"So you're flight comes in at 5. Terminal B2. Flight 235?" Rory confirmed the information she had written down on the legal pad in front of her. Tristan read over her shoulder, as he munched on one of the cookies Sookie had sent Rory earlier that day.

"Are my parents gonna be on that flight?" Tristan asked. Rory nodded before continuing her conversation with her mother.

"So Grandpa and Mr. DuGrey are good as new?" Rory asked.

"Well Mr. DuGrey is all back to normal but Grandpa is merely stable enough to return home," Lorelai informed her daughter as she placed her sparkly top in her suitcase.

"Well at least he's improving," Rory said trying to be cheery.

"Always the optimist," Tristan whispered in her other ear and ruffled her hair. Rory smiled in response as she ended her phone conversation.

"So we taking separate cars?" Rory asked as she grabbed a cookie from the almost empty tin.

"Might as well," Tristan shrugged.

"Yeah, you have to take the parents home to Hartford. One of my Grandparents' servants is picking them up so Grandpa can settle in. Although, I plan on spending the afternoon annoying the shit out of him," Rory smirked.

"At least I get a break," Tristan laughed.

"Right, Bible Boy. You are the victim in this relationship. Remind me of that the next time you, call me Mary, make a pass at me, or doing anything Tristan-like," Rory retorted defiantly standing up.

"You mean something like this?" Tristan asked as her backed her into the counter. He then proceeding to lean in way to close as his arms reached around her successfully blocking her in. His lips lightly nibbled on her ear before he repeated, "Something like this?"

"I gotta get ready to go get everybody, "Rory groaned as she felt the blush creep up her cheek signifying Tristan DuGrey once again was winning the war. At least for now she thought.

"That's tomorrow," Tristan informed still invading her personal space. He watched as Rory chewed on her bottom lip.

"Shut up," Rory smacked his shoulder lightly as she continued to chew on her lip.

"I make you nervous, don't I?" Tristan whispered into her ear. His hot breathe tickling her skin.

"NO," Rory lied.

"Then," Tristan started as he lifted his finger to her lips, "What's this?"

"What do you mean?" Rory inquired.

"You always bit your lip when your nervous," Tristan smirked at his knowledge.

"Do not," Rory looked away.

"And you never make eye contact when you're lying," Tristan placed a finger under her chin and guided her face up so their eyes met.

"Well if you think you know me so well," Rory began.

"Then I would know things like that you tuck your hair behind your ear like this," he demonstrated causing Rory tremble under the silkiness of his touch, "When you're thinking or concentrating. That your nostrils flair and you laugh when you're trying to not cry at something sappy in a book or on TV. That you bite you nails when you're afraid," Tristan reached up and pulled her hand away from her mouth, "That you never go a full day without reading something even if it's just the side of the cereal box. That you still sleep with a nightlight. That you have an unique bond with coffee that I'm not even sure God understands, but maybe your mother does."

"Shut up," Rory whispered.

"What?" Tristan was startled at her sudden interruption.

"Shut up already," Rory repeated a little louder. She slowly rose on her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on Tristan's lips, "Thank You."

"The pleasure was mine, Mary" Tristan leaned his forehead against hers before drawing her into his arms in a hug.

"You're a good friend," Rory smiled into his shirt.

"Yeah," Tristan replied as his face fell.

"So, what do you want to do on our last night free of parents?" Rory asked as she pulled herself up onto the counter top and kick her legs playfully at Tristan.

"I can think of a few things," Tristan wiggled his eyebrows as her caught Rory's leg and pulled her body to the edge of the counter where her stood forcing her legs around his hips.

"Go away," Rory pushed her foot against his chest pushing him back a few feet.

"Seriously, how 'bout we just hang out. Dinner and a movie?" Tristan asked.

"Sure." Rory hopped down from the counter.

"I'll be back at 4. You better be ready or else," Tristan said before he grabbed his jacket and headed for the front door.

"Or else what?" Rory asked as she followed him to the door.

"I'm not telling," Tristan smiled than ran to his car and left.

As promised, at four Tristan strolled up the walk to the Gilmore's front porch. Tristan reached the top step when he stopped.

"If it isn't the accountant?" Dean chuckled as he walked toward Tristan.

"Just go away, Dean. I don't wanna fight you. There's nothing to fight about." Tristan turned to the front door and was about to ring the bell.

"She'll only leave you too, you know. She's incapable of loving anyone. But then again you seem pretty lacking in that area as well," The words roll off Dean tongue like draggers. Tristan slowly clenched and unclenched his fists. He descended down the porch steps and stood face to face with Dean.

"You don't know a damn thing about me," Tristan spat out bitterly before adding, "or her."

"Like hell I don't," Dean screamed, "We were together for 6 months not counting the 3 months the first time."

"If you knew her so well, why couldn't you trust her?" Tristan questioned.

"I wasn't wrong, look at you. A dozen white daisies in hand, nice attire. You two have a date? I was right," Dean smiled proudly.

"Whatever. Just stay away or so help me God you will never eat solid food again," Tristan threatened before heading back to the door where Rory was now positioned. Dean walked away defeated as Rory reached a hand out to Tristan and rested her head against his back.

"That went well," Rory finally spoke when Tristan spun around hugging her sadly.

"I'm sorry," Tristan whispered into her hair.

"Don't be, you stood up for me," Rory smiled. Suddenly, Tristan held out the flowers to Rory.

"These are yours," Tristan told her as she led him into the house.

"Good things those aren't yellow," Rory whispered to herself

"Wonderful movie," Rory laughed her voice dripped with sarcasm, "I especially enjoy the part where they slashed that guy then tied him to the bumper of the truck dragging him fifty yards." Rory shuddered at the image that was still fresh in her mind.

"If you have nightmares, you know who to call," Tristan breathed into her ear his words laced with innuendo.

"Who? Bettlejuice?" Rory asked as if she were confused but fully aware of his meaning.

"Haha." Tristan smirked.

"So, Dinner next?" Rory asked when they reached his car.

"Yes, and I being the perfect date have picked the perfect place."

"Oh you are so cocky," Rory said as she punched his shoulder.

Tristan grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. Rory slowly close her eyes and prepared herself for the next step. Tristan leaned into Rory and put his lips to her ear.

"You know you love it," He whispered and started to pull away. Rory grabbed the back of his head and brought his face to hers and locked eyes with him.

"I do actually," Rory answered as she placed her lips lightly onto Tristan's. She slowly pulled away from the simple kiss and smiled at Tristan who rested his forehead against hers.

Tristan pulled her closer to him and she smile at him. She licked her lips and let him kiss her. It was different from all their pervious kisses. This kiss was a hungry kiss, the long awaited kiss. The kiss that would reveal all the emotions and relieve them but of there own personal anguish.

They pulled back catching their breath. And smiled at each other.

"What no tears?" Tristan asked.

"Ruin everything," Rory smacked his shoulder and stomped to her side of the car. Tristan looked bewildered. He didn't think of how those words could be interpreted.

Rory slid into her seat careful not to let Tristan see the smile that graced her swollen lips.