Disclaimer: Oh, um just the usual. Not owning Gilmore Girls, or any movies mentioned and unfortunately, neither do I own The Great Gatsby. The wonderfully talented F. Scott Fitzgerald owns the last one.

A/N: Ah, just to clear up a few things. First, it's really not a romance fiction. Yes, it does include an established relationship for Luke/Lorelai and Rory and Tristan are together but it's more of a building of a functional mother/daughter relationship between Rory and Lorelai under dysfunctional terms. Two, no it is not a Rory/Jess, I developed a friendship for them and that's as far as it's going to go. Three, yes, Tristan and Rory will probably stay together for the majority of the story, so in that respect it can be classified as a Trory.

Part Six

            "Oh, you have music!" Rory exclaimed in delight, stopping her exploration of Tristan's room at once.

            Tristan, who had been sitting on his bed, looked at her curiously and smirked. "Strange, isn't it? You could almost believe that I could afford to buy CDs."

            She only spared a second to glare at him before shuffling through his collection. "Wow, if I hadn't before, I would've slept with you solely for your music collection.

            "There's a new way of going about it, I'll lure girls into my bed with my impressive compact disc collection," Tristan mused out loud. "Wait until you see my DVD collection."

            "Do you have Moulin Rouge?" Rory asked him, abandoning her perusal of CDs.

            "Yeah."

            "American Beauty?" He nodded. "Running on Empty?" Another affirmative nod, so she searched her mind for a movie she loved yet unlikely he had. "The Princess Bride?"

            "Surprisingly, yes."

            Rory jumped back onto the bed, and straddled his legs, while Tristan lay back down. "You know, Mr. DuGrey, I may have to keep you yet."

            Tristan laughed. "If I show you my coffee supply, are you going to propose?"

            Her eyes widened, "Don't tempt me, DuGrey."

            "You are the most delightfully odd person I've ever met."

            She leaned forward and kissed him, "Ah, yes. You are not the first to comment." Rory looked up at the clock above the bed and sighed. "Hell, my ride's here."

            "Mother?"

            She shook her head, "No, step-cousin. Still think I should get dressed into my own clothes for him though."

            "What's he like?"

            Rory shrugged as she pulled on her Chilton uniformed and tossed Tristan his. "He's like you but thinner, darker and less charming."

            "Is that all?"

            "Well, he might be smarter than you. But I actually haven't been studying with you, so I'm not completely sure."

            He shot her a not-so-amused look before dressing. Rory grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

            "What? I'm not good enough to meet the cousin?" Tristan half-teased her.

            "You want to meet him?" She looked genuinely perplexed.

            Tristan rolled his eyes while he nodded his head. Rory Hayden could be the most confusing woman sometimes…

*

            "Hey Ror," Jess greeted her as her and Tristan descended down the stairs. "Let me guess, this is your Gatsby?"

            Rory just rolled her eyes as they stood in front of Jess. "Tristan this is Jess, Jess this is Tristan."

            "Hey," Tristan said by way of greeting. "Though I'm sure more Tom than Gatsby."

            "How so?"

            "Well Gatsby was new money," Tristan pointed out. "And dirty money. All accumulated for the dream of a certain girl. Whereas Tom was old money, probably slightly dusted money, and really didn't give a damn about the girl as long as they stayed his."

            "Possessive?"

            "No, I lay no claim whatsoever on his last trait."

            Jess turned to Rory and winked, "Ah, he'll do. He seems to have read at least part of the book."

            Tristan raised an eyebrow at her, "You never warned me that there was going to be a test."

            She smacked Jess in the shoulder, "Wasn't suppose to be. I didn't know he was going to be a dork like that."

            "Yes, well we can go discuss my coolness factor later," Jess told her. "Now lets get back before Lorelai remembers that she doesn't trust me and comes to pick you up herself."

            "Ugh. Parents," Rory groaned, she kissed Tristan on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

            "Bye Hayden," Tristan said to her, and then turned to Jess. "Nice to meet you, man."

            "You too," Jess nodded his head, put his arm around Rory's shoulder and led her out of the mansion.

            Rory frowned, it was odd, this feeling that she belonged here, with these people.