Title: A Wedding Story, Chapter 2 (If you can't stand the heat, get out of
the kitchen)
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late Fourth Season
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His sister's impending wedding leads Luke to make some decisions about his own life. SPOILER WARNING
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
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A couple of weeks later, Lorelai entered the diner looking a little harried. The Inn was due to open in less than a month and there were still a million things to do.
"Coffee to go!" She barked at Luke as she plopped herself on a stool, looking through her organizer.
"Where are your manners? You don't get served unless you say the magic word." Luke smirked.
"Coffee to go, please." Lorelai replied with a fake smile.
Luke retrieved her coffee and handed her a to-go cup. "So how's the Inn?"
Lorelai groaned as she looked at her calendar. "Construction's just about done but furnishing is starting and it's a mess. The beds are coming from North Carolina, the TVs are coming from Japan and I'm going crazy trying to schedule delivery times. I'm trying to avoid another Canadian sink incident....and by the way I got an invitation to your sister's wedding."
"What does my sister's wedding have to do with the Inn?"
"Nothing, just stream of consciousness. So Liz is marrying her etch-a- sketch boyfriend? The guy who called YOU a dick?" Lorelai stifled a giggle.
"Yeah, although he's really not so bad, even with the etch-a-sketch. I think he is IT for her... so you going?"
"I'm not sure, her wedding is right before the Inn opening. But I want to - I really liked her when I met her. I'll try to make the ceremony, if not the reception."
"Well whatever you can make, I'm sure Liz will appreciate it."
"Oh, before I go. Can I ask you a favor?"
Luke nodded.
"I'm hoping you could do some final inspection on some things at the Inn. The aforementioned Canadian sink, the railings, and a few other random items?"
"No problem. I'll come by later today."
"You rock! Thanks Luke!"
And with a smile on her face Lorelai left the diner. Luke smirked as he watched her go.
Later that afternoon, Luke entered the Inn, toolbox in hand. The place was filled with some of Tom's construction crew, delivery folks and Michel chattering away on a cell phone, sounding impatient.
Luke spotted Sookie coming from the kitchen and she came over to him. "Luke, thank God, you're here."
"Well, God gave me the message. What's going on here?"
"This place is total chaos. The mattress company sent the wrong size mattresses, and our kitchen sink isn't hooked up properly. There's no way I can run a kitchen without a working sink. I'm hoping you can take a look at it."
"Well, I'm no plumber but I'll see what I can do." Luke went into the kitchen.
"Thanks, I'll tell Lorelai that you're here."
Sookie went outside to find Lorelai. She was at the stable interviewing a handsome young man.
"So far we only have Cletus and Desdemona, but we may get more in the future, if the guests demand them. We'll need someone to groom and feed the horses, and teach horseback riding....."
"Lorelai, sorry to bother you...."
"John, this is Sookie St. James, my partner."
"Hello, beautiful inn you've got here." John said.
"Thanks, John. Nice to meet you. Uh, Lorelai, I need to talk to you for a minute."
"John, this won't take too long. Why don't you spend some time getting to know the horses? I'll be right back."
Lorelai joined Sookie and they walked back into the Inn.
"So, getting back in the saddle I see?" Sookie said, waggling her eyebrows.
"So what? He's cute. A good-looking stable hand will bring us business. But I'm not planning on dating him."
"So, you're over your break-up with Jason?" Sookie asked.
"Why, are you trying to set me up?" Lorelai asked.
"Oh, no. I just know some nice guys who might be interested, but if you're not ready...."
"I didn't say I wasn't ready. I mean, if I meet someone nice, then maybe...."
Sookie clapped her hands. "Oh goody! Well, I'll let you finish with John, the hunky horse guy. Oh and by the way, Luke's here. He's looking at our sink."
"Good, I'll see you in a bit."
A few minutes later, Lorelai finished her interview and returned to the kitchen. Luke was under the sink tinkering away and Sookie was chatting with a nebbishy looking man near the food preparation area.
"Lorelai, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Shel Sauceman, our new poultry supplier. He raises free-range chickens and doesn't use antibiotics...oh and he's recently divorced."
"Nice to meet you Shel...something tells me that the last thing has nothing to do with the first two."
Shel laughed. "You're witty. I like witty women...witty and pretty women. Hah, I made a rhyme."
"Yeah, and you're also a poet. Will you excuse us for a minute?"
Lorelai pulled Sookie over towards the door. "Are you trying to set me up?"
"Well you just said if you met someone nice, Shel's nice...."
"Sookie, he looks like Woody Allen!"
"Well some women find him sexy!"
"Do I look like Soon-Yi to you?"
"Oh just give him a chance, I have to check on something with Michel."
Lorelai turned back to Shel, hoping he hadn't overheard. Under the sink, Luke dropped one of his wrenches, reminding her that he was still in the room.
"Listen Lorelai, I was wondering if you'd like to..." Shel began.
Lorelai had an idea, cutting him off. "Shel, have you met Luke?"
"Who's Luke?"
Lorelai walked over to the sink and nudged Luke with her foot. "Get up." She whispered.
Luke got up from underneath the sink, gave her a confused look and wiped his hands with a rag.
"Shel, this is Luke. He's my special friend." Lorelai said, caressing Luke's left shoulder.
Luke and Shel exchanged greetings. Lorelai leaned into Luke, pressing herself against the front of his jeans. She then took his hands and encircled them around her waist. Luke thought he was dreaming. Lorelai absently stroked the exposed skin of his forearms, making the hairs stand up on end.
"You know, renovating this Inn has been a complete nightmare. If it weren't for Luke's help, I don't know what I would've done. Luke, have I thanked you recently for all you've done for me?"
Luke felt the temperature in the room shoot up at least 10 degrees. "Uh, no, you haven't."
Lorelai turned her head so she was looking into his eyes. She gave him her best loving, seductive look and lowered her voice. "Thank you."
Luke's face flushed but he shot her a look like she was nuts. "You're welcome."
Shel suddenly felt very uncomfortable watching Luke and Lorelai's embrace. They had obviously been intimate with each other and he got Lorelai's veiled meaning of their special friendship, loud and clear.
"Um, I should get going and say goodbye to Sookie. It was nice meeting you both."
Luke and Lorelai replied, "Bye, Shel."
When he was safely out of earshot, Lorelai began to giggle and Luke angrily pulled away from Lorelai.
"What the hell was that all about?" He demanded.
"Couldn't you tell? Woody Allen wanted to ask me out on a date!"
"I saw that. But you couldn't just have said "I'm not interested" or given him some other excuse? You're creative. Why did you have to drag me into it? What if he tells Sookie? It'll be all over town! What if this gets back to Nicole?" Luke ranted.
"How would she know?"
"Hello! Taylor is her client. I'm sure he would love to serve her my head on a platter!"
Lorelai felt foolish. "I'm sorry Luke, I didn't think that....."
"That's right, you didn't think. You just wanted to play your little game and use me as your personal boy toy. You can't just do that, I'm married!"
"Luke, I'm sorry...I feel really bad about this, please don't be mad."
Luke didn't say anything, instead he went back to the sink and bent down to collect his tools.
"You're leaving?"
"The sink is hooked up. I have to get back to the diner."
"Luke, I'll go talk to Sookie – I promise you that none of this will get back to Nicole."
"Yeah, sure fine whatever." Luke said with a wave of his hand and walked out the kitchen door.
TBC
Author: Gluglug
Spoiler Warning/Timing: Late Fourth Season
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His sister's impending wedding leads Luke to make some decisions about his own life. SPOILER WARNING
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and all characters are property of The Dubba Dubba Dubba WB, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Amy Sherman- Palladino. They don't belong to me, just borrowing.
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A couple of weeks later, Lorelai entered the diner looking a little harried. The Inn was due to open in less than a month and there were still a million things to do.
"Coffee to go!" She barked at Luke as she plopped herself on a stool, looking through her organizer.
"Where are your manners? You don't get served unless you say the magic word." Luke smirked.
"Coffee to go, please." Lorelai replied with a fake smile.
Luke retrieved her coffee and handed her a to-go cup. "So how's the Inn?"
Lorelai groaned as she looked at her calendar. "Construction's just about done but furnishing is starting and it's a mess. The beds are coming from North Carolina, the TVs are coming from Japan and I'm going crazy trying to schedule delivery times. I'm trying to avoid another Canadian sink incident....and by the way I got an invitation to your sister's wedding."
"What does my sister's wedding have to do with the Inn?"
"Nothing, just stream of consciousness. So Liz is marrying her etch-a- sketch boyfriend? The guy who called YOU a dick?" Lorelai stifled a giggle.
"Yeah, although he's really not so bad, even with the etch-a-sketch. I think he is IT for her... so you going?"
"I'm not sure, her wedding is right before the Inn opening. But I want to - I really liked her when I met her. I'll try to make the ceremony, if not the reception."
"Well whatever you can make, I'm sure Liz will appreciate it."
"Oh, before I go. Can I ask you a favor?"
Luke nodded.
"I'm hoping you could do some final inspection on some things at the Inn. The aforementioned Canadian sink, the railings, and a few other random items?"
"No problem. I'll come by later today."
"You rock! Thanks Luke!"
And with a smile on her face Lorelai left the diner. Luke smirked as he watched her go.
Later that afternoon, Luke entered the Inn, toolbox in hand. The place was filled with some of Tom's construction crew, delivery folks and Michel chattering away on a cell phone, sounding impatient.
Luke spotted Sookie coming from the kitchen and she came over to him. "Luke, thank God, you're here."
"Well, God gave me the message. What's going on here?"
"This place is total chaos. The mattress company sent the wrong size mattresses, and our kitchen sink isn't hooked up properly. There's no way I can run a kitchen without a working sink. I'm hoping you can take a look at it."
"Well, I'm no plumber but I'll see what I can do." Luke went into the kitchen.
"Thanks, I'll tell Lorelai that you're here."
Sookie went outside to find Lorelai. She was at the stable interviewing a handsome young man.
"So far we only have Cletus and Desdemona, but we may get more in the future, if the guests demand them. We'll need someone to groom and feed the horses, and teach horseback riding....."
"Lorelai, sorry to bother you...."
"John, this is Sookie St. James, my partner."
"Hello, beautiful inn you've got here." John said.
"Thanks, John. Nice to meet you. Uh, Lorelai, I need to talk to you for a minute."
"John, this won't take too long. Why don't you spend some time getting to know the horses? I'll be right back."
Lorelai joined Sookie and they walked back into the Inn.
"So, getting back in the saddle I see?" Sookie said, waggling her eyebrows.
"So what? He's cute. A good-looking stable hand will bring us business. But I'm not planning on dating him."
"So, you're over your break-up with Jason?" Sookie asked.
"Why, are you trying to set me up?" Lorelai asked.
"Oh, no. I just know some nice guys who might be interested, but if you're not ready...."
"I didn't say I wasn't ready. I mean, if I meet someone nice, then maybe...."
Sookie clapped her hands. "Oh goody! Well, I'll let you finish with John, the hunky horse guy. Oh and by the way, Luke's here. He's looking at our sink."
"Good, I'll see you in a bit."
A few minutes later, Lorelai finished her interview and returned to the kitchen. Luke was under the sink tinkering away and Sookie was chatting with a nebbishy looking man near the food preparation area.
"Lorelai, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Shel Sauceman, our new poultry supplier. He raises free-range chickens and doesn't use antibiotics...oh and he's recently divorced."
"Nice to meet you Shel...something tells me that the last thing has nothing to do with the first two."
Shel laughed. "You're witty. I like witty women...witty and pretty women. Hah, I made a rhyme."
"Yeah, and you're also a poet. Will you excuse us for a minute?"
Lorelai pulled Sookie over towards the door. "Are you trying to set me up?"
"Well you just said if you met someone nice, Shel's nice...."
"Sookie, he looks like Woody Allen!"
"Well some women find him sexy!"
"Do I look like Soon-Yi to you?"
"Oh just give him a chance, I have to check on something with Michel."
Lorelai turned back to Shel, hoping he hadn't overheard. Under the sink, Luke dropped one of his wrenches, reminding her that he was still in the room.
"Listen Lorelai, I was wondering if you'd like to..." Shel began.
Lorelai had an idea, cutting him off. "Shel, have you met Luke?"
"Who's Luke?"
Lorelai walked over to the sink and nudged Luke with her foot. "Get up." She whispered.
Luke got up from underneath the sink, gave her a confused look and wiped his hands with a rag.
"Shel, this is Luke. He's my special friend." Lorelai said, caressing Luke's left shoulder.
Luke and Shel exchanged greetings. Lorelai leaned into Luke, pressing herself against the front of his jeans. She then took his hands and encircled them around her waist. Luke thought he was dreaming. Lorelai absently stroked the exposed skin of his forearms, making the hairs stand up on end.
"You know, renovating this Inn has been a complete nightmare. If it weren't for Luke's help, I don't know what I would've done. Luke, have I thanked you recently for all you've done for me?"
Luke felt the temperature in the room shoot up at least 10 degrees. "Uh, no, you haven't."
Lorelai turned her head so she was looking into his eyes. She gave him her best loving, seductive look and lowered her voice. "Thank you."
Luke's face flushed but he shot her a look like she was nuts. "You're welcome."
Shel suddenly felt very uncomfortable watching Luke and Lorelai's embrace. They had obviously been intimate with each other and he got Lorelai's veiled meaning of their special friendship, loud and clear.
"Um, I should get going and say goodbye to Sookie. It was nice meeting you both."
Luke and Lorelai replied, "Bye, Shel."
When he was safely out of earshot, Lorelai began to giggle and Luke angrily pulled away from Lorelai.
"What the hell was that all about?" He demanded.
"Couldn't you tell? Woody Allen wanted to ask me out on a date!"
"I saw that. But you couldn't just have said "I'm not interested" or given him some other excuse? You're creative. Why did you have to drag me into it? What if he tells Sookie? It'll be all over town! What if this gets back to Nicole?" Luke ranted.
"How would she know?"
"Hello! Taylor is her client. I'm sure he would love to serve her my head on a platter!"
Lorelai felt foolish. "I'm sorry Luke, I didn't think that....."
"That's right, you didn't think. You just wanted to play your little game and use me as your personal boy toy. You can't just do that, I'm married!"
"Luke, I'm sorry...I feel really bad about this, please don't be mad."
Luke didn't say anything, instead he went back to the sink and bent down to collect his tools.
"You're leaving?"
"The sink is hooked up. I have to get back to the diner."
"Luke, I'll go talk to Sookie – I promise you that none of this will get back to Nicole."
"Yeah, sure fine whatever." Luke said with a wave of his hand and walked out the kitchen door.
TBC
