Potential Good Company

Dean wasn't interested in more than a one night stand with Rory, much to her devastation. Deciding not to let it destroy her, she goes back to Yale and lets loose a little by spending a night with a random guy, Colin. Things get complicated, though, when she meets his friend Logan and they fall into an awkward threesome.

PS: Takes place in season five.

PS2: Plenty of sexual situations.

PS3: Bad language (I think Paris would have a dirty mouth for one).

PS4: I came to the conclusion I don't care for Dean, so some bashing ahead.

PS5: This does eventually feature a threesome. Don't like it, don't agree with it, don't read it.

Notes:

"Words" – regular conversation

'Words' – quotes and such, thoughts too

Chapter 0037: Speak Such Alien Words

"I still don't see how you even function with so much coffee in you, Gilmore" – Colin teased as he pulled her in a quick kiss before they exited her dorm.

"You just said it all, McCrae, I'm a Gilmore. My grandma drinks a lot of coffee too, you know"

"No I don't, and I'd thank you if you didn't mention how you're like your grandma"

"No grandma complex there?" – she teased back, giving him a mischievous grin.

"None whatsoever, thank you. Finn's the one who likes women of all ages"

"Yes, as evidenced by his continuous flirtation with Miss Patty, who, by the way, might just crush him one of these days"

"I have no doubt, and I hope someone gets it on tape"

"I'll ask my mom or Luke" – she winked and laughed as she pulled him down for another kiss.

The laughter died as soon as she opened the door and they came across a man ready to knock. His face, already messed up, turned sorrowful and awkward in the face of Rory, whom Colin could sense more than see was not happy at all by the guy's presence.

"Hey, kiddo" – the man greeted with fake enthusiasm.

"Hey" – she replied coldly. The man shifted in place and handed her the rather large coffee. His eyes flickered to Colin confusedly before settling on the girl again.

"So, hum, I was wondering if you had time right now so we could, hum, talk a little"

"Now?" – Rory scoffed and wow, okay, Colin didn't know who this girl was, but it was so not the Rory Gilmore he knew – "I'm busy" – she motioned to her companion, who nodded at the man.

"Oh. I'm– I'm sorry for just showing up, I didn't..." – he trailed off and sighed – "I should've called"

"Yes, you should have"

"Please, can we just talk a little? Please?"

"I can't right now, I have plans and classes to get to" – she forcefully grabbed Colin's hand – "We can talk later" – but she wouldn't look at him, though Colin saw the devastation in the man's face, so open and broken he was pretty sure that was why Rory wouldn't look at him.

"Hey, Gilmore, hum, we don't have to–" – he tried, gently, but the girl squeezed his hand, hard.

"We'll talk later" – she mumbled to the man, brushing past him brusquely, leaving Colin just a moment to close the door behind him as she pulled him with her. He made an effort not to look back at the man.

Rory walked like a woman on a mission, and while usually Colin would've found it hot as hell, it was pretty disconcerting how cold she'd acted. He didn't think she had it in her at all. Finally, she stopped near a coffee cart and sat, dragging him with her. She sipped the coffee and grimaced.

"Not good?" – Colin asked tentatively, enjoying the warmth of her hand in his.

"It's just how I like it" – she answered slowly, drinking some more.

"So... Can I ask who that guy was?" – she looked down and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I guess. That's just... It's my dad"

Okay, that was... Shocking, actually. Really, really shocking. Her dad? Ever since they met, she'd barely mentioned her father, making Colin think that she was likely not in contact with him But apparently, she just did not want to talk to the dude.

"You two don't, ah, talk much?" – she shook her head.

"Not really" – she said softly – "Last time we talked, I kind of... I kind of fought with him"

"What about?"

"My mom. And him being... Well, him" – she snorted – "My mom would say that he was just being Christopher"

"That sucks" – she shrugged.

"I guess. I'm sort of used to it, he's always been like this, a little... Inconsiderate, I guess"

Colin sensed that this was Rory letting him into her world, so he shut up and entwined their fingers and gave a squeeze.

"He was never there, you know. He was always just... Coming and going, he never stayed with us long enough for me to– I don't know. And then he came again and he promised me he wouldn't screw up with mom and he did, and he hurt her, he hurt us, and he never apologized, you know?" – her voice cracked a little and fuck, Colin wanted to punch that guy – "And then he just comes out of nowhere and has the gall to ask mom for help with Gigi! So I told him to call me and not mom if he ever had another emergency with her, and that's pretty much the last time we talked. Well, plus once more, but it was pretty much just the same conversation again" – she took a large gulp of her coffee, grimaced and threw it away on the trashcan right beside her.

Okay, that was... Not very helpful, but Colin thought he got the gist of it. Rory grew up being disappointed by her absent father, and when he bailed yet again, the hurt remained, and when he tried to get back in her (their, with Lorelai always in the package, it seemed) life, she fought back. And now, her father came to Yale from wherever it was that he lived, though Colin guessed close enough, looking like he'd been dragged through the mud in a storm. Shit couldn't be good. Also–

"Who's Gigi?" – he asked, latching onto what seemed like the least offensive part of her speech. From the way her face hardened, he knew he'd though wrong.

"She's my– She's my half–sister, I guess"

"You guess?" – she sighed.

"She IS my half–sister, she's two, I think, and a while back, her mom, Sheri, picked up and left her with dad" – she snorted – "That girl has the worst luck. At least I had mom, she has no one" – she frowned – "I think I really do have a class right now"

"Skip it" – Colin quickly said. She looked at him with horrified wide eyes – "C'mon, do you think you're gonna be able to focus on class right now?" – she looked down.

"No, I guess not. Wait, don't you have class right now?"

"I already skipped on an entire year, Gilmore, what's a couple more classes? C'mon, we'll do anything you want. What do you want to do?"

"I really want to not think right now, about anything" – she replied after a beat, looking straight ahead. He didn't know if she meant she wanted him to screw her brains out, or get her blackout drunk, or what. What could she meant.

"Wanna go shopping?" – he heard himself ask, almost like he was watching a movie 'cause damn if that thought had NOT gone through his head. Shopping? The hell. Rory seemed to share the sentiment if the way she finally turned and stared at him was any indication.

"You want to go shopping?" – she asked, her voice thick with doubt. And, okay, he'd heard himself, okay, it was preposterous. No, that was a shitty idea.

"Sure" – wait, what. Shit, shit. Abort plan, abort, abort.

"Do you seriously want to go shopping with me?"

"I want to take you shopping, yes" – by the love of God, who the hell was making him say these things?!

"If you're sure..." – she said, still clearly dubious. Colin didn't know what face he was making, but it was probably not helping the case his mouth was making.

"I'm sure" – he said, and it was him speaking. He had to take some responsibility for the being who spoke for him, after all.

It was the right call, anyway, because Rory smiled tentatively and kissed his cheek fondly.

"Okay. Thank you" – she said softly, and her eyes sparkled and, of course, he was only so strong, so he captured her lips and didn't let go for several minutes.

He got up and became the dragger before he went with his dick's idea to hump her leg right then and there.

The mall was surprisingly busy in the middle of the day on a weekday, Colin found, not that he spent much time in malls in the first place, of course. But he was with Gilmore, and that was always a pleasant experience, especially the way they kept holding hands, and she pulled him in every direction with the delight and excitement of a child seeing everything for the first time. She even insisted he have some of her pretzel, and okay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it might be. Her bright smile made everything worthwhile, though.

"I don't even know what to look for, really" – she confessed as they rode the escalator – "I bought all that stuff last time" – she pinked a little.

"I for one think that you can never have enough underwear for me to rip off you, Gilmore" – he said with a filthy smirk that only made her blush further – "But all kidding aside, seriously, my card is yours for the taking, and besides all the underwear, you have hardly taken advantage of it" – they got off the escalator and walked aimlessly and slowly.

"Well, it's your card"

"I think we've had this talk before"

"I know, but I still don't feel comfortable"

"Well, we could get you some stuff for future LDB events, if you want"

"Oh. Wait, are they always black tie?"

"Not always, but more often than not, yeap. I've a few tuxes and suits just for the LDB, seriously"

"That doesn't surprise me at all" – she smiled and kissed him.

"Maybe some nice, skin tight dresses"

"That hardly seems black tie"

"Well, we don't have to buy just black tie stuff. I wouldn't mind ripping a dress off you once in a while"

"And where would I possibly wear something like what you're suggesting, Mr. McCrae?"

"You know, we do throw parties that aren't official LDB events" – he pointed out.

"Sorry to say, though, but skin tight is not my style" – and it so wasn't, as hot as she would undeniably look, but it was fun to rile her up.

"I guess. But seriously, if you want a whole new wardrobe, just say the word, Gilmore"

"I think not, McCrae" – she gave him a mildly embarrassed and guarded look.

"Hey" – he pulled her into an empty corner and kissed her breathlessly – "I know it's weird for you, but it is just money for my dad, I don't give much of a fuck, and neither does he, not really anyway"

"I don't want a new wardrobe" – she mumbled, pulling him down heatedly. Damnit, wrong place for a boner.

"Maybe just a couple of stuff with easy access" – he teased, pulling away. She giggled.

"I don't think I've ever even heard of a guy so eager to have a woman use his card so loosely"

"What can I say? You've fucked me hard enough that I might've gotten a concussion" – she blushed wildly and slapped his arm a couple of times.

"Colin!" – she hissed in a scandalized tone, looking around.

"Hey, it's true" – he leaned to whisper in her ear – "You can fuck me like that any time though, Gilmore" – she huffed and hit him again.

"I don't want to talk to you right now" – but she remained in his arms.

"Wanna find an empty bathroom and have a quickie?"

"Shut up" – her lips said one thing, but her eyes definitely said 'fuck yeah'. He decided, however, to play along.

"C'mon, Gilmore, let's get shopping" – he smirked at the disappointment that flashed across her eyes, and pulled her with him – "So, wanna go to Victoria's Secret now or later?"

"As long as you let me try things alone"

"Can't make any promises, but I think it'll be best if I have you all alone when you're trying underwear on" – he leaned into her ear again – "So I can fuck your brains out" – she shivered a little and Colin tingled in anticipation, knowing that the next time they had sex, if would be one for the books.

Colin boldly walked into Victoria's Secret, despite Rory's spluttering, and shamelessly picked things out for her. Some she mumbled she had already gotten and he just hadn't seen them, but some others made her almost glow she blushed so deeply when he pointed at them. She hastily grabbed everything he picked out and told him to stay put and not bother her as she tried everything on.

While looking around, now bored, Colin was startled when someone called his name.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Stacy" – he said, his legs getting ready to run off.

"Colin" – the stunning, leggy dirty blond girl in front of him said, her smile as perfected as her make–up – "So nice to see you!" – she made to kiss his cheek but he expertly leaned away from it. He gave her a wide shit eating grin as she quickly hid her grimace behind a wall of pleasantness.

Stacy Harkness. God, he hadn't thought about her in... A long time, since before he took off the year before. Had it been that long since he'd seen that beautiful but layered face? And those particularly nice breasts?

"How are you?" – she asked, flipping her hair as she always did. Some things never change.

"I'm good. Yourself?"

"Wonderful" – she stepped into his bubble a little and holy fuck, he hadn't had another girl so close to him since he met Gilmore, and it was... Weird – "I've missed you, you know" – she said in her best seductive voice.

"Have you?"

"Of course. How could I not?"

"Like this" – he shrugged quite obviously, and her mask cracked for a moment. No one could say Colin McCrae couldn't be a little shit when he chose to. In fact, he could definitely recall several people calling him that over the years.

"So, how have you been?"

"Awesome" – he said dryly – "And you, Stacy? Still humping your way through society?" – she narrowed her eyes and looked about ready to rip his face off.

"I see you still have as much tact as always"

"You know, sadly tact is something one cannot buy"

"Not that you ever would"

"I wouldn't. Not for your sake, anyway"

"Why are you always such an asshole?"

"It's just your eyes, Stacy. I am perfectly nice to everyone else, you can ask all of my friends"

"How lovely that I'm the only one you treat like a piece of trash" – he clicked his tongue.

"That's way too easy, I'm not even going to touch that one"

"And how are your little friends?"

"I only have one little friend, I don't know what guys you've met but" – he shrugged and grinned far too innocently for anyone to take him seriously. The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Colin could tell her perfect mask was back on. She smiled coyly at him and slid a hand down his arm.

"But seriously, I have missed you, so much" – she said softly.

"Sorry, but I haven't at all" – he replied, and took her hand off him pointedly.

"You're not still mad about what happened, are you?"

"If I'm still mad about–? You might need to remind me, I honestly don't know what you're talking about"

"Colin, please be serious"

"I am being serious. Don't flatter yourself, Stacy"

"I know you're still mad" – she insisted – "You're the one who said we weren't serious"

"Oh, wait, I think I remember now" – he snapped his fingers – "Did you slip and fall in another guy's dick?"

"Don't be crass"

"Sorry, that's all I have to offer today. But seriously, Trace, what do you want?"

"I want to try again. I know we can be good together, if you commit to me" – he stared at her.

"If I– You've got to be shitting me. If I commit? Me?" – she shrugged.

"You're the one who wouldn't label us"

"There was hardly an 'us', we were both sleeping with other people"

"So why were you mad about that one guy?"

"You know damn well why, don't pretend to be stupid, 'cause we both know you're far from it" – he hissed, getting a little pissed.

"C'mon, you know I can make it up to you" – she whispered, putting a well manicured hand on his face, and man, she still looked damn hot.

"Trace–"

He almost fell for it, yet again, but then he spotted a snow white two piece underwear with really familiar garter belts and all thoughts of bucking to Stacy's charms melted away and his mind stepped back into the present. Rory was in a changing room trying on a bunch of sexy underwear just for him. After their shopping trip, he was going to try to persuade her into having wall breaking, life altering sex while she wore something he'd picked for her.

"Sorry, Trace" – he finally said, looking at the truly stunning, and now stunned, girl in front of him – "But I can't. I'm actually here with someone"

"Here?" – she looked around, as if finally noticing what kind of store they were chatting in – "Who, Juliet, Stephanie?" – she snorted.

"Neither"

"Finn decided to dress as a woman"

"... He's done that already actually, but no"

"Can't be Logan"

"And it's really not Logan"

"Then who the fuck–"

"Colin?" – Rory called out hesitantly. He whirled around and found her standing in front of the changing room holding the pieces he'd picked.

"Hey" – he ignored Stacy's burning gaze and walked over to Rory – "Everything fit alright?" – he asked slyly, but her eyes were clearly on Stacy.

"Yes" – she answered quietly, eyes turning to him and into the floor.

Okay, shit.

"We should pay for these. Unless you wanna look at something else...?" – she shook her head, clutching her bag tightly. Shit. Shit. Shit – "Good to see you, Trace" – he said as he rushed with Rory to the cashiers.

Rory's silence as he paid and they walked out the store was disturbing. Had she heard any of his conversation to Stacy? Had she seen–? Even when he tried to start a conversation with her, it just fell flat as she ignored him, her gaze always down.

Their shopping spree started and ended at Victoria's Secret because Rory remained mostly unresponsive the entire time after, refusing to let him take her hand and barely responding to his questions. When they got back to Yale, she all but rushed out of his car, leaving her bags behind in a deliberate manner.

Well. Fuck. So much for spending a great day with Gilmore.

And no, Stacy doesn't particularly return. Much. I think. She's not that important (so far). Well. Anyway.

I'd like to take a second to thank everyone for all the comments and reviews, and I am trying to work on writing shit faster, but I'm at a tough point now, so... It's all downhill with the drama and the "plot" now (now that I'm writing not now this chapter).

The next few chapters follow-up on the Hayden drama, and continuous about the Cory fight.