatic, and Lorelai just couldn't stand it. This was one of those times. She knew Emily would have a fit when she saw who was sitting on her couch, and she knew she wouldn't hear the end of it for a long, long time. But she let Emily in anyway.
"Thank you, Lorelai, how hospitable of you," Emily said sarcastically as she made her way through the door.
Lorelai sent an apologetic glance in Luke's direction. Luke's face turned from one of curiosity to one of frustration. Lorelai had to distract Emily. She wasn't about to lose Luke after so much progress. She searched for a diversion as Luke tried to act as normal as possible.
"Uh, Mom, why don't you have a seat in the kitchen, we can talk there. Can I get you anything to drink?"
It was too late. Emily shot a disapproving stare at Luke. The tension in the room was unbearable, and it was obvious that Luke was extremely uncomfortable.
"What is the diner man doing here? What gives him the right to be here? Lorelai Gilmore, I demand to know what's going on."
"Mrs. Gilmore…" Luke started, standing up and walking toward Emily.
"Excuse me, but I believe the question was directed to my daughter. Lorelai, what is going on?"
Lorelai giggled nervously. "Well, uh, Mom, he has a name, and it's Luke Danes. And… why don't we all have a seat in the kitchen, and we can all have a nice little chat, okay?"
Emily grabbed Lorelai's arm, stopping her from entering the kitchen. Her angry eyes remained on Luke the entire time.
"Ow! Mom!" Lorelai shrieked as she rubbed the injured area.
"Lorelai, are you aware that your relationship with Christopher has just ended?" Emily questioned.
Lorelai sighed. "Yes, Mom, I believe I signed and dated the necessary paperwork to make that official," she replied.
Luke tried again to calm Emily down. "Look, why don't we all go into the kitchen and we can explain what is going on. I'm sure Lorelai…"
"You're sure Lorelai what? If you were sure about anything regarding my daughter, you certainly wouldn't have treated her with such disrespect in the final few days of your relationship!"
Lorelai could tell Luke was getting angry. She debated separating the two, but she knew she eventually had to stand up to her mother.
"Mom! Look, it takes two people to have a disagreement in a relationship, and Luke and I are trying to patch things up, so we can be civil again…"
"Well, obviously things are civil enough for him to be sitting on your couch canoodling!" Emily shouted.
"Mrs. Gilmore, I don't think you're being fair to me or to Lorelai right now. Nothing funny is going on here, and…"
Lorelai put her hand on Luke's arm, trying to give him a sign that she was okay. But he wanted to defend her. It was frustrating, watching Emily tear Lorelai's attempt at calm reasoning apart.
"If you think I'm not being fair, I think you should go take a look in the mirror, diner boy!" Emily shot back.
"That's enough! Mom, I can't have you insulting Luke like this, I really do not appreciate it. He doesn't deserve this treatment, and frankly, neither do I. Now I'd really love it if you told me why you came here, so we can attend to business and go our separate ways," Lorelai insisted.
"Lorelai Gilmore, that is no way to speak to your mother. If you choose to set your standards so low, and to rush into a relationship doomed from the start, that's fine with me. Goodbye, Lorelai. We can discuss whatever we need to at Friday night dinner, as now is obviously so inconvenient for you," Emily huffed. She turned around and walked out the door.
Lorelai and Luke breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief and made their way into the living room once again. The silence was becoming awkward, but they both took it in for a few moments. It was good to have a peaceful moment, after what they just went through.
"I am so, so, so sorry Luke. I had no idea she was coming, and I didn't expect her to say those things, obviously," Lorelai apologized.
"It's not your fault, Lorelai, it's just… I hate that woman with a burning passion," Luke started.
"Burn, baby, burn! Luke rant… go!"
"She's evil, she's manipulative, a perfectionist, a drama queen, and any other negative word in the dictionary. Just the name… Emily Gilmore. Ugh, it just gives me the creeps when I hear it!"
"Yeah, imagine spending your early years being shaped by this woman," Lorelai added.
"Must have been a disaster. I mean, I'm a grown man, Lorelai, and I am somewhat intimidated by what she thinks… is that wrong?"
Lorelai tried to hold back laughter. "Uh, a little bit. I don't care what she thinks of me, and I just try to let it roll off. Sometimes, it works better than other times. You want something to eat?"
Luke grunted. "And the thing is… she comes up with all these arguments as to why I'm scum, and it's so hard to fight back! I'm not witty like you are. How do I defend myself?"
"Well, Luke, I don't really know what to say…"
"I mean, Jeez! I'm an adult, with free will, and I can do whatever the heck I want!"
"You go, Luke!" Lorelai pumped her fist.
"I can go out whenever I want, I can have a beer if I want to, I can take a day off of the diner if I feel like it. I can even do this if I want to!"
Luke leaned in and kissed Lorelai.