SUMMARY: What's happens after the season finale of Gilmore Girls

SUMMARY: What's happens after the season finale of Gilmore Girls? Read about the summer here!
RATING: PG-13.
DISCLAIMER: The WB owns the characters, not me. I'm just using them to write a story.

I'm sorry it took so long you guys. Next time, I'll try to be quicker. By the way, people, bear with the current couple status, for they might change, just be patient. Thank you all for reviewing, but tell me what you don't like, so I can try to change it. Thanks - BennyGirl

Chapter 3

"Your finals are officially over. Tomorrow is not a mandatory day even though it is only Friday, however we advise you are to come by and find out what your grades are. Have a lovely summer and work hard on your required reading, essays, and other assignments. We'll see you in September," the headmaster finished his assembly and the students filed out of the auditorium.

Looking around, Tristan saw Rory. He ran over to her and grabbed her arm. Looking for an excuse to why he was talking to her, he spotted her yearbook in her hand. "Mary, I don't believe I signed your yearbook! You weren't going to leave without letting me, were you?" He snatched it before she could protest scribbled a note and signed his name with a flourish.

"You coming tomorrow?" he asked Rory.

"No, I'm done for the year."

"Me, too. Wanna ride home? Maybe we can get something to eat on the way home to celebrate," Tristan suggested.

"I don't think so," Rory replied, shaking her head. "Tristan, you know I'm back together with Dean. Don't make this a big deal like you did when I said no to the concert. Have a nice summer." And with that she took back her yearbook, turned around, and walked away.

Unlike most days, Rory Gilmore didn't have to take the bus home that day. Lorelai came to get her, and she also planned to get some inviting out of the way. Rory was leaving for Martha's Vineyard in four days, and she hadn't even asked Max to come stay with her. 'Well, he'd be done teaching, so he should be able to come,' she thought to herself. 'Besides, I couldn't ask him while he was still working, that would be… It would be bad,' she reasoned. She knew that she was just scared, though. Lorelai hadn't spoken to Max about his proposal, even. He knew she was thinking about it, and he also knew it wouldn't help to push her about making a decision.

Lorelai pushed the door open into Max Medina's room. From previous times coming to Chilton, she knew better than to kiss him, but she figured that as the year was over, she could at least give him a hug. He smiled and she back at him.

"How is the Daisy King today?" she asked, squeezing his hand.

"Quite rosy, thank you. You excited that summer is upon you?" he answered.

"Very. Now, time for a little seriousness, and no interruptions. About summer." Lorelai paused, fumbling over her words a little, and even a little embarrassed to be asking him. She got the feeling that she had oh so often gotten in seventh grade, when she really wanted to dance with a guy, so she asked him. Keeping her eyes diverted from his, she said, "Rory's going to Martha's Vineyard on Monday with my parents and her friend Lane for a week. I was thinking that, maybe, if you want to, you could come stay in Stars Hollow with me, at my house, to see how such arrangements could work out. You know, if there was a positive answer to a certain question." She looked at him, and was greatly relieved to see him smile at her.

"I would love to come. You want me to stay for the entire week?" he asked, hoping that she did.

"Yeah, if you want to."

"You know I do." For a minute they both forgot their lesson from the last Chilton experience, but Lorelai got herself after only a couple of minutes. Pulling away from his arms she said, "I'll see you on Monday. Come at ten and you can drive Rory and Lane to my parent's house with me." Max nodded and stared after her, a confident look on his face, but maybe, a little too confident.

Seeing her daughter, Lorelai ran up to her and hugged her, nearly making Rory drop the piles of books and things she was holding. "He said yes," Lorelai whispered in her ear. Without even asking who or what to, Rory knew what she was talking about. She told her mom what great news it was, because now she didn't feel so bad about leaving her for a week.

As they to walk to the car, Lorelai asked, "What are all these books and notebooks? Homework over the summer?"

"Definitely," Rory answered, giggling. "Chilton's greatest fear is that its students' intellectual minds will somehow get bored or put on sleep mode while they aren't in class, so they're supplying enough work to last me every free waking hour. I believe I have eight books to read and write essays on, a forty-page packet for both Spanish and French, as well as math that we're somehow supposed to figure out. Thankfully, science is just to write up a lab report on the constellation's moving track. Do you know anything about constellations?"

"Don't look at me!" Lorelai replied, shrugging a bit. They both laughed.

Although Rory didn't know it, as her mother and her were walking down the hall, a secretive pair of blue eyes were watching her, and when the pair of girls disappeared from his view, the blue eyes and blond buzzed hair turned away to start his summer vacation. Joy, he thought sarcastically, walking to his expensive sports car.

In the car, two Lorelais started a rather serious discussion.

"Mom," Rory asked. " Do you think it's strange, or even depressing, that my first real faraway vacation isn't with you?"

Lorelai, actually touched, replied, "Yeah, but you know what? I'm glad you get to go. Just think, you're going to Martha's Vineyard with your best friend! Now here's a question for you. Do you seriously not care that Max is going to come stay with me for a week and that this week is probably going to be the deciding portion to the 1,000 daisy proposal he so professionally gave? "

"I care a lot, Mom. But you know what? I think it's good for you guys to do this. You know, you'll get a real taste of how your life would be. You'd go to work in the day, come home, get some coffee, somehow get dinner, watch TV or something; it'd be your life if you married him. The only thing that this arrangement wouldn't answer is how I'd fit in, and we can always figure that out later if this works out. You have to do it. You know what else you have to do, introduce him to Grandma and Grandpa. They deserve to know, as you're so serious."

"Well, then you'll be very proud of me. He's coming with us when I drive you and Lane to my parents house," Lorelai said, almost mischievously, as she got out of the car. Rory didn't care though, because she saw Dean at their house, however he wasn't in the trees.

"Hey, Dean," Rory said, running over to him and started kissing him. Like the good mother that she was, Lorelai looked away.

"Rory, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to celebrate, as today was your last day of school. Maybe we could go to a movie and dinner, Pearl Harbor's supposed to be good. [Author's note: is it good? Let me know.] You know, just something that'll really start your summer off."

"Okay. Mom?" Rory asked, obediently. Of course, Lorelai said yes, she just reminded Rory that tomorrow was their day to go to crazy things. As Rory went upstairs to go change out of her uniform, Lorelai said good night and set off to Luke's for some coffee.

Rory came outside in a little flower skirt, a reddish shirt, and white shoes. Her cheeks were naturally red from being excited and her eyes just seemed to be even a deeper, clearer blue. Although he also thought it when he saw her, he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked when she had only spent about five seconds on herself. He smiled and opened the door for her. However, when he got in next to her, they didn't start driving. Dean reached over and pulled Rory's head towards his and started kissing her. Closing her eyes, Rory had kissed him back. Dean pulled her towards him, bringing her into his seat, and thoroughly deepening the kiss. He rubbed her lower back with his hand and let himself get a little carried away with kissing. Rory stopped him, and rested her chin on his chest, smiling shyly up at him.

"How about that movie now?" she asked, sliding back into her own seat.

Dean sighed. Even though Rory and he had been going out for quite sometime, and twice, she always stopped him before they ever really got into something. He didn't mind all that much, but sometimes he wished she would just let him get into his feelings, and not stop him when some crazy tongue got started. She usually allowed him to go that far, but never farther. He knew she was just scared, it had taken weeks before she'd even call him her boyfriend before, but he really wished she would let them go a little farther. It's not like sleeping together was the next step! He started the car and looked at Rory and her puzzled face. He put on a fake smile and took off for Hartford, the place with the real theater and restaurants.

Rory felt a little bad that she pulled away. But still, she just wasn't ready, and it was her right not to be. She loved Dean, she really did, and he knew she did, but call it immature, she wasn't ready to move onto the next step after hockey wars in her mouth.

They had a nice time at the movies. Since it was excellent, [Author's Note: again, let me know, is it?] there was no need for any kissing, which solved the problem for the moment, but both of them knew that it would arise again when they got back in the car. They were right. On the street outside Rory's driveway, Dean stopped the engine. Both of them leaned in at met at the center. Rory tried to think positively to herself. 'Come on,' she reasoned, 'this is the guy I love, he wouldn't do anything wrong.' Because of her decision, it was through her own moves that she ended up in his seat, and she welcomed the entrance of his tongue next to hers. She even fought back with her own tongue, and both enjoyed it. She was brought up short however, when she felt Dean's hand on her bare stomach and slowly moving upward.

Rory pulled away faster than a blink and said quite strongly, "No, Dean."

"Rory…" he muttered, frustrated. "We've known each other so long, and we both love one another. There's no harm, just let me show my feelings."

"Dean, I'm just not ready. Drive me home." As she left his car, going up her front steps, she never looked back at him. She opened the door, walked in, and closed it again. Dean silently cursed himself for making the move. He promised himself that he'd find her before she left, and talk to her before she left.

Lorelai walked into 'William's Hardware' also known as Luke's. Luke looked up and did his, 'I'm almost smiling' thing and welcomed her in. Even without her asking, he poured her a cup of coffee. Surprised, Lorelai teased him about it until her responded that she'd better watch it or he might just take it away. Lorelai laughed and ordered, "the largest cheeseburger he had." Luke shook his head as he walked away to get it.

The diner was empty when Lorelai finished, so Luke sat down to join her.

"Where's Rory tonight?" he asked.

"With Dean."

"Oh, that's nice. Doesn't she have school tomorrow?"

"Nope, she's done. We're planning on doing something crazy tomorrow. Any suggestions? I was kind of thinking of changing all the price signs in Taylor's store and then watching every James Dean movie ever made. What do you think?" Lorelai asked. Her excitement startled Luke, because he wondered if they'd actually do it.

"Sounds perfect, like you don't need any more suggestions! Did you figure out what you're going to do while Rory's in Martha's Vineyard?"

Lorelai looked at Luke, wondering if she should tell him her plan. She decided she might as well; after all, he'd find out soon anyway. "Yeah, I think I did. Max is going to come stay with me for the week."

Luke had noticed her hesitation before she answer, but he hadn't expected this. He was flabbergasted. "Max, funny Max, the guy who came to the town meeting Max. Here? In Stars Hollow? Staying at your house? Does Rory know this?!? I can't believe you would do something like that to her feelings!"

"Luke, it was her idea! She suggested I do this. I think it's a good idea, I'd like to know how we could ever work out." Lorelai stopped and shook her head in confusion. "What's wrong?" She couldn't understand he being so upset.

"I guess I was just surprised, and I didn't realize you two are so serious about each other." Luke forced a smile. "I'm excited for you. I mean, you deserve a good relationship."

"Well, if everything's okay, would it be okay if I bring him in here sometimes. After all, your coffee is the best."

"Definitely. Anytime."

Lorelai started to stand up. "I would offer to help you do dishes, but that's why I come here, to avoid dishes. So instead, I will merely entertain you with my wit and charm as you wash."

They had a very fun time, throwing soapsuds at one another and stuff, but as Lorelai walked home, Luke wished he'd just have spoken up already. He could feel that although she didn't say anything, his time to was drawing to a close.

To Be Continued…