A/N: Sorry I didn't write any missing scenes for episodes 9 and 10. I was in the midst of finals and not feeling too inspired. I hope you enjoy this one though.

5.11: Women of Questionable Morals

And the Winner is…

Lorelai had a hard time sleeping that night too. Not because she had a tequila hangover but because she hated keeping things from him. She listened to Luke breathing and berated herself for not telling him when she had her chance. Lorelai didn't remember being this bothered by something as little as a lie (because usually the lie was for the other person's own benefit, a white lie if you will) in past relationships. Maybe she was growing a conscience or maybe she was scared of screwing things up with Luke. And telling him about Chris had seemed more risky. Now she knew the lie was.

Luke turned over in his sleep, his arm sliding around her waist. "Lu?" She whispered, hoping he was awake. She touched his hand. "Luke?" She tried again.

"Mmm," he murmured.

"Luke, I need to tell you something."

"Now?" He groaned. "Can't it wait for morning?" He asked groggily.

"No, it can't." Lorelai sat up in bed. Luke looked at her, bleary eyed. "You were right."

"About what?"

"About me lying."

"You had a headache, so what?" Luke frowned at her.

"Well it wasn't because—Chris's dad died."

Luke's face softened. "Oh, Lorelai," he started.

"No wait. Chris's dad died and I went over to his mom's house to see him and I ended up staying too long and we had some tequila so that's why I looked so beautiful yesterday morning." She finished sarcastically, letting out a long sigh.

"Lorelai," Luke said slowly. Her hands couldn't seem to stop shaking. "It's fine. I trust you."

"You—you do?" Lorelai shook her head in disbelief. "Because I don't trust me."

"I don't understand."

"Luke, you know me. I run away and I stand up friends who need their diners painted and I tell them how to raise their nephews and not to live with their girlfriends." Luke put a hand over Lorelai's mouth.

You know, none of this is any of your business.

It's absolutely my business.

"Stop, please. I know you did all those things, but you also gave me advice when Rachel was in town, helped run the diner when my uncle died and came to get me out of jail. And that's why I trust you."

You are not your uncle. I mean, would Louie ever build someone a chuppah, or help fix things around someone's house without being asked, or make a special coffee cake with balloons for a girl's sixteenth birthday?

Rory told you about that?

Lorelai couldn't help it, a smile spread across her face and she squeezed Luke's hand.

"You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?"

"I know."

"And that's why I didn't tell you. Because I thought you would be jealous. I thought you would think I still have feelings for Chris."

"Well," Luke caved. "I trust you, Lorelai, but that doesn't keep me from being jealous. But you and Chris have known each other a long time, you knew his parents, it's fine."

"We've known each other a long time too." Lorelai reminded him.

Luke chuckled, soft and low. "Yes, I know." Lorelai felt his warm hand on her stomach as he kissed her, his scruff tickling her chin and cheeks.

"We've been through a lot together, I guess." She sighed happily.

"The benefits of living in the same town," he replied.

"But I mean we have. Just us. And that's why we're different," she let out a breath, as she continued on. "Chris may know about my past, how I snuck out of my house and went to parties and rode next to him when he wrecked his first car, but he doesn't know how I raised a kid on my own or started my own inn or watched me go though relationship after relationship. That's you, Luke."

"So I win?" He teased.

"You do indeed," she smiled. "In more ways than one." Luke raised his eyebrows at Lorelai, who giggled as Luke tackled her, pinning her down on the mattress, kissing her again.

"Get some sleep," his eyes twinkled down at her. "Those blue eyes deserve to get some rest."

She nodded, sliding down under the sheets as he reached across her to switch off the lamp. "Thank you, Lorelai, for telling me." He murmured in the dark as he reached for her hand.

"You're welcome."