Disclaimer: In my dreams. . .

Author's Note: I feel terrible for not updating for so long. I haven't even been online in forever. Life decided to make my schedule full, so yeah. Sorry about the sucky last chapter. I know it stunk, but I was running out of ideas. Anyways, thank you for the reviews, I really do appreciate them, especially after the week I just had. Anyways, thanks again, and on to the story. By the way, this is kind of a filler . . .

"Hey, ummm,"

"Yeah."

"We need to, ya know,"

"Okay."

"Exactly. So, uhhh,"

"Would you two talk already?!" Lorelai screamed from the kitchen. Rory and Tristan had been sitting in the living room for half an hour already, trying to start a conversation. It was like Red trying to propose to Betty in Pearl Harbor. They never did find the right words to say.

"Okay, so, we need to talk." Rory said, nodding her head trying to convince herself. "There, I said it."

"Alright."

They both spoke at the same time. "You first."

"Ladies first."

"Ahh, trying to get some manners, eh?" Rory laughed quietly. "Okay, I'm not used to just being so upfront, but here goes. I think of you when you aren't around. And even when you are around, I think of the times we've had together, how few they may be, but still."

Tristan smiled at how Rory could babble so many things that meant so little to her, but so meaningful to him. "Are you done?"

"I believe so." She looked at the tired looking man. "What about you?"

"Okay, here's how I feel." Tristan leaned forward, slowly looking into Rory's eyes. The blue was sparkling even more today, and they had a new emotion added to them. He couldn't tell what it was, but he did know that he was going to drown even more in her eyes, now. "Here goes nothing." After Rory nodded ever so slightly, their lips met.

It wasn't like the previous two times. This one met longer than the first, and had reached its target unlike the second. It was familiar, yet foreign. Tristan had wanted this so badly over the last few weeks, and Rory even more so.

Lorelai looked on, inconspicuously standing in the middle of the hall. She had gone to check on Rory and Tristan since all she heard was silence. What she didn't expect was to find her daughter kissing the man of her dreams. "Lorelai Gilmore, Cupids assistant." Lorelai smiled to herself as she slid out the door to work.

The next few days flew by like a burglar running from the cops. Tristan was happy, Rory was happy, and Lorelai was happy. Her baby girl was growing up. True, Rory was nearly twenty now, but hey, she'd always be her baby girl.

On the last day in Stars Hollow, Tristan had to attend his grandmothers funeral. The reason the funeral was delayed was because of distant relatives flying in from all over the world. And, because Mr. DuGrey had to attend a conference in New York for a day or so.

"Don't fall in the hole, like Eric did in ER." Lorelai advised, walking into Rory's room holding a pair of black pumps. "Toto, I don't think we're in Rory's room anymore. What happened? Hurricane Rory Gilmore?"

"You try looking for an all black outfit from all the clothes. It's funny how I managed to forget all of the dark clothing at the apartment." Rory stuck out her tongue.

"What, you mean this wouldn't be acceptable?" Lorelai asked, holding up a pair of white capris and a pink tank top that said 'Angel' in rhinestones.

Tristan walked up the steps to his girlfriend's house and waltzed right in. He shook his head to himself. "They really need to lock these things,"

"Bible Boy."

"Lorelai."

"How are you holding up?" She asked, stepping towards the man whom she had entrusted her daughter with. "You need some coffee?"

"Nope."

"Okay, but I do." She turned her head towards Rory's room. "We'll be at Luke's. Meet us when you're done."

"Okay, now Tristan." Lorelai started. "You'll be going back to Yale soon. Now I know you're roommates and all. Just, please don't,"

"Hurt her? Leave her? Ignore her? Under appreciate her?"

"Exactly."

"I just named all the stuff I'd rather die than do."

"Good. We're agreed."

Twenty minutes after the elder Gilmore and DuGrey reached the diner, Rory walked in. She was decked out in a black skirt and black button up shirt with her hair down and parted in the middle. "Nice outfit."

"Thanks, you lent it to me." Rory answered her mom. Sitting next to Tristan, she ordered coffee and leaned back. "I don't want to go back to Yale."

"Me either, but if we're both going to be rich and famous one day, we have to."

"Well, me rich and famous. You'll just be famous."

"And richerer."

Lorelai focused. "Is that even a word?"

"Nope."

"Okay then, you can't use it. It states in the Gilmore rules that no one can make up a word besides the kin in front of Lorelai Gilmore the second. Or third."

Tristan rolled his eyes and checked his watch. "We've got to go."

Two days later ((sorry for the big skip)) Rory and Tristan were again attending classes at Yale. It had become a routine now. Get up, get coffee, go to class, get coffee, study, get coffee, go out, get coffee, go home. Yes, coffee was a big part of their life.

"So, what'll you two dolls be havin' this fine morning?" Kylie asked, walking up to their table.

"Coffee, and a Danish."

"And you?"

"Same."

"How did I know?" Kylie turned away, rolling her eyes.

"So."

"So."

"What are we doing today?"

"Class, coffee, study, coffee, going out to shop for a gift for someone, coffee and then coming home. You?"

"Back the train up."

"Backing up."

"Smartass."

"And proud of it."

"Anyways," Rory started again. "Who are you shopping for?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't. Honestly, it's for my mom. So yeah."

Rory nodded and leaned her head down on Tristan's chest. "You're warm."

"You're cold." He referred to the freezing temperatures that had been going on lately.

Kylie was walking back to the table to bring her favorite not-yet-couple when she saw something. At first, she thought she was hallucinating, but she wasn't. "So you two finally decided to actually yap to each other about your feelings?"

"Yes, Miss Counselor, we did." Rory beamed.

"And I'm pretty glad we did." Tristan added, smiling for real.

Kylie nodded her head and walked away.