For all of you who are wondering, New Haven is where Yale is. Jess did know about Rory's coming out. After the ball, Rory and Lorelei went into the diner in their big fluffy dresses and Jess was in there, mimicking Luke.

Oh. So, for a while, I got side tracked. I kind of forgot about the opening of the Dragonfly, but I'm back on track now, so no worries. Remember, sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing. Some days, I will have a visions of what I want to write, holding it in my head all day until I can have a few free moments to write it down. Other days, I sit down, writing entire chapters off the top of my head. All I can figure is, it's either total shit or it's great. Personally, I hope the latter.

Okay, I saw 10 Things I Hate About You for the first time this weekend, and I when I saw the part with the guidance counselor who was writing that romance novel, I was like, "Woah. Me." Oh, and, I am blown away by yall's reviews. Thank you so much. Anyway, Happy reading.

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"Rory," her mom pushed her into her bed, letting go of her, making her mattress spring up. "Get up."

"Neuah," Rory grunted, swatting her mom away while burrowing deeper into her quilt.

"Luke's!"

"Mom, I'm sleeping," Rory informed her.

"Funny, last time I checked, sleeping people don't form coherent sentences." Rory, ignoring her mother's words, mentally willed Lorelei to go away. Lorelei, in reaction to her ignorance, pulled all the sheets off of Rory's bed. Walking over to her dresser, she began to throw clothes at her: a red sweater, a blue jean skirt, a pair of socks, and a pair of shoes.

Finally, Lorelei managed to rouse Lorelei. Now they stood in front of Luke's.

"Mom, you pulled me out of bed," Rory accused, "Please tell me we're going in, where the happy coffee is"

"I think I might be dating Luke," Lorelei blurted out.

"What?"

"Well, I went with him to his sister's wedding, and we danced, and then he asked me to a movie. I know that all of these things individually do not mean dating, but…together? They just might."

"Mom," Rory said, unbelievingly, "I think you're dating Luke. What would make you think this is undate-like?"

"Well," Lorelei started, slowly, thinking over each world, "Maybe he is just lonely, and, since I am currently one of the women sitting at home thinking, 'God, if only there was a man like Aragorn' he chose me."

"Mom, this is Luke. Luke's diner Luke. The town's Luke. If something happens, everyone is going to know," Rory explained to her mother.

"Way to spread the joy," Lorelei mumbled. "Listen, just tell me if you see anything different, weird."

They walked into the diner, which was especially busy today. Luke walked past them, coffee pot in tow, "Sit anywhere you want. I'll be there in a minute." He ran into the back, taking an order to Caesar. He came back, moments later, placing two mugs on the table they stood next to. Lorelei slung her purse over the back of the chair, then, sitting down, missed the chair. Luke helped her up, and, after much embarrassment, got her into her chair again. Rory sat down.

"That was a little weird," she commented.

"Freak."

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Lorelei and Rory sat in their living room. Rory sat on the couch, looking over the guest list for the opening weekend. Lorelei sat on a chair, arranging people in rooms. An old Bangles CD was playing.

"Hey, Rory," Lorelei questioned, "Room six, you set it aside. Any particular reason?"

Rory put down the list, looking at her mother. "Oh, that. Well, I was kind of thinking, maybe Jess and I could have that room. I just, ever since we got back, we haven't really been able to spend as much time together."

"You and Jess sharing a room," Lorelei said aloud, as if trying the words on.

"Yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be a big deal or anything."

"I don't see why not. We have enough rooms. You did spend that whole month together in San Francisco, so…yeah."

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," Rory shouted, getting up as she mauled her mother into a hug.

"Hey, if it makes you that happy, what could I say?"

Rory put down her list, jumping off the couch. "I'm going to tell Jess."

"Don't do anything dirty," Lorelei called as Rory left.

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When Rory got to Luke's, Jess wasn't there.

"Hey Luke," Rory called, walking into the diner, "have you by any chance seen Jess?"

"He left a few hours ago, he should be back soon." Luke waited for Rory to say something, but she just stared into the distance. "Anything you want me to tell him?"

"No, no, that's okay. Just, um, ask him to come by when he gets back. It doesn't matter how late it is."

"Sure thing," Luke promised.

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Rory was curled up on an arm chair in her room. It was just about midnight. She sat there, still waiting for me, I guess. She has just gotten up to change when I through the first pebble. First, she looked around her room, opening her bedroom door to see if Lorelei was knocking, which she wasn't. Then, she looked out the window, opening it.

"What are you doing?" she half laughed.

"Throwing pebbles at your window."

"My rooms on the ground floor," she offered. "You could have just knocked, you know."

"It's more Shakespearian like this," I explained.

"Well," she said, opening her window farther, making room for her to exit through. "Let's go Romeo." She hopped out. I stared at her. "What?"

"You're sneaking out," I snickered.

"Am not."

"Are too, I never thought you had it in you Gilmore," I pushed.

"I am nineteen. If I want to go, I can. Anyway, my mom would let me go if she were awake," she made clear.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder; she grasped the hand that hung over her shoulder with hers, and we continued walking. We wandered towards the bridge, where else? We sat down, cross legged, facing each other. "So?" I asked.

"I talked to my mom," Rory spat out. "She agreed."

"How'd you manage that?" I asked.

"It really wasn't me. I just asked her and she said yes. She knew about the thing in San Francisco, and, I don't know. You should thank her. She would like that."

"San Francisco…. Just how much did you tell her about San Francisco?" I asked, eagerly.

She looked down, blushing. "Um, I kind of told her everything."

I could feel myself tensing up. I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath. Rory moved so that she was closer to me, her hand on my shoulder.

"Come on Jess, you know I had to tell her. You had to have known that I was going to tell her," she cried.

"It's fine. I understand, you had to tell her. It's just," I stopped sighing. "It's going to be really weird from now on. I mean… imagine how weird it must have been for her. Seeing me everyday, having to look me in the face, knowing that I deflowered her baby girl."

"Eww," she interrupted.

"What?"

"When you say deflowered it makes it sound gross."

I laughed. "Seriously, I mean eww…. Imagine her picturing us… you know."

"Okay, new subject please, "Rory waved her hand.

"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?"

"Yep," Rory answered happily. "She's so excited. I'm so proud of her."

"You sound like her mother," Jess remarked.

"Yeah well," she answered, pulling me up, "Someone has to make sure she still has all her fingers before she goes to bed every night."

I laughed. "You better get home."

"Yeah," she groaned, as I guided her back to her room, helping her through her window.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," I called to her suggestively.

"I bet you will," she called back.

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It was five in the morning on the day of the opening. Lorelei sat on the stoop of Luke's, waiting for him to open. At exactly five-thirty, Luke unlocked the door. Lorelei jumped up, practically ramming into him on her way to the coffee.

"It's five o'clock in the morning," Luke informed her, starring at her warily.

"Good call Tic."

"And you're awake," he finished.

"So that's what you call this consciousness."

"So," he asked, getting her down a stool from the counter, "what's up?"

"What makes you think something's up? Just because I am up before you open does not mean something is necessarily up." He just stared at her blankly. "The inn is opening today," she explained.

"Ah. Scared?"

"Not scared," she defended, "I prefer the term apprehensive, for your information."

"So, how scared are you?"

"Deathly," she admitted. "I'm guessing this is the part where I have to jump in?"

"That's right."

"Okay, well, I got to go. I'm planning on annoying Rory until nine," she said, getting up. "Thanks for your help."

"No problem."

She paused, halfway to the door, turning. "You'll be there right?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

She turned, smiling, and exited the diner.

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It was five-thirty, staff was bustling around the inn, Sookie was 'paper bagging it' as Rory had referred to it, and Lorelei was trying her best to remain composed. I had just gotten to the inn. As the owner's daughter's boyfriend, I was asked to be there a half hour early.

"Lorelei," I said, remembering Rory's advice from last night, "I, uh, just wanted to thank you for the room."

"Aw, no problem Jess. You changed."

I nodded, walking back to Rory.

Around five-fifty, Rory left me, to stand by her mom. "Time to greet the guests," Lorelei had announced. I, not being a town favorite, had slunk up to our room, attempting to stay out of the way.

I watched from the top of the stairs. Lorelei and Rory stood, side my side, in front of the entrance doors, greeting people. After a few minutes, Lorelei retreated back to the desk, starting to check people in. Rory, noticing me for the first time, flashed me a tense smile before going to check on Sookie.