Trust Me

Lorelai took the bag with all the good-smelling food Luke had made her and waited for him to tidy up the kitchen. She sat on the stairs, her stomach grumbling, and looked around her living room. A pair of Luke's boots were on the floor between her couch and coffee table and one of his jackets was slung over the banister. Already there were signs of him in her house. Not that she minded, it just had never happened so fast before. She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the food again and sighed. Maybe she should have just let him fix her breakfast and then told him later that she didn't want things to change too fast. Although at this point, she wasn't sure there was much she could do about it. She guessed she and Luke were similar in that way—they both found it hard to get out of their individual routines.

"Okay," Luke entered the room to find her hunched over the bag. "I'm ready."

Lorelai put the bag down and stood, leaning towards him. His arms slid around her waist naturally. "I'm sorry about breakfast. I didn't mean to be picky."

"It's fine," he murmured.

"No, it's not. I need to try harder." She looked down for a second. "It was sweet of you to make me breakfast."

"You're welcome." He smiled.

She slid her hand in his and grabbed a jacket, ready to go. As they walked toward the center of town, she had an idea. "Hey Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's eat up in your apartment."

A shy smile crossed Luke's face. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Lorelai attempted to clean up downstairs as everyone started to file out of the diner. She reassured Sookie she would be fine on her own and flipped off the lights once her friend had left to check on her son. Music still wafted from the town square as Lorelai made her way around the diner, tearing down the streamers and making sure all red, white and blue remnants would be gone by morning. It was the least she could do after Luke had relented and let her use the diner for the post-election party. Lorelai was standing on a chair to reach the last of the streamers and missed the creak on the stair.

"Hey," Luke's voice startled her.

"OhmyGod," she began to lose her balance but caught herself. Luke had dashed across the room to help her. "I'm fine," she smiled up at him, a red streamer in one hand. "I thought you were sleeping."

"Not with that racket I wasn't." Luke scowled outside and Lorelai couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't think you would still be here," his face softened as he took the streamer from her hand and tore it down from the opposing corner.

"Well that's a much more efficient way than mine," she marveled. "I thought I could at least clean a little since you let us use the diner. Plus I'm not tired."

"You can stay." Luke offered again.

"Alright," she said softly, cocking her head.

"What?" She was looking at him funny.

"We're doing this right, aren't we?"

Luke shrugged. "I don't think there's a certain way we have to do anything, Lorelai. Like you said, we're still learning."

"Just be us." She said softly.

"Yeah."

"Does it seem...fast to you?"

"Maybe a little." Luke lied, knowing Lorelai occupied most of his thoughts. Most of his dreams as well. "But we're still okay?"

"Yeah, we are." She smiled.

"And you would tell me if we weren't?" He questioned.

She frowned. "Please trust me, Luke."

"I always have."

"Thank you," she leaned into him and his lips met hers.

Luke smiled as they broke apart, his hand running through her hair. "Let's go to bed."