"Whoa. What do you mean Rory didn't come home last night?" Tristan asked, his voice rising.

Callie shrugged. "She didn't come home. Probably spent the night with that guy. He was cute. What was his name? Dustin?"

"Austin. And Rory doesn't have sex on the first date." Tristan shook his head. "Not that it even was a date." He frowned, trying to distract himself. "And you didn't get home until late yourself. What were you doing?"

"Oh. Jess and I went out for coffee after." Callie grabbed a cup, and Tristan frowned.

"Aren't you a little happy for someone who had her secret exposed to a thousand plus people last night?"

Callie shrugged. "They didn't know the song was about me. Rory still doesn't know. It shouldn't be that big of a deal." She paused. "You have fun with Lane?"

"Yeah. She's pretty cool for someone so stifled."

Callie laughed and Tristan flashed her an odd look. "It's just…you're spending a lot of time with her, T. Going for another notch in the bedpost?"

Tristan shook his head. "No. Nothing like that. I just want to know what she has on Jess."

Callie's face clouded at the mention of this. "T, I think we should give Jess a break. We don't know what happened, and for all we know, he might have not done anything."

"Sleeping with the enemy, Callie? Not a good idea." Tristan shook his finger at her, as if he were scolding her.

Callie rolled her eyes. "I didn't sleep with him. God no. Rory likes him." She winced. "Rory likes him," she repeated, as if she were talking to herself.

"Yeah, Rory likes him. What did you do?" Tristan poured some coffee into her cup.

Callie sighed. "I kissed him."

"You what?" Tristan's voice was incredulous.

"Yeah, I did. But that's all. I swear, T. It was so stupid." Callie groaned, placing her head on the kitchen table.

Rory opened her eyes groggily, not sure where she was. The pillow was harder than hers, the bed lumpier. She flipped over. "Whoa," she exclaimed, taking in the guy sitting next to her.

"Morning," he said, glancing down at her.

Rory gulped, pulling the sheet over her bare breasts. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh God. What did I do? What did we do?"

The guy, Austin, she vaguely remembered was his name, leered at her. "Baby, we shagged."

Rory grimaced at his frank language. Austin Powers. So not funny. "Uh, yeah. I got that. But what I don't get is why. Not that I don't find you attractive but…" She trailed off, the events of the previous night coming back to her. Jess. Callie. Kissing. Her Jess. Callie's Jess. "Oh God."

Austin laughed. "I knew I was good but to call me God?"

Rory got up from the bed, pulling the sheet with her. "Oh God. Oh God. What was I thinking? Oh no."

"Baby, you don't have to leave yet," Austin said, making a grab for her waist.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." Rory picked up her clothing and hurried to Austin's bathroom. "Oh God," she said, surveying her clothes. Her panties were ripped and the front clasp of her bra was missing. Slipping on her pants and her shirt, she grabbed her underwear and hurried from the room, grabbing her purse on the way out.

"Rory." Tristan stared at her as she came through the kitchen door, her hair disheveled.

Rory looked at him desperately and he noticed she was holding a ripped bra. "Oh my God, Rory. Are you okay?"

She nodded, her bottom lip shakily contradicting her. Tristan frowned, pulling her into his arms. "Don't worry. Rory, I'll make sure Austin pays for this."

Rory shook her head. "It wasn't his fault, Tris. It was just as much mine." She rested her head against his shoulder. "God, what did I do?"

Callie didn't know what to say when she saw Rory. Rory looked like she had all those times Callie herself had come home the next morning and kicked off her shoes. "Rory."

Rory looked at her, and frowning, she ran up to her room. Callie frowned. "What was that?"

Tristan poked his head in from the kitchen. "Talking to yourself? And to answer your question, that was Rory, post-sex."

"Oh no." Callie frowned. "But why would she…"

"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure she was a virgin."

"Oh. Ouch. That sucks." Callie shook her head. "Poor Rory."

Rory had been betrayed by her roommate. If she had to pick one person she had thought would never betray her, it would be Callie. Rory frowned, glancing at a particularly ugly bruise on her inner thigh. 'God, Rory. You can't blame her for this. It was your choice,' she tried to reason. 'I wouldn't have slept with him if Callie hadn't betrayed me.'

Rory pulled her knees up to her chest. A single tear slipped down her cheek. And the worst part was, what Callie had done to her hurt more than what she had done to herself.

When Callie entered the diner later that morning, she sat down at the counter and waited for Jess. "Hey," Jess said, kissing her cheek.

She looked up at him. "Hey, Jess."

He stared at her, his eyes serious. "How are you?"

Callie shrugged. "Better than Rory."

Jess frowned, wiping down the counter. "What happened to Rory? And how can it be worse than what happened to you last night."

"What happened to me last night was balanced out," she said with a small smile. "But Rory…she didn't get a single good moment last night. She was raped."

"Raped? Are you serious? I know Rory's kind of naïve, but…" Jess trailed off. "Who did this?" he demanded, his voice becoming fierce.

Callie sighed. "That guy she was with. Austin."

"He seemed so nice. Did he drug her? What happened?"

Callie shrugged. "I don't know. She didn't talk about it."

"I'm gonna go see if she's all right."

"Rory." The soothing voice was followed by a knock on the door. "You in there?"

Rory sighed. "Yeah." She wasn't going to get rid of him until he was assured she was okay. "Come in," she said, wiping away her tears.

Jess opened the door and stepping in, he closed it quietly. "Callie told me what happened."

"That doesn't surprise me," Rory spat.

Jess frowned. "Uh, okay. Anyway, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know it's gotta be hard."

Rory shrugged. "Yeah, well, some things hurt more."

Jess frowned. "Rory, do you want to talk to somebody? That was pretty traumatic."

Rory rolled her eyes. "What the hell did Callie tell you? A bad choice, yes. But traumatic, I don't think so."

"She told me you were raped."

Rory laughed harshly. "Callie always did have a flair for the dramatic." She shook her head. "I wasn't raped. I slept with Austin last night."

Jess nodded. "Oh. Uh, okay."

Rory sighed. "Now go. I'm okay. And anyway, shouldn't you be breaking up with your girlfriend right about now?"

"What?"

"Yeah. I mean, you kissed another girl. I think Azura has the right to know."

Jess cursed under his breath. "Rory…"

Rory shook her head. "I won't tell anyone, Jess. I mean, it's not like I don't have enough on my plate already."

Jess looked at her sadly before tentatively reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Rory…"

His hands worked over her curves, from her shoulders to her hips, possessing her. Strands of hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see him. She supposed that was good. She didn't want to see him. She just wanted to feel again.

Her hands ran down his back vehemently, her red nails raking his skin. As the kiss grew more passionate and the room was filled by desire, she realized that this was the best she'd felt in a long time. She tossed her head back, letting his lips attack her neck.

Rory jumped, breaking the contact. "Don't touch me," she managed to get out, panic overcoming her.

Jess frowned. "Uh, okay. Rory…are you okay?"

Rory laughed. "Like you really care, Jess. I stopped believing you cared that day halfway through senior year. You've got to be really screwed up to do something like that."

Jess sighed. "Rory, I didn't mean to-"

"Save it, Jess. I'm past caring. That was a year ago."

"Rory…"

Rory shook her head, standing up. "You know what? If you aren't going to leave me alone, I'll leave you alone." She stalked out of her room, leaving Jess sitting on her bed.

Confused, Jess grabbed a book from Rory's bookshelf, and lying down, started to read.

Tristan jumped up as Rory ran from her room. "You okay," he asked, although he knew it was a stupid question.

Rory shook her head, walking past him. "Do I look okay?"

"Point taken." Tristan followed her into the living room. "Want to talk?"

"Not particularly. I mean, normally this is the kind of thing I'd talk about with Callie. But that was before I found out she was sleeping with Jess."

"She did sleep with him? She told me-" Tristan stopped when he realized Rory's glare.

"You knew? You knew my so-called friend hooked up with my sort of ex-boyfriend behind my back? And you didn't tell me?" Rory's face was starting to turn red. "God I need to talk to my mother. Where is she?"

"Luke's."

Lorelai frowned. "Luke, c'mon. You know you want to. Just one cup. Please."

Luke shook his head. "No. And are you aware of how pathetic you look begging?"

"I'll do anything."

"Anything?" Kirk shook his head. "I'd take her up on that. Have her strip."

Luke glared at him. "Kirk, don't encourage her." Turning back to Lorelai, he shook his head.

"Not even if I strip?"

"Not even if you-" Luke's voice was strangled in his throat as Lorelai stood up and slowly started to pull up her shirt.

"Mom!" Rory ran into the diner suddenly, looking ready to burst into tears. She pulled to a halt. "Oh my God, Mom. What are you doing?"

"Stripping for coffee," Lorelai replied simply.

"Oh."

Lorelai looked at her daughter's expression. "Oh, hon, what's wrong?"

At Lorelai's words, tears spilled from Rory's eyes. "Oh God, mom." Rory collapsed into her mother's arms, and as Lorelai patted her daughter's back soothingly, Rory whimpered. "I'm so stupid. I'm gonna end up just like you."

The words stung but Lorelai held back her reaction, not knowing what her daughter was talking about. But being like her was enough to make Rory burst into tears? That was good on Lorelai's ego. "Ror, what are you talking about."

"Callie. Jess. Me. Austin. Sex. Oh God, mom."

There were a few words Lorelai didn't like in that sentence. Jess. Rory. Sex. Lorelai shook her head, not wanting to hurt her daughter. "Hon, what are you talking about? I want to help but…"

Rory took a deep breath, sitting down on a stool. Hitting her head against the counter, she gulped. "Mom. I slept with Austin."

"You slept with Austin?" Lorelai's voice was harsh, disgusted. "Who's Austin?" she asked suddenly, realizing she didn't know whom Rory was talking about.

"A guy from the dance club."

Lorelai's mouth dropped open. "Uh, what?"

"Where you going?" Mrs. Kim's voice was suspicious, and she glared at her daughter.

Lane shrugged, grabbing a glass of water. "To the diner."

"With who?"

"Rory's friends, Callie and Tristan."

"Tristan a boy."

"Yes, Mama." Lane had to keep herself from rolling her eyes at her mother's obvious statement.

"Tristan not Korean."

"Yes, Mama." Lane rose the glass of water to her mouth.

"Tristan has sperm."

Lane choked on the water, spewing a mouthful over the room. "Uh, yes, Mama."

Mrs. Kim nodded curtly. "You can not see boy with sperm. Especially not Korean boy."

"Whoa, so your mom actually asked if Tristan…was able to reproduce?" Rory worded carefully.

Lane nodded, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Yeah. Then she's like, non-Korean boy. No see!"

Callie rolled her eyes, glancing at Tristan, who was leaning back in his seat with a casual grin. "What do you find so funny?"

"Emily asked my dad pretty much the same thing when she found out I was going to school with Rory. She told him to have me neutered."

"Doesn't she know that term's only used for animals?" Callie asked with a laugh.

Rory smiled, meeting Tristan's eyes. "What's the difference, Callie, between Tristan, and say, a dog?"

Callie laughed. "I'd lean more towards pig. I mean, he put away three helpings of dinner last night."

"Hey, I was hungry," Tristan defended himself with mock indignation, trying not to laugh. "And a pig? Pigs are fat. I'm not fat."

Rory nodded. "Yeah, Callie, you forgot he can eat anything without gaining an ounce. I guess he's no pig."

Lane watched the exchange between the three with remorse. She hadn't kept in touch with Rory very well, and she realized Rory had moved on with her life, leaving Lane behind. Tristan and Callie were the ones who knew all of Rory's secrets now.

"You were oddly quiet tonight for someone so outspoken."

Lane jumped at the voice, nearly dropping the glass of water she had just filled. Tristan stood leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. "What can I say? I didn't find much to talk about."

Tristan's smirk deepened. "Lane Kim? Speechless? I doubt it."

Lane glanced at him, and through his teasing air, she could see the concern in his eyes. "I've been a bad friend to Rory. Ever since the thing with Jess."

"Hmm?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Nothing. I thought Rory did something she shouldn't have. I thought she gave up to easily. But it seems petty now. Don't worry about it."

"That's hard to do when Rory's one of my best friends, Callie's having a fling with Jess, and you're so concerned about the whole thing." Tristan shrugged. "Call me crazy, but I'd say something pretty big had to have gone down."

Lane shook her head. "I'm not going to tell you, Tristan. It's none of your business."

Tristan nodded, his tousled blonde hair moving slightly. "Yeah, well…I didn't really expect you to. You're too good of a friend to do that." He smirked. "Well, this conversation's come full circle. Do you want to go get ice cream?"

Lane shrugged. "Sure. Just give me a second."