When Tristan got back to his dorm, Marty was typing something on his laptop. Tristan ignored anyone else in the room; he was in his own personal bliss. He finally got another chance at kissing his Mary...he did something that he'd waited four years to do again. His mind kept flashing back to Madeline's party and the piano and the look in her eyes after her first break up with Dean. What did bagboy have that he didn't? Tristan was rich, gorgeous, smart, and he truly loved Rory in a way he didn't think was possible. Every thought of Rory just made Tristan need a cold shower.

Rory put down her book and went into the bedroom. She wasn't sure what to think...her mind was on the break up with Dean. The kiss. Rory didn't enjoy the kiss the way Tristan did, it just brought confusion. Maybe everyone was right and Tristan did have feelings for her, but did Rory feel the same? She didn't think that she did. When Tristan kissed her, it felt nothing like those first few kisses with Jess or the kiss when she gave Dean her virginity. Jess and Dean were getting close and Rory could tell – it caused confusion over which one she really loved. But it didn't matter; at this point they both hated her.
First thing Sunday morning Rory did the only thing that would make her feel better...call her mother.
"Mom, Dean hates me."
"Because of Tristan."
"Tristan kissed me last night. I miss Dean, I want him back."
"Wait...repeat that."
"I want Dean back?"
"Before that"
"I miss him?"
"Before that."
"Tristan kissed me?"
"I thought he had a date with Paris."
"He did, then she went to bed and before he left, he kissed me."
Lorelai convinced Rory that she'd be alright and that they could both talk to Dean. Rory wasn't sure it would work, Dean sounded like he never wanted to see her again.

Lorelai knew that she had to do something for her daughter and figured she'd think about it after having her forth cup of coffee.
"Luke. Please."
"Lorelai, how many have you had today?"
"One?"
"How many?"
"Three, but Luke, I've had a hard day."
"Fine, but this is your only one."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The sensitive Luke was still new to Lorelai, but she liked it. She was beginning to love how their morning arguments ended in a kiss. Lorelai told Luke about her phone call from Rory and he told her that he hadn't seen Jess and Dean apart in the past three days. As if on cue, the two walked downstairs into the Diner.
"Good morning, Lorelai."
"Good morning, Dean. Jess. Dean, do you think we could talk for a minute."
Dean reluctantly agreed and went over to the corner table with Lorelai. She told him how upset Rory was and how much she really loved him. Dean wasn't sure how to react.
"Lorelai, that guy. He's going to do anything to get her."
"But she doesn't want him, she wants you."
"She left me once before."
"And you're afraid of being hurt again, I understand. Dean, just give her a chance."
"I'll think about it."
With that Dean walked away...back to Jess who wanted to know exactly what the conversation was about. Dean told him how Lorelai said that Rory wanted him back, but he didn't want to be hurt again. Jess couldn't help but to be jealous. He blew it with Rory, he basically put her right back in Dean's arms and now he was going to be helping Dean get her back. Jess only wanted what would make Rory happiest, that's what you do when you love someone.
After his talk with Jess, Dean walked out of Luke's and straight to his car. The drive to New Haven seemed to take forever and Dean didn't know exactly what he was going to do when he got there. Finally arriving at Yale, he stood outside the door of Rory's suite contemplating knocking or just turning around.
"Looks like bagboy's back for his little Mary."
"Get lost, rich boy."
"Guess what bagboy, your girl got a little feisty last night."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Why don't you ask her."
Rory heard noise in the hall so she opened the door to find Dean giving Tristan a death glare.
"Dean! What's going on out here?"
"Don't worry, Mary, I was just telling your bagboy here about you and me last night."
"Rory, what's this guy talking about?"
"It was nothing. Tristan's nothing."
She didn't know how much her words stung, Tristan just pretended to rub it off and walk away.
"Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you hated me."
"I love you."
"I love you too. I've always loved you."
Dean walked into the room and Rory kissed him expecting the sparks she'd gotten just a few weeks earlier. But that feeling was gone. She loved Dean, she wanted nothing but to be with him again...or so she thought. Rory started to remember how she felt when Tristan touched her so gently, the sparks, but then when they kissed...there was nothing. What was going on with her body? Rory didn't know what she wanted.
She got Dean back and she thought that would make her happy – but did it? A few hours later he went back to Stars Hollow, satisfied because when he was with Rory she seemed truly happy again. Tristan was nothing to worry about the first time he was with Rory and nothing to worry about now. Dean had his girlfriend back, his one true love and no one could burst his bubble.

Rory loved Dean, she knew she did. He was her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first love, her first...everything. Why was it that Tristan got her so tense? Dean was the only one who she loved and wanted to be with. Rory spent all night trying to convince herself.
The next morning she went to her first class...Philosophies on Love. It was a requirement for the journalism major because she had to be able to examine motives in order to investigate anything. Rory was excited to be taking the class; that was until she noticed Tristan sitting two seats away from her.