** Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gilmore Girls. If I were that all powerful then Jess would be staying put! So, in summation... Please don't sue me!**

Lorelai and Sookie stood at the front desk, watching Adam, Rory and his parents as they 'inspected' the Inn.

"They're thorough." Sighed Sookie.

"They're ridiculously snobby." Muttered Lorelai.

"Hey, I thought we had this covered!" Giggled Sookie.

"Oh yeah. I love the Hamilton's, they are such refined people with impeccable taste." Said Lorelai in a posh accent.

"Less with the mocking, you'll do just fine." Sookie giggled more and headed back to the kitchen.

"Hey, so… what did you think?" She said, flashing them a fake smile as they made their way over to her.

"It's…"

"Quaint!" Offered Adam. His mother rolled her eyes slightly and smiled.

"Yes. Very."

"What about you Mr. Hamilton?" Smiled Lorelai. "How did you find it?"

"Well… it's not exactly the Waldorf Astoria is it?" He said, giving her an equally fake smile.

"Nope, no it's not." Laughed Lorelai uncomfortably.

Rory cringed and looked at Lorelai. She was feeling really bad about how Adam's parents were treating everyone.

"Uh… if you'd like to make your way to our dining room, our chef Sookie St. James has prepared you an amazing lunch." She said, motioning for them to move into the next room.

Once they were gone, Rory turned to Lorelai.

"I am so sorry." She sighed.

"Are they always like that?" Asked Lorelai.

"Pretty much. You should see the looks I got when I turned up for Christmas wearing this horrible Donna Karen thing that Adam swore they'd love."

"Not good?"

"Well, it's not exactly Versace is it?" Rory said, impersonating Adam's mother.

"I hope they like your wedding dress!" Laughed Lorelai.

"They won't. She wanted to call Vera Wang. But I didn't want Vera Wang." Rory rolled her eyes.

Lorelai looked sympathetic.

"You won't hear me utter these words again… but I wish they were more like my parents." Laughed Lorelai. "That, I could just about deal with."

"Rory."

Rory and Lorelai turned to see Adam sticking his head out of the dining room.

"Yeah?"

"My mother wants to talk to you about how you're doing your hair for tonight's dinner." He sighed.

"I was just going to wear it down…" She started.

"Wrong answer." He smiled apologetically and ducked back into the next room.

"And it starts…" Sighed Rory, her shoulders slouched.

Lorelai watched Rory walk into the dining room. She wished there was a way she could 'rescue' her, but she knew it was just something Rory was going to have to get used to.

"Lore?"

"Chris!" Lorelai smiled as she saw him come through the main entrance.

"Wow! This place looks great! Last time I saw it, you were still decorating." He smiled, putting his bags on the floor and looking around.

He was shocked by the large hug he was greeted with.

"They're horrible, they're just horrible. They're going to devour her whole, and alive no less!" Cried Lorelai.

"Who..?" He laughed.

"The Hamilton's." Said Lorelai in a deep and threatening tone.

"You're exaggerating." He smiled, imagining them being exactly like Emily and Richard.

"No, I'm really not." She shook her head and pulled him over to the dining room. "Go say hi. I bet you don't last 5 minutes before you come out of there gasping for air." She said, pushing him in.

A very tired and unshaven Chris stumbled into the dining room, still in his leather jacket and jeans.

"Uh… Hi." He laughed.

"Dad!" Smiled Rory, getting up an hugging him.

"That's the father?" Adam's mother said quietly. "I thought the man in the flannel shirt was the father."

"No, mom. That's Lorelai's husband. But he's not Rory's father." Sighed Adam.

"Oh." His parents looked at one another with disapproval.

"Dad… I'd like you to meet Adam Hamilton." She smiled as Adam and Chris shook hands.

"And these are my parents, William and Patricia Hamilton." Said Adam.

Chris offered his hand but neither of them took it. They simply nodded their heads in recognition of who he was.

"Uh… Rory." Said Chris, looking at his daughter. "Your mother needs you in the kitchen for a moment." He lied and she smiled gratefully.

"Oh, ok, well…. If she needs me." Said Rory, excusing herself and following Chris out of the dining room.

"Ha! 3 minutes!" Laughed Lorelai triumphantly when she saw Chris.

Rory flopped across the front desk, resting her cheek against the cold polished wood.

"Can I stay here?" She mock cried.

"Awww, baby." Lorelai said, stroking her hair gently.

"They are going to be our in-laws?" Asked Chris.

"Yeah. We're special." Nodded Lorelai.

"Not special enough, apparently." Said Chris. "They refused to shake my hand!"

"You got cooties." Giggled Lorelai like a child.

"And they just loved you, right?" He asked.

"No, not really." She laughed more and Rory and Chris couldn't help but join in.

They looked at each other, and laughed more.

"They hate us all." Said Lorelai.

"They hate you more than anyone." Said Chris laughing harder and causing Rory to start crying because she was laughing so hard.

"It's so sad." She laughed, grabbing Lorelai's arm to steady herself.

"Tragic." Said Lorelai, hugging Rory.

"Something wrong?" Asked Adam, joining them.

"Oh, no." Said Rory, straightening her hair and calming down.

"Dirty joke." Snickered Lorelai, causing Chris to start laughing all over again.

Rory hit them both and reluctantly followed Adam back to her own personal hell.