Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. But if you want, you could give it to me for my birthday in three days (Sept. 15, today is the 12th).

BIG NOTE (actually 2):

I'm writing two endings to this story. So technically this is chapter 9.A, and the chapter that is labeled ten will be chapter 9.B, etc. I will try to remember to stick the actual chapter number in the title, but go by what the page says (I will make sure every page has what chapter it should be). I'm doing this because some of you hate Dean and some of you are fans of him, and everybody should have an ending that they're out with.

Also, Luke's not marrying/dating anybody in this fic, for either ending.

That said, here we go:

Lorelai had just finished her coffee when Luke walked back behind the counter. She held her cup up while Luke wiped down the counter underneath it.

"Hey Luke?" she asked. He looked up. "Did you know that Rory's pregnant?"

"Well between the MAJOR lack of coffee, Jess' outburst, and that night she dropped in."

"You know since the beginning basically?"

"Yeah."

"Then I supposed you know she's gonna marry Dean." There was a long pause and then Lorelai spoke again. "Would you do me a favor?"

"No homicide, but what?"

"Go get something to eat with me Friday night?"

"Like a date?"

"I guess that would be the word that you would most likely find in some dead guy's big book called a dictionary that would best explain the situation at hand."

"Friday night. Well would I have to dress up or anything? Wear a tie?" Luke asked, like his decision actually depended on it.

"Nope, jeans are good. Jeans make you feel at home. Although there are something that you would at home that you wouldn't do on a date. Like-"

Luke cut her off, "Ok, we may be going on a date, but I do not need to know the long list of disturbing and pointless activities that take place in your home. At least not right before I was going to take my break and eat dinner.