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.
Rory was unable to move. She just stood there, frozen to the spot, listening to her grandmother yelling at her through the phone. She felt her mother's hand on her shoulders, guiding her to the living room sofa, and was forced to sit down. She couldn't believe it. What the hell did Tristan do at that damn party? She heard the words "fight" and "Logan" and "disappointment" and tried to tune out the rest of it.
She couldn't understand what went wrong, from the minute that she exited that pantry, after the endless make-out session, and now. One minute they are together, and the next she's feeling sick to her stomach watching him with Lynn, dealing with Logan and hearing about a fight between the two blond boys.
While Emily Gilmore's voice was still echoing through the house, Lorelai picked up her mobile phone and called her mother. This night was never going to end. As soon as Emily answered the phone, she went into the kitchen and closed the door, to get at least a tiny bit of privacy, but she was so mad that she doubted that the closed-door would help.
Rory flinched every time that she could hear her mother saying her - or Tristan's name, and every time it was accompanied by a very nauseous feeling. The third time it happened, she decided to just go for a walk and let her mother handle this mess. After all, she was an expert when dealing with Emily Gilmore's disappointment.
She didn't go very far. She saw Tristan's car approaching when she was walking down the stairs from the front porch. She waited, arms crossed at her chest and a murdering look on her face, while he parked the car, closed his eyes for a second - surely to think how to get out of it unscathed, and opened the door.
He reached her quickly, with strong, determined steps, and before she could start yelling at him he just took her in his arms and kissed her. Maybe he did have a lot more to drink than he imagined he did. He was still shaking with anger, hearing Logan's voice in his head, saying that he had asked her out countless times. And it made him even madder thinking about what he would do to Rory when she got tired of turning him down and went out with him.
The angrier he got, the fiercer he kissed her. He couldn't get enough of her, not even to enough to calm him down, to counter the effect of Logan's words in his ears. He couldn't understand why the hell he could not keep his temper in check whenever Rory was concerned. Not that she knew it, but this was not the first time that he tried to punch someone because of her, and he was sure that it would not be the last time.
Rory was taken aback at first, when Tristan just kissed her senseless. But after a couple of seconds - or minutes, to say the truth, she pushed him away from her and took a couple of steps back. She could hardly breathe, much less talk. She took a deep breath, trying to get hold of the emotions coursing through her, and almost getting there when she saw those dark blue eyes, full of lust and anger and, she imagined, frustration, piercing through her, and another wave of feelings rushed through her, making her want to be back at his arms again. And of course, it made her even angrier.
"Do not touch me right now!" She said, angrily. But she didn't eve knew if it was him that she was angry with or herself. She shouldn't let him kiss her like that, not until she learned for sure what happened at the party, especially after she left. She nodded, to say that she was serious, and took another step back when took one forward, in her direction. She had to keep the smallest amount of distance between them, before she completely lost her mind.
"I can't. I can't stop touching you, I can't stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I just can't. I can't get enough of you, I can't get you out of my head for a second, even when I'm right next to you." He said. "I get angry just by thinking about all those guys - especially Huntzberger - coming on to you, trying to date you, while I'm all the way in Washington DC. I hate having to lie to my grandfather, I hate having to sneak around to kiss you at your grandparents house, and I definitely hate having to see them trying to set you up. I hate it, and I won't do it anymore." Tristan said, and gave her no warning, no time to take another step back, away from him. He grabbed her arm, pulling her into his body and dove in for a second kiss.
Rory was left feeling reeling for a second time, after hearing Tristan ranting about her, that she didn't even see that second kiss coming. If she did, she would have been able to stop it. She hated to feel that she had no control of her emotions, or her response to Tristan. She couldn't help it. Even when she was in total control of her abilities, he had the power to undo her. Like right now. She fought the kiss, when she came to her senses, for half a second, but immediately gave in, when she felt Tristan strengthen his hold on her, and deepen even more the kiss. She forgot all about being mad at him, for talking to Lynn at the party, for fighting to Logan, and for the angry Emily Gilmore call that she was sure was his doing.
She would have stood there kissing him forever, if her mother hadn't showed up looking for her. They both jumped apart when they head the door being slammed close. Tristan was trying to catch his breath and regain control of his body's reaction to kissing Rory. He could imagine that, as liberal Lorelai was, she would not refrain from killing him right now, if she knew what he was thinking about doing to her only daughter. And Rory, Rory was trying to understand what the hell happened to her.
"Well, I can see that you two lovebirds have made up, and while I think it's all good and all, I still have a very angry Emily Gilmore on the phone, wanting to yell a little bit more at my daughter for lying to her. And I don't think that she would find it as amusing as I do, seeing you two kissing like that in the middle of the street." She ranted, in a very Gilmore Girl fashion.
If looks could kill, the two teenagers would be dead. They were both speechless. Lorelai knew that Tristan would show up at their door before the night was over, but she wasn't expecting to see them going at it like that in less than ten minutes. She imagined that her daughter would at least chew him a little for getting her into trouble. Or demand an explanation about that girl he was talking to. She knew that they would make up, they loved each other, and they had already lost a lot of time apart, lying to themselves and to each other. But that didn't mean that she wanted to see them doing that. She figured that Rory would send him on his way, and talk to him in the morning.
"Well?" Lorelai asked again, motioning for the phone in her hand.
"I'll talk to her, mom. It was my idea after all..." Rory said, thinking that it was the perfect excuse to stay away from Tristan for a couple of seconds. She was still reeling from the kiss, when it downed on her what he had said. I hate it, and I won't do it anymore. What the hell was that? Did that mean that he was breaking up with her? Did he think it was too hard, too much trouble to do the whole long-distance thing? She knew it, right from the beginning, that it would never work. And now, she had no one to blame but herself for all the heartache that she was going to have to endure.