Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. I just have a very fertile imagination. This is my take on what could have happened if Rory realized, before Tristan left, that she wanted him to kiss her goodbye. I decided to change the rating just to be on the safe side. Enjoy.

Logan watched the mother-daughter duo drive away, and turned to enter the Gilmore Mansion. That's when he saw Tristan standing guard at the door, a sour look on his face. This should be fun! He thought. It was obvious to him that there was something going on between Tristan and Rory, and he would be damned if he didn't get a good laugh messing with them. He did nothing to suppress the sly smile in his face, and walked up to the door.

"Get out!" Tristan said, his hands clenched at his side. He was trying really hard to keep his voice down and not hit him over and over again, to wipe that smile from his face. He really hated those guys.

"Didn't know you got gig as a doorman, DuGrey. What, your parents are not giving you enough money, now?"

"Get out, Huntzberger. You have no business here." He repeated, his voice a bit lower than before.

"I was invited. My parents are inside." Logan told him, enunciating the words as if he was talking to a kid. "And my business is my own. Don't get your panties in a twist just because I was hitting on your girlfriend. Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry, I forgot she's not your girlfriend." He grinned. It was too easy pushing his buttons.

"But I have to say, jealousy is not a good color for you, man."

"I'm gonna spell it really slow so maybe you will get it this time. Get. Out. And get the hell away from Rory too." Tristan threatened him, not really caring that most of the party, the Gilmore's included, were watching from the foyer the two of them having it out.

"Now, why would I get away from Rory. She's a smart, beautiful little thing. She's a constant surprise, she's a hell of a writer, and we actually do have a lot in common. I was thinking about asking her out for some time now. She even introduced me to her mother tonight."

"She's too good for you, Huntzberger. And she's taken. So, I'm telling you again, get the hell away from my girlfriend." Tristan said, not really noticing that the cat was out of the bag now.

"You said she was not your girlfriend." Logan grinned. He heard Emily Gilmore take a sharp intake of breath, and just like that the gossip began.

"I lied." Tristan growled, and before his mind could process what he was doing, he took a swing at Logan. Thankfully, he was a lot more drunk than he though he was, and Logan was a lot quicker than he gave him credit for, and he missed.

"Careful, DuGrey. You try that again, and I'll not think twice before punching you back. You're making a scene." Logan drawled. "I suggest you go after your girlfriend, before she hears it from her grandparents that you tried to start a fight.

Tristan chose that particular time to sober up, and as he turned around, he saw the people gathered in the foyer, watching their discussion. He caught his grandfather' eyes, and saw that he was more than displeased with all that had transpired. He mumbled an apology for the Gilmore's, shook his head at his grandfather, who was starting to walk towards him, cursed all the scotch he had to drink, and decided it was best if he was left alone.

Lynn tried to go after him, but Logan stopped her at the door. If the fight itself did nothing to ruin Tristan and Rory's relationship, him leaving with Lynn would certainly bury it.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you. He's in enough trouble as it is." Logan told Lynn. They were old acquaintances, ever since Lynn's sister and his own sister Honor went to school together.

"I had no idea they were seeing each other. Mrs Gilmore insisted that they were just friends. Tristan told me tonight that he was seeing someone, but he never told me it was Rory. Oh my. She must have seen us talking." Lynn told Logan.

"They'll figure it out. Right now, I think that the best you could do is walk with me inside, and help me find a sound bottle of scotch." Logan smirked, wrapping his arm around Lynn. "The night's still pretty young, and I haven't seen you in ages.

They passed the Gilmore couple, and Logan strained to hear what they were talking about. Emily Gilmore was livid. She argued a bit more, and stepped aside to use the telephone in the study. He was sure she was about to call Rory. Well, as he said, he would be damned if he didn't mess around with them. He was not lying when he told Tristan that he was going to ask Rory out. To say the truth, he did it a couple of times, and her answer was always the same. She was not interested. Well, he hoped DuGrey was smart enough not to let her walk away.

Meanwhile, Rory and Lorelai were almost home. Lorelai tried a couple of times to get her daughter to talk about Tristan. Or about Logan. But Rory was not ready to talk yet. Every time Lorelai opened her mouth to ask something, Rory would turn the radio on, or change the station, or turn up the volume. The message was clear enough. Lorelai was about to try again when her phone started to ring.

"That's odd!" She said, looking at the caller ID. "Look, it's your grandmother. Why is she calling me? We were just there!"

"Well, aren't you going to answer it?" Rory asked, turning the radio down.

"What could she possibly have to tell me now, that can't wait?"

"Mom, just answer it!"

"Okay. But you'll have to agree it's odd. Right?" Lorelai stalled. She really didn't want to answer the phone. One evening with her mother was more than enough.

"I agree. It's odd. Now answer the phone, before it stops-" She didn't even finish the sentence.

"Ha. It stopped. Now she will have to leave a message, and I can call her next week and say that I didn't get to listen to my messages until then." Lorelai said, triumphantly.

"Or, she'll try again, and scold you because you didn't answer your phone." Rory said, and watched as her mother turned her phone off. "Or you could do just that... "

"Ooh, I know. Let's stop at Sookie's and see if she has leftover cookies or something! Or home-made ice-cream to eat with the pies. Ooh, or whipped cream! She makes the best whipped cream ever." Lorelai said dreamily, putting her phone away for the night.

"Sure. Let's do that! I could use some ice-cream right now." Rory said.

Sure enough, their stop over at Sookie's left them filled with goodies to carry home. They left the bags on the kitchen table, and while Lorelai sorted through their movies for something to see, Rory decided to check her messages. She had 5 missed calls on her phone, and she wondered how many her mother would have. Well, she'd get to them in the morning. She saw that the light was blinking on their answering machine. She pressed play, and was about to come into the living room, where her mother was sitting on the floor, when her grandmother's voice in the answering machine stopped her dead in her tracks.

"LORELAI LEIGH GILMORE, WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE SEEING THAT BOY? "