Author's Note: Hello all! I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!!!! (oh, now you're all running away in fear, aren't you) Anyway, thanks for being so patient- I actually did finish all of my homework (even if I did end up writing six pages of poem reviews the day before school started) I hope you think this chapter was worth the extremely long wait- I'm not so sure that it's as good as I wanted it to be since I was a little rusty and kind of hurried to write this as its actually been more than the promised two weeks. So, I present to you………the long awaited chapter 6! TA DA!!!!!!

Ok, well not quite yet. First I have to beg for reviews some more. I just feel the need however, to point out that I actually got more reviews for my authors-note-disguised-as-a-chapter than most of my actual chapters! What's up with that? Anyway, on with the begging. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!!!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. Why does anyone bother to actually read this part? It always says the same thing! Seriously, if you're reading this right now, stop. Think of all of the great things you could be doing with this time. You could be curing the common cold, picking up a new hobby, learning basket weaving- there's a whole world of possibilities!

Chapter 6

"Lorelai," Luke hissed urgently, gently shaking her shoulder. "Lorelai, wake up… Lorelai!"

"Murfungalumba…" Lorelai mumbled, shifting her position in her chair slightly, but not waking up.

Luke sighed, glancing exasperatedly around the now completely desolate theater. He looked at his watch to find that he had been attempting to wake up his date for exactly eighteen minutes. "Lorelai," he said, attempting to rouse her once more. When she didn't move, he exhaled loudly and gave up attempting to bring her back from dreamland. He stood up, looked at Lorelai for a few seconds as if this hadn't been part of his agenda for their date, and scooped her up out of the chair. "We really need to start weaning you off of the coffee- when you're not able to retain consciousness without caffeine, that's a pretty good sign of an addiction." He received a rather loud snore in response to his comment, and maneuvered out of the row of seats and exited the theater with Lorelai in his arms.

After a bit of walking, Luke was beginning to believe his solution for getting Lorelai out of the theater hadn't been completely thought through. Although she didn't seem like a heavy load at first, Lorelai seemed to actually be gaining weight as he attempted to carry her back to her house. Luke stopped walking, looked down at Lorelai's sleeping form and said, "You'd kill me if you knew I was going to do this, but I can't make it any further without risking a back injury, so I'm just going to hope you never find out." With this, he shifted Lorelai from the more romantic, 'enfolded in the arms of a lover' position to the over the shoulder, 'I am a burlap sack filled with potatoes' position and trekked on. After just a few steps, however, he realized that the new stance didn't help make Lorelai seem lighter- if anything, it made him feel slightly lopsided. Complaining, "I've really got to start lifting something other than plates with burgers," Luke stopped again and, looking around, found that he was only about a hundred feet from the diner. Shifting the weight of his unconscious load, he decided there was more chance of Rory dropping out of college to become a dog groomer than there was of him making it all the way to Lorelai's. He again began striding down the street, now heading for a new destination.

Luke made his way into the darkened diner, miraculously managing to unlock and open the door without the use of his hands, and walked through the area and up the stairs. He then stepped into his apartment, turned on the light with his elbow, and walked over to his bed to place Lorelai on it. Sighing in relief after finally setting her down, he straightened up and looked at her intently. She looked unusually serene and fragile while asleep- it was the only time Luke had seen her completely still, as she was generally bouncing around in her bubbly, hyperactive, slightly annoying way or angrily ranting about her mother ruining her life. 'Almost makes me forget about wishing I had earplugs to block out the Lorelai,' he thought, half-joking. Thinking that she wouldn't appreciate his unwashed, bachelor pad blankets, he pulled something clean out of his closet to cover her up with, ironically enough the Jimmy Buffet-esqe shirt Lorelai had made fun of another time she had been in his room. He bushed the hair out of her face and placed surprisingly tender kiss on her forehead. He then turned out the light and collapsed on the couch, where he fell asleep smiling.

"BZZZZZZZZZZTTT! BZZZZZZZZZZTTT! BZZZZZZZZZZTTT! BZZ---CRASH!!!! OUCH!" The morning was not off to a quiet start for Lorelai and Luke. Not aware that she wasn't in her own bed, Lorelai had chucked her pillow in the direction her alarm clock would have been in an attempt to turn it off. Instead, the pillow hit a rather wobbly bookshelf that Luke hadn't gotten around to fixing yet, which tipped over, causing various large, heavy books to rain down on a peeved looking Luke. He got up off of the couch, walked over the fallen bookcase and turned off the alarm clock that was easily within arm's reach of Lorelai.

"Heh… sorry Luke," she said after noting his irritated expression, "You know, one day we're going to look back on this and--- WAIT! I'M IN LUKE'S BEDROOM!!!!" Lorelai had just become fully aware of her surroundings, and naturally, jumped to the worst possible conclusion. "Oh my God! I don't remember anything that happened last night! I think someone slipped something in my drink at the movie and…WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!?" she screamed at Luke, who couldn't contain his amusement and was attempting to chuckle without Lorelai noticing.

Luke stopped laughing, but still had an entertained smile on his face when he said, "Calm down Lorelai. Nothing happened. You fell asleep because I wouldn't let you have any coffee and---"

"Oh YEA?" Lorelai countered, "Then why am I covered up with THIS?" She brandished Luke's shirt in the air as if it were a flag. "The shirt you were wearing carelessly thrown on your bed, probably shed in some moment of uninhibited passion---"

"I wasn't wearing that shirt last night," Luke stated calmly, "If I had been, you probably wouldn't have left the house with me."

Lorelai inspected the shirt she was waving in the air. "Good point," she said, "I guess that can only mean one thing. YOU KEPT ME DRUGGED FOR DAYS, LOCKED AWAY IN YOUR BEDROOM, USING ME AS A TOY FOR YOUR SOME SORT OF SICK, CULT-LIKE, FANNY PACK WEARING, MARGARITA DRINKING BUFFET-HEAD LOVE RITUAL!" Luke couldn't come up with a verbal response to Lorelai's outburst and simply blinked at her. She stared back for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, fine, I don't actually think that. I just really wanted to win the argument and figured something like that would trump anything you could come up with."

Luke raised his eyebrows in an expression that obviously said something along the lines of 'why did I bring this woman into the sanctity of my home?' Lorelai, now chipper and perky, hopped out of bed and asked, "What time is it?"

Luke looked at the clock mounted on his wall and answered, "A little past seven forty-five. I sleep in Saturday mornings."

"CRAP!" Lorelai had begun screaming for the second time that morning. "I was supposed to be at the protest fifteen minutes ago!"

"Protest?" Luke asked, looking confused.

"Yea, some rich corporate guy is trying to tear it down to build a skate park- apparently stud wearing teenagers with unwashed hair is the next big moneymaking thing. Anyway, I promised that I'd lend my big mouth to be the spokeswoman---"

"You're doing a great job practicing," Luke said wryly, his ears still ringing slightly.

Lorelai had ignored his comment and kept talking about the protest, now finishing up her explanation with, "---and I really need to get there as fast as I can. I'll just grab some pie from downstairs and leave the money on the counter, if that's okay."

"It's fine," Luke said, and expected her to race out the door that instant. Instead she kept standing there, looking at him expectantly.

"Well?" she asked him, eyebrows raised.

"What?" responded a rather confused Luke.

She grinned at him. "You can't honestly expect me to tell people I spent the night at your house and didn't get so much as a kiss." Luke let out a bit of laughter, and then leaned in and kissed her- for the first time, they got it just right on their first try, no head bonks or naked Kirks. "Mmm…that was nice," Lorelai said as they pulled apart. "Scratchy," she said pointedly, looking at Luke's bristly stubble, "but nice. Weren't you clean-shaven last night? How do you grow a beard in twelve hours- what are you, Jewish?"

"You want me to shave it off?" Luke asked honestly, prepared to shave off his trademark stubble for Lorelai if she asked him to.

Lorelai looked thoughtful. "No," she admitted, "I like you this way. It's very rugged and manly." With this comment, she gave Luke a kiss on his scratchy cheek and bounded out of the door. She then proceeded to race down the stairs, through the diner, and out the door, not noticing a certain neighbor standing right outside that looked shocked to see Lorelai bound out of Luke's Diner so early in the morning.

Babette took out her phone and dialed a number. When the person on the other line picked up, she said, "Patty? It's Babette. You will NEVER believe what I just saw."

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