Act 3
Lorelai bopped her head slightly to the song she was humming. She was getting ready to go to Luke's for dinner, and for some reason, which she wasn't ready to admit, was taking more care than usual on her appearance. The doorbell rang and she gave herself one last look over as she went downstairs to answer it.
She opened the door. "Mom!" Lorelai greeted Emily, quite surprised to see her there.
"Hell Lorelai," Emily smiled at her. After a few seconds of Lorelai staring at her in shock Emily continued. "May I come in?"
"Oh," Lorelai shook herself, and stepped out of the doorway to make room for Emily to enter. "I'm sorry, of course. Come on in."
"You're all dressed up," Emily remarked, taking in Lorelai's outfit. "Were you going somewhere?"
"Not really, just out to dinner," Lorelai answered, sitting on the couch. "Sit down."
"On a date?" Emily asked, sitting. "If this is a bad time."
"No, it's okay," Lorelai replied. "I was just going to Luke's."
"To Luke's, so it is a date then."
"No, Mom. It's Luke's, I go there all the time."
"So you don't have a date with this Luke man?"
"No!" Lorelai was annoyed.
"Oh, okay then," she drifted off momentarily. "It's just that you seem to be quite dressed up."
"I'm not dressed up," Lorelai cried, though she knew that she actually was. "I always dress like this."
"You always wear a dress and those sandals to dinner? At a diner?" Emily sounded skeptical.
Lorelai's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. Finally: "What's up mom? To what do I owe this visit?"
Emily smiled. "Yes, well, I recently spoke with Maureen Montgomery, from my DAR group, and it seems that her son Geoffrey noticed you at Rory's graduation and expressed an interest in meeting you.
"No," Lorelai said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Emily looked affronted.
"I'm not going to let you set me up with another DAR kid, these dates never go well," Lorelai explained. "Besides, I'd have to get all dressed up and talk about boring politics and stuff that I don't care about to some lame guy who doesn't even know who Weezer is. And, he's probably some snobby rich guy who was very spoiled as a child."
"Lorelai, not every person that I know is a snob," Emily sighed. "And I thought that you liked dressing up for dinner."
"Not for a snobby socialite who picked me out of a crowd at my daughter's graduation - what was he even doing there anyway?" Lorelai huffed.
"His nephew was graduating from Chilton as well," Emily answered her. "And how come you're not willing to dress up for dinner with Geoffrey Montgomery but you will to eat dinner at Luke's diner?"
"Because. I'm not dressed up!" Lorelai pouted. "I should just go put some jeans on."
"No, you look lovely in that," Emily assured her.
"Thanks Mom," Lorelai sighed.
"So," Emily began, trying to make her voice sound innocent. "Do you often dress up for Luke?"
"No Mom! Why would I dress up for Luke?" Lorelai sighed again. "I only dress up for special occasions, and Friday night dinners or big dates." She paused. "And I'm not dressed up for Luke!"
"What do you mean special occasions?" Emily asked her.
"What? Duh, like special occasions," Lorelai didn't know what part of special occasions Emily didn't understand. "You know, holidays or parties, weddings, graduations."
"Oh yes, that's right." Emily trailed off.
"What's right?"
"Luke was at Rory's graduation."
"Um, yes he was." Lorelai didn't see where Emily was going with that.
"I just found it odd is all," Emily continued; she had an idea starting in her head, and those Gilmore's were all very stubborn.
"Why was it odd?"
"Well it's just that if you're not involved with him then why was he there?"
"Why?" Lorelai looked shocked. "Because, he's.well, he's Luke!"
"What does that mean?"
"Because he's our friend, and Rory wanted him there and he wanted to go."
"He did?"
"Of course, he loves Rory. He's known her since she was a just a little Gilmore," Lorelai defended, a fact that escaped her attention but not Emily's.
"So, you're saying that he feels some sort of attachment to Rory?"
"Yes!" Lorelai cried, thinking that her mother FINALLY understood what she was saying. "You should have seen him at the ceremony.oh, and the look on his face when I told him that our Rory got into three Ivy League schools!"
"Our Rory?"
"Huh, what?"
"Our Rory?"
"Yea, you know, my Rory."
"Which did you say to him: 'our Rory' or 'my Rory'?" Emily asked her.
Lorelai was silent for a moment while she tried to remember exactly what she said. Upon the realization that she had indeed said 'my Rory, well OUR Rory' to him, she got flustered. "I think I said our.does this really matter?"
"I suppose not," Emily said, holding back a smile.
"So," Lorelai tried to change the subject. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," Emily replied, standing up from the couch and picking her purse up off of the coffee table. "I must be going." She stopped and then quickly sat back down, purse in hand. "So, Rory likes this Luke man?"
"Yes!" Lorelai sighed in frustration, throwing herself back on the couch. "And please stop calling him 'this Luke man'!"
"Well," Emily asked from her place on the Gilmore couch. "How do you fell about Luke?"
Lorelai was suddenly very quiet, and even Emily noticed the tension in her as she was obviously thinking. "Mom," she said, all of a sudden very timid, and obviously dealing with a mental debate. "I don't know.but, I think there might be something there." Emily was shocked at Lorelai's sudden truthfulness. Lorelai looked like she wanted to say more, but was hesitant to do so.
Emily sat her purse back down and made herself more comfortable on the couch; or at least as comfortable as a woman like Emily would allow herself to get. "Yes?" she asked Lorelai, her tone for once so undemanding that Lorelai couldn't help but answer her. Contrary to what Lorelai may believe, Emily was not completely clueless as to what her daughter was thinking.
"It's just," Lorelai began, unsure if she was ready to talk about Luke, and untrusting because of past experiences with her mother. "Luke is.well, he's Luke. That's a good thing, and a bad thing. On the one hand, he's this guy that I've been friends with for years, who's listened to me complain about the various men in my life, and disliked most of those that I cared about. We disagree about everything and argue all of the time. He knows all of my worst secrets, and how I can't seem to commit to anyone, and neither can he.
But on the other hand, he's this guy that I've been friends with for years! He loves Rory, and he takes care of us; feeds us, fixes things for us, keeps me us in coffee - but he hates coffee! He comforts me after my breakups, he hit Dean when he hurt Rory. He hated Max, and didn't want to come to the wedding, but he made me a chuppa so I had an archway to get married under."
"He did?" Emily sounded surprised.
"Yeah," Lorelai smiled slightly. "He said that it should be perfect, because you only get married once. for some reason, after that, I couldn't bring myself to marry Max. And he tried to give Jess a home, no matter what the kid did to throw that away."
"He sounds like a good man," Emily agreed. "Have you spoken to him about any of this?"
"No, I've been afraid to bring it up.he just broke things off with Nicole."
"Who's Nicole?" Emily asked.
"Nicole.she's," Lorelai paused, not quite knowing the right way to describe Nicole. "This woman that he was seeing until a couple of weeks ago. I talked to her just afterwards, she told me some stuff about Luke.about how he feels about me."
"How does she think he feels about you?" Emily asked, unsure if this Nicole's opinion was reliable.
"According to Nicole.he's interested," Lorelai replied, thinking briefly about how 'interested' didn't seem to be a good enough word to describe the feelings between her and Luke.
Emily nodded, unsure of what to way. It was a rare moment, as both Lorelai and Emily sat together quietly on the couch, lost in their own thoughts.
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Lorelai bopped her head slightly to the song she was humming. She was getting ready to go to Luke's for dinner, and for some reason, which she wasn't ready to admit, was taking more care than usual on her appearance. The doorbell rang and she gave herself one last look over as she went downstairs to answer it.
She opened the door. "Mom!" Lorelai greeted Emily, quite surprised to see her there.
"Hell Lorelai," Emily smiled at her. After a few seconds of Lorelai staring at her in shock Emily continued. "May I come in?"
"Oh," Lorelai shook herself, and stepped out of the doorway to make room for Emily to enter. "I'm sorry, of course. Come on in."
"You're all dressed up," Emily remarked, taking in Lorelai's outfit. "Were you going somewhere?"
"Not really, just out to dinner," Lorelai answered, sitting on the couch. "Sit down."
"On a date?" Emily asked, sitting. "If this is a bad time."
"No, it's okay," Lorelai replied. "I was just going to Luke's."
"To Luke's, so it is a date then."
"No, Mom. It's Luke's, I go there all the time."
"So you don't have a date with this Luke man?"
"No!" Lorelai was annoyed.
"Oh, okay then," she drifted off momentarily. "It's just that you seem to be quite dressed up."
"I'm not dressed up," Lorelai cried, though she knew that she actually was. "I always dress like this."
"You always wear a dress and those sandals to dinner? At a diner?" Emily sounded skeptical.
Lorelai's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. Finally: "What's up mom? To what do I owe this visit?"
Emily smiled. "Yes, well, I recently spoke with Maureen Montgomery, from my DAR group, and it seems that her son Geoffrey noticed you at Rory's graduation and expressed an interest in meeting you.
"No," Lorelai said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Emily looked affronted.
"I'm not going to let you set me up with another DAR kid, these dates never go well," Lorelai explained. "Besides, I'd have to get all dressed up and talk about boring politics and stuff that I don't care about to some lame guy who doesn't even know who Weezer is. And, he's probably some snobby rich guy who was very spoiled as a child."
"Lorelai, not every person that I know is a snob," Emily sighed. "And I thought that you liked dressing up for dinner."
"Not for a snobby socialite who picked me out of a crowd at my daughter's graduation - what was he even doing there anyway?" Lorelai huffed.
"His nephew was graduating from Chilton as well," Emily answered her. "And how come you're not willing to dress up for dinner with Geoffrey Montgomery but you will to eat dinner at Luke's diner?"
"Because. I'm not dressed up!" Lorelai pouted. "I should just go put some jeans on."
"No, you look lovely in that," Emily assured her.
"Thanks Mom," Lorelai sighed.
"So," Emily began, trying to make her voice sound innocent. "Do you often dress up for Luke?"
"No Mom! Why would I dress up for Luke?" Lorelai sighed again. "I only dress up for special occasions, and Friday night dinners or big dates." She paused. "And I'm not dressed up for Luke!"
"What do you mean special occasions?" Emily asked her.
"What? Duh, like special occasions," Lorelai didn't know what part of special occasions Emily didn't understand. "You know, holidays or parties, weddings, graduations."
"Oh yes, that's right." Emily trailed off.
"What's right?"
"Luke was at Rory's graduation."
"Um, yes he was." Lorelai didn't see where Emily was going with that.
"I just found it odd is all," Emily continued; she had an idea starting in her head, and those Gilmore's were all very stubborn.
"Why was it odd?"
"Well it's just that if you're not involved with him then why was he there?"
"Why?" Lorelai looked shocked. "Because, he's.well, he's Luke!"
"What does that mean?"
"Because he's our friend, and Rory wanted him there and he wanted to go."
"He did?"
"Of course, he loves Rory. He's known her since she was a just a little Gilmore," Lorelai defended, a fact that escaped her attention but not Emily's.
"So, you're saying that he feels some sort of attachment to Rory?"
"Yes!" Lorelai cried, thinking that her mother FINALLY understood what she was saying. "You should have seen him at the ceremony.oh, and the look on his face when I told him that our Rory got into three Ivy League schools!"
"Our Rory?"
"Huh, what?"
"Our Rory?"
"Yea, you know, my Rory."
"Which did you say to him: 'our Rory' or 'my Rory'?" Emily asked her.
Lorelai was silent for a moment while she tried to remember exactly what she said. Upon the realization that she had indeed said 'my Rory, well OUR Rory' to him, she got flustered. "I think I said our.does this really matter?"
"I suppose not," Emily said, holding back a smile.
"So," Lorelai tried to change the subject. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," Emily replied, standing up from the couch and picking her purse up off of the coffee table. "I must be going." She stopped and then quickly sat back down, purse in hand. "So, Rory likes this Luke man?"
"Yes!" Lorelai sighed in frustration, throwing herself back on the couch. "And please stop calling him 'this Luke man'!"
"Well," Emily asked from her place on the Gilmore couch. "How do you fell about Luke?"
Lorelai was suddenly very quiet, and even Emily noticed the tension in her as she was obviously thinking. "Mom," she said, all of a sudden very timid, and obviously dealing with a mental debate. "I don't know.but, I think there might be something there." Emily was shocked at Lorelai's sudden truthfulness. Lorelai looked like she wanted to say more, but was hesitant to do so.
Emily sat her purse back down and made herself more comfortable on the couch; or at least as comfortable as a woman like Emily would allow herself to get. "Yes?" she asked Lorelai, her tone for once so undemanding that Lorelai couldn't help but answer her. Contrary to what Lorelai may believe, Emily was not completely clueless as to what her daughter was thinking.
"It's just," Lorelai began, unsure if she was ready to talk about Luke, and untrusting because of past experiences with her mother. "Luke is.well, he's Luke. That's a good thing, and a bad thing. On the one hand, he's this guy that I've been friends with for years, who's listened to me complain about the various men in my life, and disliked most of those that I cared about. We disagree about everything and argue all of the time. He knows all of my worst secrets, and how I can't seem to commit to anyone, and neither can he.
But on the other hand, he's this guy that I've been friends with for years! He loves Rory, and he takes care of us; feeds us, fixes things for us, keeps me us in coffee - but he hates coffee! He comforts me after my breakups, he hit Dean when he hurt Rory. He hated Max, and didn't want to come to the wedding, but he made me a chuppa so I had an archway to get married under."
"He did?" Emily sounded surprised.
"Yeah," Lorelai smiled slightly. "He said that it should be perfect, because you only get married once. for some reason, after that, I couldn't bring myself to marry Max. And he tried to give Jess a home, no matter what the kid did to throw that away."
"He sounds like a good man," Emily agreed. "Have you spoken to him about any of this?"
"No, I've been afraid to bring it up.he just broke things off with Nicole."
"Who's Nicole?" Emily asked.
"Nicole.she's," Lorelai paused, not quite knowing the right way to describe Nicole. "This woman that he was seeing until a couple of weeks ago. I talked to her just afterwards, she told me some stuff about Luke.about how he feels about me."
"How does she think he feels about you?" Emily asked, unsure if this Nicole's opinion was reliable.
"According to Nicole.he's interested," Lorelai replied, thinking briefly about how 'interested' didn't seem to be a good enough word to describe the feelings between her and Luke.
Emily nodded, unsure of what to way. It was a rare moment, as both Lorelai and Emily sat together quietly on the couch, lost in their own thoughts.
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