Title: To Blind To See It

By: Bailee

Timeline: Season Two, Lorelai and Max's wedding.

Pairing: L/L, lots of JJ goodness.

Summary: It's the day of Lorelai's wedding and Luke is miserable, will he find the courage to tell her how he feels?

Disclaimer: I don't own, I rent.

Chapter Two: This Time We Knew It

I looked through the doors just to see "how full it was, but I was secretly looking for Luke. He said he "had to work" but I hoped he had changed his mind. I need him to be here, I need to know he's okay with this. But he's not. And I wish he would just tell me why. I know it's just because he wants me to be happy. But I won't be if he's not here. My best friend cannot miss the biggest day of my life. I need him to be here.

"Where are you going?" Sookie asked, rather loudly too.

"Luke's!" I yelled as I headed out the door. I'm not getting married without him. He's wiping the counters. He's mad, I can tell. Is he mad at me?

"Lorelai!" he exclaimed, stunned, "shouldn't you be getting married right now?"

"I couldn't do it. Not without you there." He needs to know I need him.

"What?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You are my best friend, Luke, and I needed you there." I started rambling, "There was obviously some reason you didn't want me to get married, something big enough for you to miss it. And if there isn't I'll be real mad at you. But I'm not doing it without your support."

"It's not that I didn't want it, it's just that I had to work." Luke stated.

"Yeah, because I see you're so busy in here." I replied sarcastically, glancing around the empty diner. Why won't he come? Can't he tell I want him there? Forget wanting him there, I need him there.

"It's in a lull." He said.

"Right. Luke why won't you come?" she asked, smiling her persuasive smile and twirling the single curl that hung down from her fancy updo.

"Fine, but I'll have to change." He finally gave in.

"Yay!" I said, excitedly, "Hurry!" He still didn't tell me why though. Oh my god, what if the whole town was right? What if Luke does have a thing for me? No, that can't be it. Can it? No, no it's not. That's not it.

He walked down the stairs and found me drinking a cup of coffee.

"Wow, what a shocker."

"Hey, a girl needs her coffee."

"Now?" he asked, trying to be surprised, even though I knew he wasn't.

"Well, somehow, unlike you, Max probably wouldn't understand me drinking it while walking down the isle." Oh man, I just compared marrying Max to marrying Luke. I can't believe I did that.

"Okay, come on!" I said, dragging him to the ceremony.

"Go!" I ordered him, "Now sit and watch me look Purdy."

I'm getting married. It didn't really hit me until now. When I leave this church, I will be Max's wife. He will be my husband. We will be married. I'm rambling in my head. The priest is starting, but I'm thinking about why Luke wouldn't want me to marry Max. is he a psycho murderer? No, Luke would be more worried about my safety than my happiness, so it can't be anything like that. He's cheating on me? He has a kid? Why won't he just –

"I object!" She heard Luke saying.

"You what?" I asked. What? What does he mean, he objects?

"Lorelai, you can't get married!" he replied.

"What why didn't you tell me this ten minutes ago when I asked you?" I asked.

"You saw him before our wedding?" Max asked, shocked. Even more shocked when I ignored him.

"I wanted you to be happy! But I just couldn't take it. You can't marry him!" Luke continued, ignoring Max.

"Why?" she screamed.

"Because I love you!" He screamed back. Oh my god. Did he just say what I think he said?

"You what?" Every Stars Hollowian in the church replied with her, except for Patty who was heard saying "Finally!"

"I … love you." He said.

"Oh my god." He- he loves me? I looked at Max. I looked at Luke. I looked at Rory. I looked at Sookie. I looked at my parents. I knew who they wanted me to be with. Max. Luke. Luke. Luke. Christopher. What I didn't know was who I wanted to be with. But did I even love Max? I was about to marry him. We were at the alter, and who was I thinking about? Luke. I guess that answers it. I smiled at him in response.

"Max, I am so sorry."

"What? You are leaving me at the alter for that – that diner man?" Max yelled in reply.

"Yes, and do you know why Max? Because unlike you, Luke understands me. He knows my coffee addiction, he knows how I'm a sucker for umpa lumpas, he knows how I'm obsessed with all the 80's bands and he knows all my faults, and still loves me anyway. But most of all, he knows me." I explained.

"Way to go sugar!" Babette encouraged.

"I know you!" Max argued.

"No, no you don't, not the real me, you know what you see in front of you right now, and that's not me. So if this is what you're in love with I'm sorry, but you're in love with my mother, not me. I'm sorry." I said again, then walked over to Luke kissed him. I'm kissing Luke. Luke. I'm kissing Luke. My best friend Luke. Great, I'm rambling again.

"I'll be right back." I whispered in his ear. Then I ran (or the closest thing to running I could do in my dress), and changed into my jeans, and tool down my hair, wanting to forget about almost making the biggest mistake of my life.

"Come on" I said, taking him to the diner. I am in serious need of some coffee. Today has been one stressful day. I sat down at the counter like I had so many times before. But today was different. Today we were in love. And this time we knew it.