** 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!**

Rory watched Luke and Lorelai lock up the diner. It was earlier than usual, because of the wedding the next day. Lorelai carried Rhiannon with one arm, Rory loved how Rea fit perfectly on Lorelai's hip, like she had when she was a child. Lorelai could just perch her there and hold her with one hand, it seemed to come naturally to her.

Luke and Lorelai headed home, laughing and kissing every so often. She smiled at them.

There was a light on in the windows above the diner. She made her way across the street and around to the back of the building. She knocked on the back door and waited.

A light came on in the hallway and she could see through the textured glass that Jess was coming down the stairs.

He opened the door and frowned at her.

"Hi." He said after a minute.

"Hey." She smiled slightly. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." He opened the door further and watched her step past him.

"I'm sorry about today." She sighed.

"Yeah… it was… odd." He said. She could tell he was a little hurt, he was trying to hide it but she knew him too well.

"I didn't know what to say to you." She said, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Hello would have been a start." He smiled as he started to climb the stairs back to the apartment. She followed.

"I just… after last night…" She blushed, stepping into the apartment and looking around.

"Nothing happened. You were drunk. You probably thought I was Adam or something." He sighed, clearing some magazines off of the couch and offering her a seat. She accepted it, and sat with her hands in her lap.

"I knew it was you." She looked down at her hands. "I was drunk. But not drunk enough to confuse you with anyone else." She said, giving him a half smile. He returned it.

"Were you sober enough for it to mean anything?" He asked hesitantly.

"That's why I'm here. To find out."

"How do you plan to do that?" He smiled.

"Talking." She nodded.

"I know we're both capable of that." He said, turning to face her.

"I hope so. Because it's the only thing I can think of that will help figure all this out."

"Ok. Well… since you're more prepared for this, why don't you start."

"Uh… ok." She took a deep breath and looked at him. "Did the kiss mean anything to you?"

"No..." He said sincerely.

"Oh." She blushed. "Then I guess that makes things a little different." She said, standing up to leave. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.

"You didn't let me finish." He said softly. "It didn't mean anything, because I thought you were drunk and I didn't think it meant anything to you."

"Ok."

"But you weren't as drunk as I thought." He smiled slightly.

"No." She shook her head very faintly.

"And… it did mean something to you?" He asked, trying not to get his hopes up.

"I think so."

He looked down at the floor and laughed softly.

"What?" She frowned.

"Did you come here so I could tell you how you feel?" He asked.

"I… no. Not exactly." She blushed again.

"Because… you know I can't." He sighed. "That's… all you." He sat back a little.

"Yeah. I know." She said. "I just wish I knew what to do. My mom thinks… we need closure."

"Closure?" He nodded.

"Yeah… that we need to kind of… tie up all the loose ends that were kind of just… left undone when you went away."

"Ah." He nodded again. "That kind of closure. Ok… so… loose end number one?"

She looked thoughtful for a while.

"Do you still… love me?" She asked.

"Yes." He smiled softly.

"Do you still think there's something between us?"

"I hope so." He said, and then looked away. "But that's kinda' selfish because if there is… that just makes things harder on you."

"Yeah." She sighed.

"Do you still love me?" He asked.

She looked at him and nodded. He smiled.

"Do you think there's something between us?"

She kissed him.

He kissed her back, running one hand through her hair and running the other around her waist to her back, holding her against him.

She let her body relax and found herself slowly laying back on the couch, letting him rest his body against hers.

He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her for a minute. He was giving her a look she knew well. She'd only seen it a handful of times, years ago, but it was engraved in her memory.

She pulled him to her and kissed him again, snaking her hands down his back to the edge of his shirt and pulling it off over his head.

She had her answer.