Sorry it has been so long since I wrote but I am in summer school so I don't have to take gym during the school year so I haven't had all the chances in the world to update. This is the last chapter for the actual night of the season finale so I can finally have Rory and Lorelai stop boo-hooing. Hope you enjoy!
Rory sat on the couch contemplating her mother's words. "Do you love him, Rory, or was he just safe?" That question stung because it brought to light to something she had pushed to the very back of her mind. When she and Dean had started kissing and she realized that they were headed somewhere those questions had run rampant in her head. Did she love him? Did he love her?
She knew the answer to that question, but she didn't know if she loved him. Things were happening so fast and it had been so long since someone had made her feel special and wanted. She had already felt as if she was the last person in the world with out someone else. Tanna had called that to her attention quite well when she showed her the picture board and she saw all the couples. Even Paris had a guy, an old guy but still a guy. When Dean started kissing her it reminded her of what it used to be like with him. Everything had just dropped away, the fact that he was married fell the fastest.
The thing that was killing her was that she knew how she wanted her first time to be. She had imagined it for a long time. It was supposed to romantic: with candles, and mood music, and most definitely her mother would not be there directly afterwards. Now after her first time had come and now gone and she was looking back on it, the tiny voice in her head was screaming at her that this was not how it was supposed to be. Suddenly she knew the answer to the question but she didn't want to think about it. If she admitted to herself she knew she would start crying again. That is when Rory realized that she was already crying.
The moon made Lorelai's room have a dark-blue cast. Rory pushed her mom's door open; the hinges creaked, causing Lorelai to stir. Lorelai turned on her side and slowly opened her eyes. "Rory?" her voice was rough with sleep. "Mommy." Rory's voice cracked as she made her way to Lorelai's side. Lorelai pulled her into a hug. Rory rested her head on her shoulder and cried. "Mom, I just…I don't know how…I don't…Oh, Mom. I'm sorry." She started to explain but the words just wouldn't come out.
Lorelai understood though. Her daughter was feeling deep regret and shock. "I know, honey. I know." What a day it had been, Lorelai thought. Lorelai hoped that tomorrow would prove to be a better day. She hated to see her daughter go through this. As her daughter cried Lorelai looked at her pink, furry clock as the clock ticked slowly to 12:01.
That same clock started to purr at 6 a.m. the same morning. Lorelai groaned and tapped the top to make the offending noise stop. She pulled herself out of bed, so she could head to the inn. Her eyes traveled to Rory who had fallen asleep next to her mother after crying. She was out cold. Lorelai knew she would be out for a while so she found a post-it and wrote the message that she had written the day before and again stuck it on her forehead. Hopefully, her daughter would be up for lunch at Luke's. The thought of Luke again brought a smile to Lorelai's face and she emitted a soft, girlish giggle. She grabbed her towel and headed to the shower, for once not thinking of the evils of being up early. The day had just begun and so far to her it seemed pretty good.
Hey, look, a cliffhanger of sorts. I want to sort out how I want to go about the Rory situation before I got to far into this chapter so I left it on a happy note for once. You know the drill: review, review, review!