Disclaimer: The show doesn't belong to me, because if it did Chad Michael Murray would still play Tristan on the show. I would make sure he worked plenty of "over-time," too!!! hehe ;) Oh and I took part of a conversation from another episode, so it's not mine!

A/N: Hello, well I received a review saying I make Tristan "too sweet." Now, I like bad-ass Tristan as much as the next guy, but I for one think he was always softer to Rory. Lisa, if you don't like the sweetness then don't eat the cake!!! Oh, and sry this chapter took so long! Check my profile to find out why I won't be posting as often as I'd like ;)

Thanx: To ALL of my marvelous reviewers!!!!!!!!!! You ppl are amazing! I checked my email and read all the tons and tons of support!!!!!!! I was giddy! I mean I giggled and jumped up and down like a little girl... so thank u! (Oh and a special thanx to Jim for pointing out my error ;) Now, to my beta Katherine (rosie4299) who is soooooo wonderfully supportive!!! READ HER STORIES

Rating: PG-13

Chapter 15: Mortification

The weekend passed all too quickly for Tristan and Rory, but it did have to end and life was forced to go on. The whole weekend seemed too good to be true and neither one of them wanted to go back to their busy schedules of papers and classes. Rory sighed as she sat in front of her computer attempting to write a paper on the symbolism behind Steinbeck's "Grapes of Wrath." She had read the book a million times, and she had the movie completely memorized, but for some reason she couldn't get the words down on paper.

Sighing, she closed her laptop and set it down on her bed. She stood up and stretched her arms to the ceiling and spotted her cell phone. She debated with the "sensible" side of her brain before picking her phone up to call Tristan. Rory knew she would never get work done this way, but she needed to hear his voice.

After the fourth ring his voicemail picked up, and Rory sighed in frustration as she hung up without leaving a message. The little voice in her head told her that she technically had heard his voice and she should get to work on her paper, but her heart told her head to shut it. Groaning, she fell backwards onto her bed and tried to suffocate herself with a pillow. At that moment, Paris walked in.

"Okay, Gilmore, I see you're attempting suicide, so I'll come back later." she joked as she turned around to leave.

"Slknth anod," Rory mumbled.

"Huh?"

"I said you can stay," she clearly replied after removing the pillow from her face.

"Okay, now what has you to the point of smothering yourself with your pillow?"

"Tristan," Rory admitted.

"Tristan. Hmm, I should have guessed," Paris teased.

"I don't talk about him that much!" Rory argued.

"Oh of course you don't," Paris said as she cracked a smile. "Sorry, I really thought I could do that with a straight face."

"Okay, okay. I talk about him all the time. But who wouldn't. I mean, he's changed so much since Chilton."

"That's not true."

"What are you talking about? He was a jerk!" Rory said.

Paris busted out laughing, "I can't believe you don't know. He was only a jerk to you because he liked you."

Rory started to speak, but Paris cut her off, "I know it's like a six year old way of showing his 'true feelings', but it's true. You can ask him yourself. He picked on you because he had a huge crush on you."

Rory thought back to their first kiss, and remembered how much feeling was in it. She remembered everything about that night and knew in her heart it wasn't like he was kissing a random girl. He really had liked her, even those many years ago. A smile tugged at her lips and she began to giggle.

"Oh my God! He liked me in high school!"

"Finally, Gilmore! You can be really dense, sometimes," Paris said. "But, why were you upset?"

"Because ever since..." Rory started, but then remembered she hadn't told Paris about the weekend.

"Ever since..." Paris prompted.

"Eversincewehadsexihaven'tbeenabletoconcentrate," Rory stated in one breath.

"YOU HAD SEX?!" Paris exclaimed, then her eyes widened again. "With TRISTAN DUGREY!"

"Um yeah."

"Oh my God! This is huge! He's the one who calls you Mary, and now he's the one who took your virginity. Wait, you were a virgin, right."

"Yeah," Rory admitted. "Oh, but it was a perfect night. The only problem is now I can't keep focused. I just keep thinking about what he's doing."

"Gilmore," Paris sighed. "That's completely normal. I went through it, too, the first time I had sex. You'll learn to balance things. It's like starting college... you just have to learn to balance academics and partying. Wait, but you don't party much so maybe that was a bad example..."

"Paris, I get it."

"Okay. So, how was he?" Paris asked, bluntly.

"I can't believe she asked you that!" Tristan exclaimed.

He was meeting with different professionals to try and figure out what he wanted to do with her life. Greg told him he'd be good at three things... male escort, male stripper, or male prostitute. Tristan of course had tackled him, but as he nervously awaited meeting with the head of an advertising company, he hoped Greg was wrong.

"I mean, what did you say?"

"Well, I told her that I didn't have anything to compare it to," Rory teased.

"You wound me, Mary," Tristan told her, and he actually put his hand to his heart even though she couldn't see him.

"I'm just kidding! I told her it was the best weekend I'd ever had."

"Now that's more like it!" Tristan exclaimed.

"Yeah, unfortunately this weekend won't be so wonderful."

"Oh yeah, you have to tell your mother."

"Yeah, me. All by my poor little self," Rory pouted, playfully.

"Do you really want me there. You know all I'll do is tell her how her baby daughter lunged at me..." Tristan started, but Rory cut him off.

"Okay, that's my cue to hang up. I love you."

"Love you, too."

Tristan ran his fingers through his hair, nervously after hanging up the phone. He knew his dad would be pissed when he found out what Tristan was thinking of doing. For years all the Dugrey men were lawyers. First, they got there bachelor degree in pre-law at Yale, then they went to Yale law school. That's the way it had been for years, and Tristan knew his dad would be pissed when he found out. Just then a young woman called him in for his interview. He stood up, full of confidence and walked into the office ready to take on whatever came his way.

Rory groaned and screamed in frustration, when she saw that she had only written two pages of her paper. She quickly saved what she had and began packing her bag. The only remedy for her writer's block was a fun evening in Stars Hollow. She left a note for Paris, who was out on a date with Greg and hurried to her car. She was in the mood for some 90's rock music and so she pulled the Presidents of the United States of America out and began jamming.

"Everybody wants to be naked and famous! Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked!!!" Rory sang at the top of her lungs as she entered the familiar town.

"And famous...." Rory sang as she sat in front of her childhood home.

She turned her car off and skipped up the stairs and rang the doorbell. Her mother pulled the door open and screamed when she saw Rory.

"My baby! I didn't know you were coming!"

"I'm a surprise."

"As was your conception," Lorelai retorted.

"Let's go to Luke's. I'll just be two minutes."

"As was your conception,"

Rory laughed as she quickly brushed her hair and put her stuff in her old room. A smile pulled on her lips when she saw the picture of Tristan on her nightstand. Even though she didn't live here anymore, it was still her room. She wanted to talk to Tristan and ask him how his interviews went, but first she needed coffee. She sighed when she realized that since she had decided to come home early, she should probably tell her mother. This was one conversation she wished she didn't have to have.

Even though they were really close and talked about everything together, it was still uncomfortable to go up to your mother and say, 'Oh, hey Mom. You know that sexy-Abercrombie model-look alike that just happens to be my boyfriend? He deflowered you're only daughter.' Yeah, that's an excellent way to spend an evening.

"Rory, come on!" Lorelai whined. "I want coffee!"

"Coming," Rory yelled as she kissed the picture of Tristan before placing it back on her night table.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Dugrey. I hope to see you again in the near future," Mr. Davidson told Tristan as they shook hands.

"Thank you again, I've learned so much about advertising. I had no idea what an amazing field it is."

Tristan went over all the careers and he knew advertising was the one for him. He was made for the job. Reading people was one of the things he was definitely good at, and he had a way of convincing people to do things. Everyone did call him a charmer, after all.

He couldn't wait to talk to Rory and tell her that he finally knew what he wanted to do with his life. His dad had been pressuring him to declare a major, and now he knew exactly what it was going to be. Sure his father would be disappointed, but that was his problem. Tristan decided a long time ago not to listen to what his father wanted. He drove as fast as he could to go talk to Rory; they hadn't been able to see each other in a few days due to busy schedules, but he had to see her and kiss her beautiful lips.

Paris and Greg were heading back to Paris' dorm room after spending an evening at a nice restaurant followed by a walk in the park. Paris turned the knob, but found that the door was locked. She was slightly puzzled, but ignored it and unlocked the door with her key. Greg began to kiss the back of her neck, and his hand traveled to the zipper on the back of her dress. He began to play with it and slowly pulled it down.

"Greg, wait a second," she laughed as she set her purse down on the couch.

"I can't, Paris. I really don't want to, either." Greg replied as he sucked on her bare shoulder.

Paris tried to focus on making it to her bedroom, but a piece of paper caught her eye.

Paris,

Gone to Stars Hollow for the night. Be back tomorrow sometime.

-Rory

She grinned and turned around to face Greg while dragging him onto the couch with her. They began making out heavily and clothes quickly found their way to the floor. Just as Greg's mouth found Paris' exposed breast the door flew open and an excited Tristan ran into the room.

"Ror..... Holy shit!" he screamed and covered his eyes with his hand. "Somebody please tear my eyes out!"

Greg landed on the ground with a thud as Paris rushed to cover herself up. She was extremely pissed at Tristan, but the yelling would have to wait until after she finished getting dressed. She put her sweater on before finally acknowledging the man who walked in on her and Greg indulging in a little foreplay.

"Why don't you knock anymore!?" she yelled. "Just because you're dating one of the people that lives here doesn't mean you're allowed to just waltz in here whenever the hell you want to."

Greg suppressed a laugh as he watched his fiance chew his best friend out. It turned him on whenever she took charge like she was doing right now. He loved how her eyes would smolder whenever she was angry, and he just wanted to whisk her into his arms to ravage her. Unfortunately, Paris heard him laughing, as did Tristan.

"What are you laughing at?" they both asked him simultaneously.

"Uh... noth," he began, but Paris cut him off.

"This isn't my fault, you know. It's yours! You are the one who couldn't keep it in your pants when we got here! Show a little self-control! You don't see me jumping your bones in the middle of your living room!"

Tristan just gaped at the two of them, while mentally trying to shake the image out of his head. He didn't think that was possible. Every time he blinked, he could see Greg groping Paris' bare chest. Bad thoughts! He ran his fingers threw his messy hair as he watched Paris yell at Greg. Tristan noticed that Greg was actually enjoying getting yelled at, and didn't want to see anything like he'd walked in on... ever again, so he interrupted Paris' rant.

"I was actually looking for Rory."

"She's in Stars Hollow. And if you'd called to begin with, you would have known that!" Paris bellowed.

Paris turned her attention back to Greg, so Tristan slipped out of the door unnoticed. After silently shutting the door behind him, he shuddered when the image wouldn't leave his head. He had to see Rory, but then he realized what she was doing! His eyes got huge, and knew he should probably steer clear of Lorelai for the next century or so.

Rory and Lorelai walked arm in arm to the diner. Lorelai was carrying the conversation, and noticed that Rory was quieter than usual. Whenever she came home she was bursting with information to tell Lorelai. They always talked about Tristan, Yale, and anything else that might be going on in her life. Today, she was barely talking at all, and only talked about Tristan when Lorelai brought him up. They walked through the door of Luke's when Lorelai decided to call her on it. But, just as she opened her mouth Luke ushered them to a table.

"You need to hurry up and eat," he told them.

"What? Why?" Lorelai asked him as she took a seat.

Rory sighed in relief when she figured out that Lorelai was now on a subject other than Tristan. She was going to tell her mother that she had had sex, but Rory wanted to tell her in her own time and in her own way. That definitely did not entitle her being badgered into finally confessing. Rory snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention to where Luke and Lorelai were having their familiar banter.

"What? Are you seriously telling me that you're trying to keep Kirk out!"

"You don't understand! He's been driving me insane! Every day he comes in and sits in that spot at eight o'clock at night. Then, he whines about his cat for an hour until he finally has to go home! Every night, Lorelai. Every single night!"

Lorelai burst into a fit of giggles. Rory smiled at the small town humor she missed, but her mind was on other things, so she didn't get as big of a laugh as she usually would. Lorelai noticed, but decided they'd talk about it at home. Luke poured them coffee in to-go cups and practically pushed Lorelai and Rory out the door.

"Tomorrow, I'll make you whatever you want. Just please leave!" he pleaded.

"You mean, you'll make us danishes even though it's not danish day?" Lorelai asked.

"Yes, anything you want."

"As much coffee as we want?" she inquired with raised eyebrows.

"Fine," he grumbled.

"You mean..."

"Lorelai, if you don't leave right now then I will take my offer back."

"Bye Luke!"

Luke closed the door behind him, and flipped the sign to 'Closed,' before heading into the back to do some inventory. He came out twenty minutes later and saw Rory's sweater on the back of her chair. Thinking that she may need it, he picked it up and left the diner.

With that, they left for the short walk home. Rory pushed other thoughts out of her head and thought about Kirk bugging Luke for an hour about his cat. It was sad, but very entertaining for the two of them! Lorelai saw the change in spirits and gave Rory a sideways hug.

"I missed you, girlie."

"I missed you, too," Rory replied as she opened the door to their house.

They sat in the living room, and Lorelai looked at Rory with a grin. Her grin faded, though, when she saw the serious look on her daughter's face. She sat down next to Rory on the couch and new it was time for a mother-daughter chat.

"Rory..." she started, but was cut off.

"I had sex," Rory blurted out.

Lorelai sat in stunned silence for a moment. Her baby girl wasn't a virgin anymore. The thought took the wind out of her, and she struggled to breathe. Sure, she knew this was coming, but she didn't think any mother was truly ready to let their child's innocence go. Rory's eyes were on the seam of the couch, and she shifted nervously.

"Okay, well. How was it?" Lorelai asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mom!" Rory exclaimed.

"Well? What am I supposed to ask you?"

"I don't know, but that's weird."

"Seriously, Rory. You can tell me how it was, I am your best friend after all," Lorelai told her.

She remembered her first time, and she really wanted to tell someone how she felt. Lorelai wanted to be that person for Rory. Even if she did feel a little uncomfortable, it was better than not knowing if everything was perfect for her. Rory deserved perfect, she was such a good kid.

"Oh, well it was..." Rory thought about the glorious night, and thought about how to put it into words. "Wonderful. But, that doesn't even begin to describe it, Mom. I mean, it was the best thing I've ever experienced. I love him so much."

"I remember that feeling," she said with a smile, "I haven't had it in quite a while, but I do remember it. Now that I've done my part in 'best friend' mode, it's now time to switch to 'mom' mode. Did you use a condom?"

Lorelai was only joking about this, because she knew her daughter was responsible enough to know she needed to use protection. She taught Rory how to put a condom on a banana when she was ten. It was just something they'd always talked about. A lump formed in her throat and her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw the look on Rory's face. Her responsible baby girl was staring at everything, but Lorelai. Her shoulders were hunched over, slightly and she was nervously wringing her hands.

"Rory, please tell Mommy you used a condom."

"I'm on the pill, Mom. I didn't think we'd need one," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"What!? Lorelai yelled. "Rory! You and I both know the pill isn't 100% effective! You know that I've taught you always to use a condom! Oh my God, you're going to end up pregnant like me! Is that what you want?"

"No. Mom, I'm not going to get pregnant!" Rory shouted back. "I know what I'm doing, and I know Tristan would never do anything to hurt me!"

"Oh yeah, Tristan. He was the one who didn't want to wear a condom, wasn't he! He's not good for you, Rory! Can't you see that. He's irresponsible. I kept my mouth shut when you first brought him over here. I tried to accept him, but the truth is he's just like..." Lorelai shut her mouth, but it was too late.

"Who, Mom? Dad! Tristan is nothing like Dad! He would never leave me, Mom! Never! He loves me. I know he does, and he is responsible. I didn't think we'd need a condom, and I am not going to get pregnant!"

"How do you know, Rory?" How do you know he's not like Tristan? How do you know you're not going to get pregnant? Do you think I knew? I was naive, just like you are!" Lorelai yelled back.

"I am not naive! I know how people can be, and I just thought you might be happy for me, Mom! I just wanted you to be happy for me, because I have someone that I love and he loves me back. And he made my first time something I will remember for the rest of my life! You ruined it!" Rory screamed as her hot, angry tears ran down her cheeks.

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed to the door leaving Lorelai standing in the middle of the living room completely stunned by her daughter's harsh words. She heard the door open, and then it slammed shut. Lorelai tried to keep her tears from flowing when the door opened a second time.

When Rory opened the door, she saw Luke standing on the porch holding her sweater in his hands. She knew he heard every word she said the second she looked at his face. Rory sniffled and grabbed her sweater as she ran to her car. With a shaking hand she got in and drove off. The only thing she saw before pulling away was Luke going into her house.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, I made it extra long since I've been neglecting it lately!!! Please review review review!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer2: The song 'Naked and Famous' was from the Presidents of the United States of America, and unfortunately they don't belong to me :( But, they are a kickass band, so check them out!