Thanks guys, for your nice reviews. :) I decided to continue with that story. At least a little bit. I mean, they didn't even have a date, right?
Okay, I know it's been a while since my last update but I was extremely busy with college and stuff. So I hope you still want to read my story.
So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it... and please review! Thanks! :D

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Chapter 17

Lorelai and Rory entered Luke's Diner Wednesday evening. When Luke heard the bells, he yelled from the store room. "Just a second."

"Oh, honey. You better hurry." Lorelai answered so that he could hear it.

A few seconds later he came out from the back with a new carton of napkins, "Hey." He greeted them both and then turned to Lorelai. "Did you just call me honey?"

"Yeah." Lorelai said, grinning. "Don't you like that?"

"You're just lucky that the Diner is empty." He said, chuckling.

"Aw, you weren't complaining about that last night." She answered, still grinning.

"Lorelai."

"Anyway." She tried to change the subject. "Coffee to go please."

Grabbing the coffee pot, he turned back to them. "There you go." He said and poured coffee in two plastic cups.

"Give me all the coffee you have."

"Dinner with your parents, right?" Luke asked sympathetically.

Lorelai nodded slightly and looked at him. "I don't wanna go." She pouted.

"Oh c'mon, Mom. It's not going to be that bad."

"Huh, easy to say because you know they like you." She thought for a moment and then continued. "Oh oh, I have an idea. You could tell them that I've an important meeting at the Inn that I couldn't skip…"

"Mom."

"Or uhm… that I'm not feeling well. This could be true because Sookie wanted me to taste her new sauce and I can tell ya, that was a weird combination of ingredients." She wrinkled her nose.

"Mom." Rory urged impatiently.

"Oh no. Better idea. I broke my leg when I was chasing this little bird of yours through our living room. Stumbled over a pile of books next to the sofa and wham! It doesn't have to be a serious fracture. Just serious enough that I'm not able to join you to the… let's say, next few Friday night dinners and..."

"Okay, stop it. You promised grandma to come. Besides this, you can't leave me alone."

Lorelai sighed and looked at Luke, "It was worth the try."

"Yeah, you planned out everything so well." He shook his head grinning.

"Not funny, Mister." She reached for her cup. "So, are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Absolutely."

"Good." She smiled, leaned over the counter and gave him a quick kiss. "Bye."

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In the car on their way to Hartford

"So, what's tomorrow night?" Rory asked curiously.

"Oh, our first date."

"Really? Aw, finally." Rory nodded smiling.

"Who you're telling this. But now that this whole Rachel thing is solved, it's really about time."

"And what are your plans?"

"We're going out for dinner and then… we'll see." Lorelai said grinning while she parked the car in front of her parent's house.

"So, are you going to tell them?" Rory asked after they climbed out of the car and made their way to the front door.

"What?"

"About Luke. That you're seeing him."

"Oh, that. No." Lorelai shook her head and emptied the coffee in her hand in one big sip.

"No? Why not?"

Lorelai let out a small laugh, "Rory. What do you mean with why not? You know my parents."

"So you're going to lie about it?"

"No. I just don't tell them."

"It's the same."

"No, it's not. Look, this thing with Luke and me, is all new and so great. I don't want them to ruin that. And I'm sure they will." Lorelai said matter of factly.

"But you don't know that. Maybe they're happy for you."

"You do know that we're talking about Emily and Richard, do you?" she said and rang the bell.

Suddenly the door burst open, "You're late."

"Uhm, nice to see you too, Mom." Lorelai rolled her eyes and they entered the house, slipping out of their coats to hand them to the maid.

"You're late, Lorelai. Why is it that you're never on time? That's the most impolite thing that you can do when someone invites you."

"But it's…"

"No, don't tell me it's just us because it's impolite anyway." She looked at them. "Rory, you look beautiful, like always."

"Thanks, grandma."

"You're welcome." Emily told her with a smile but it vanished when she looked at Lorelai. "Is that a dress?"

Frowning, Lorelai looked down at herself. "That's what they told me when I bought it."

"Was it the only dress they had there?"

"No, of course not. But I liked it."

Emily shook her head, "Next time you go shopping with your daughter. She has more sense for clothes than you have." She said and moved around, heading towards the living room. "So, come on in. It's time to introduce you to our guests."

Lorelai had no time to counter to Emily's clothes speech and turned to Rory, "Guests? She didn't say anything about other Guests."

"Don't look at me like this. You talked to her on the phone."

"This is our daughter Lorelai and her daughter Rory." Emily told them with a smile. "Lorelai, these are Claire and Michael, and their son Wilbur. They're friends of us. Michael and Wilbur work in the same company like your father."

Lorelai forced a smile, "Nice to meet you." Rory did the same.

After Emily made sure that everyone has a drink they sat down and began to talk.

"Rory, how's school?" Richard started.

"It's fine, grandpa. I got an A on my last research paper." She told him proudly.

"Congratulations, Rory." He smiled and turned to Michael. "She's going to Yale one day."

"Harvard." Lorelai threw in.

"You don't know that."

"Sure, I know." Lorelai nodded. "Rory wants to go to Harvard. So she's going to Harvard."

"Harvard, Yale. Where's the difference. They're both excellent universities." Michael volunteered before he sipped on his glass of wine.

There was a silence between them before Claire broke it, "Lorelai. Your mother told me that you're managing a hotel? That's really great."

"Yes. It's the hotel of our town and it's kinda small."

"But it's very impressive how you worked yourself up and now you're the manager of it." Claire said, smiling.

"Thanks, but it's not that big a deal."

"Of course it is." Claire nodded. "I have a question. We're organizing Charity dinners for our association every now and then. Is it possible to book your hotel for one of those events any time soon?"

"Uhm, sure."

"Good, I'm glad." She smiled. "I call you in the next days so that we can arrange a date."

"Okay." Lorelai nodded smiling when she noticed Wilbur's stare. She looked at him for a while before she shifted her gaze back to Claire. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Dinner's ready." The maid told them politely.

"Thanks, Margaret. Let's go over into the dining room." She lifted herself from the sofa and walked into the other room.

After dinner the maid served coffee and they talked about some random things until Wilbur spoke up. "Lorelai, excuse me. Can I ask you something?"

The conversations around the table got quiet and shifted their attention to Wilbur.

"Uhm, sure. What is it, Willi?"

"Lorelai." Emily said upset. "His name is Wilbur."

"I know. It's just I thought Willi would be a cool nickname." She tried to explain but stopped when she noticed Wilbur's glance. "I guess not." She murmured and looked at him. "So?"

"There's this Charity event this weekend my mother organized. It's supposed to be really nice because it's in one of those old and impressiv castles. So I wanted to ask…well… I wanted to invite you."

"Uhm…" Lorelai didn't know what to say, what rarely ever happens.

"I mean, we could go there together."

"Together." Lorelai repeated nervously when she felt all eyes on her.

"Yes, I could pick you up and we could go there together. It's some sort of a date if you want." He gave her a smile.

Lorelai let out a small laugh, "Willi…Wilbur, look… uhm, this sounds really nice but I can't, I'm sorry." she said simply.

"Why not?"

"Yes, Lorelai… why not?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Because I have this thing and…" she took a quick glance at Rory, "…and I can't skip that." She cleared her throat and got up, "Excuse me. I'll be right back." She apologized and left the room but Emily followed her.

"Lorelai Gilmore."

"What Mom?" she stopped in the hallway and turned around, sighing.

"What was that?" Emily asked with her hands on her hips.

"What was what?"

"Wilbur asked you out. How could you turn that down?"

"Because I'm not interested, Mom. That's it, okay?"

"Not interested?" she asked, sarcastically. "You're not getting younger, Lorelai. And you're still single."

"Mom."

"What? I'm right, am I? So, now there is this really nice and polite young man who asked you out. He works in your father's company and has a good standard in the society. How possibly on earth could you turn him down? I just don't get it, Lorelai."

Lorelai touched her forehead and exhaled deeply. "Of course not."

"Then tell me, Lorelai."

"Mom, please."

"How does that look like? I have to go back in there and tell my friends why you don't want to go to this charity event with their son. Do you know in which awkward position you put me right now? That's embarrassing Lorelai. So please go back in there and tell Wilbur that you'll go out with him." Emily demanded, sternly.

"No, I won't, Mom."

"Lorelai."

"I don't even know why we're having this conversion right now. I mean, it's my decision after all with who I'm going out or not, isn't it?"

"It's not that easy, Lorelai."

"Yes, it is. And now excuse me. " She moved around and headed to one of the bathrooms.

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To be continued... Please R&R! :)