AN: Yes, I am planning on bringing Dean in sometimes soon. If not this chapter, then the next. Also, Marty isn't coming in, well, until Rory goes back to Yale. So, not for a while. Anyway, I hate Logan. I think he is a rich, meaner version of Dean. So, no Logan.

Oh, sorry, but I'm not going to change anything about the Luke/Lorelei bit in this episode. I really like it the way it is.

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"Reservation for Danes, please," he said, sauntering up to the desk.

"Luke." Lorelei said, nervous and excited at the same time. "I have your key right," she said, elongating the word as she bent down to retrieve the key from under the desk, hitting her head on the way back up, "here," she finished, handing it to him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, reaching out a hand to steady her.

"Yes, I've actually done that three times already, one, two, three; thrice!" she rambled.

"Uh huh," he nodded, "So, I'm going to head up. See you later."

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Rory and I stood in the doorway leading to the hall by the stairs.

"It was really great what you said to my mom. Very prince-charming of you," Rory informed me.

"Yes, well, that is my reputation."

She laughed. I love when she laughs; much more when I make her laugh. "You know," she said, pulling herself closer to my chest, "I think she's beginning to like you." I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I don't know about that," I insisted. "I mean, yes, I did come back and charm your brains out, but, I am still that same guy who blew off her 'Welcome to Star's Hollow' dinner right in front of her."

"Bad seeds can create good fruit."

"I'm not sure that's quite the way it works," I informed her, "Maybe I'm just like wine."

"Or cheese," she added.

We turned, walking down the hall, my arm still around her waist. "So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, dinner's at seven seven-thirty." She looked down, pulling writs up to check my watch. "It's only six-forty five."

"Well, we could-" I started, but was interrupted.

"Rory!" Lorelei called. She ran over to us, a panic look on her eyes. "Rory, I forgot the CD's."

"Why do we need CD's?" I asked.

"In case," she informed me, "The guests want to listen to music in their rooms." Then, to Rory, "Go home and get some okay?"

"Yeah, sure," she tuned to leave, pulling me with her.

"Be back by dinner," she called after us.

"Go get your mother some CD's," I finished. Rory laughed again, running towards her house.

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Rory and I sat on her bed, picking through her CD's.

"Rory, as much as I love the Bjork, I really don't think anyone else in Star's Hollow would be fond of her," I tried to convince her.

"Fine," she sighed, "Okay, so what about the Bangles? Do you think Taylor will object to them?"

"No, not at all."

She nodded in approval, dropping it into a box on the floor half filled with CD's, slipping in another CD in the process.

"I saw that," I informed her, reaching for the box. She jumped up standing over it.

"Saw what?" Rory asked, innocently.

"That Clash CD."

"What Clash CD?"

"Rory," I laughed, "Come on, give me the CD. You know they won't like it."

"Well, I'll convert them."

"Rory," I muttered, reaching around her. She stopped me, her hands on my chest.

"Jess," she murmured, before her lips collided with mine. A minute later, I broke the kiss, so that my lips moved on hers.

"Cheater." But I hardly got the word out, because once again, she had eliminated the area between us. "Well," I muttered, stumbling backwards onto the bed. She was kissing my ear now, sucking on it lightly. I suspended a moan. "If it really means that much to you."

So that's how we were, here hands tugging at my collar, when the doorbell rang. She rolled out from under me, not without a groan of complaint from me. "Oh grow up," she muttered, leaving the room. I pulled myself up so that my back was against the wall, straightening out my shirt. I heard the door open, and then I heard voices. Dean.

"Oh, hey….Dean," she said, as I happily noticed, not too enthusiastically.

"Rory, I, uh, wanted to talk to you about….something," he stumbled.

"Um, you know what, I don't think now is actually the best time," she stated.

"Well, your mom said that you weren't at the inn, so I just figured you were here," he went on, completely ignoring her. "Why aren't you at the inn?" he asked.

"I'm just running an errand. And I actually should be finishing up so…" she trailed off, but he didn't take the hint. I heard footsteps on the wooden floor, getting closer. Then I heard faster ones following them. "Hey, Dean, you shouldn't be here. You should go home."

"Hey, is you room still the…" he stopped, poking his head in, seeing me, sitting on her bed, one knee bent up with my elbow resting on it. "Jess…"

"You're not her boyfriend anymore," I declared, getting up off the bed to stand next to her, taking her hand in mine to let her know I wasn't mad. "I am." He just glared at me. "In fact, I distinctly remember you breaking up with her, so you really don't have a right to his whole 'jealous ex' bit."

"You don't belong here," he spat at me.

"Really," I asked, "because, the way I see it, was invited, and you weren't," I pointed out.

Something in his face twitched. "You don't belong with her," he said, "it would be better for everyone if you just left now instead of drawing this whole thing out any longer."

"Dean. Leave," Rory said, firmly. "You can't just come into-" but she was caught off, again, by him.

"I mean, do you even consider anyone else's feelings? Or is it just all about you?"

"I don't want to fight you, Dean," I said, trying my best to stay calm. Rory squeezed my hand, moving closer to me.

"Well, that's a first," he muttered.

"Dean, you need to go away now. We broke up, do you remember that? Did you think we were going to be together forever? I was only fifteen when we started dating. You're married now. Where is Lindsay? Isn't she your wife?" Rory was yelling now. I had never heard her yell before. "It's not fair what your doing to me. Or to Jess. Or to Lindsay. This isn't what we deserve."

"Fine," he spat, storming out of her room, slamming the kitchen door one the way out.

As soon as that door slammed, Rory collapsed, into me crying. "Shh. Rory it's okay. He's a jerk. Don't worry about it." That's what I said, but I really didn't know what to do. So there we sat, on the floor in her room; she sat in my lap, and I held her, stroking her hair while she shook, sobs racking out of her small frame.

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"Hey, Babette, who is that?" Luke asked, pointing towards a man sitting in the Lobby of the inn, drawing Lorelei's attentions.

"Oh, that's Jason Stiles, Lorelei's ex-boyfriend. I didn't think they had gotten back together, but I could check with Patty. Sometimes she gets news sooner than I do; something about her phone picking up interference of other people's conversations. Location's everything."

Luke got up, walking over to Jason. "Hi"

"Hi, are you a friend of Lorelei's? I'm her boyfriend," Jason stated, as if it were true.

"I, uh, I thought you guys broke up," Luke asked.

"Ah, well, that, I prefer to call it a 'temporary break'"

"Oh, well, um. Okay, the best of luck with that," Luke muttered, before storming away, looking for Lorelei.

"Hey," she said, rounding a corner, nearly bumping into her. "Last one up."

"Not quite the last," he said, gruffly, motioning towards Jason.

Lorelei looked over Luke's shoulder, at Jason, flinching.

"I'm not a mysterious man, am I?" he asked, abruptly.

"Well, the wardrobe's a bit of a head-scratcher," she started, but was interrupted.

"I thought my intentions were clear."

"Luke, they," he interrupted her again.

"I invited to you to Liz' wedding, I asked you to a movie, I even brought you flowers. Do you know how many times I've brought people flowers? None! Fairly easy statistic to keep track of," his voice was rising.

"Luke…"

"I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. This is what the damn book said to do."

"What book?" she asked, but he stormed off outside. She followed him.

"Well what about at Liz' wedding? I thought there was a moment?" he asked.

"There was a moment," she confirmed, her voice barely audible.

He looked at her, after a while, moving closer to her. She stepped back. "What are you doing?"

"Would you just hold still?" And he kissed her. Sure, at first, it was weird. This was Luke. Luke! This is what it is like to kiss Luke. Wow, I'm kissing Luke. This is nice. She relaxed. Just as she went to put her arm around his neck, he pulled away, looking down. She leaned towards him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Would you just hold still?" she whispered. I'm kissing Lorelei Gilmore. It's so…right. I kissed her. She kissed me. It works. The damn book really worked. Huh. She pulled away, staring at a spot a few inched above his shoulder.

At the same time, they reached for each other. Pulling themselves into the other's embrace.

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"You are the best boyfriend in the whole world," she said, hugging his chest as they walked back to the inn.

"At least I am now," I added. I readjusted the box on CD's under one arm, so that I could wrap my other one around Rory.

She stopped, turning towards me so that she stood in front of me. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't of been there," she admitted slowly, quietly, almost on the brink of tears, again.

"Hey," I said, putting the box down to pull her into me, "Hey, don't worry about that. That didn't happen. That's never going to happen."

She buried her face in my neck, tightening her arms around me.

"You think I'm ever letting you go again Gilmore? Your stuck with me for life, baby."

She laughed, her head bobbing against my neck. I rubbed her back, and we continued walking. Silence overwhelmed us.

"Good," she said, after a while, "because I don't know what I would do if you ever left again."

I hugged her tighter, and we walked towards the inn.

We approached the inn, and we saw two people on the porch. Kissing. Luke and Lorelei. On the porch. Kissing. I stopped, staring ahead at them. Rory looked up, due to my abrupt halt. Following my gaze towards the front porch. She stopped, seeing them. "Oh my God," she muttered.

That's when we heard it. There was a loud scream, and Kirk came hurtling out of the doors right behind Luke and Lorelei, covering himself with a pillow. Luke tore himself away from Lorelei, running after Kirk. "Oh my God," she laughed.

I stood next to her, Jaw dropped. "Wow," I breathed.

"The things I could say," she rambled. "Mom. Luke. Kissing. Naked Kirk. Luke chasing naked Kirk. Mom kissing Luke," she paused, thinking. "Mom kissing Luke!" she yelled.

Which, of course, Lorelei heard, and she started walking over to us. "You kissed Luke," Rory gawked.

"You kissed Jess," she stated.

"He's my boyfriend," Rory countered.

"Yeah, well, he wasn't until you kissed him at Sookie's wedding," she went on.

There was a significant pause, but Rory broke it. "So you want Luke to be your boyfriend?"

"I don't know…. Can we talk about this later?" she asked, pointedly motioning towards me.

"Mom," Rory began.

"Just go up Rory, go up with Jess. We'll talk about this tomorrow," she emphasized the last word.

"Wow Lorelei," I spoke up for the first time, "You're practically pushing her on me," I smirked.

"Yeah, well, you grow on me, kid."

"Okay, night mom," Rory said, pulling me towards the inn. "We'll leave the box with Sookie."

"Night," Lorelei called.

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We were in our hotel room.

Rory sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of shorts and a t shirt. I was undressing, just pulling my shirt over my head, when I noticed her staring at me. I stopped, pulling it back down.

"You stopped," she whined.

I laughed, moving to sit next to her. "It's not a strip show, you know."

"Yeah," she asked, more than said, really, while wrapping her arms around my neck. I pulled her into me, holding her like I was carrying her, with one arm under her knees, and the other on her back. She pulled her face closer to mine, until we were only an inch or so apart.

"Yeah," I breathed, tickling her lips with mine. I pulled away, studying her face, "You are so beautiful," I said, tickling her legs with my fingers

"Oh believe me," she laughed jokingly, "I know." She batted her eyelashes dramatically.

"See," I said, kissing around her face, presently, her eyes, "this is when," I paused kissing her cheeks and chin, "you tell me," I stopped, kissing all around her mouth, "just how pretty I am," I finally finished. She placed her hands on either side of my face, pulling it down to meet her lips.

"You're not exactly freakishly deformed," she informed.

I laughed into her mouth, my breath mixing with hers, "Thanks," I breathed into her mouth, pulling her down with me. She reached for my belt buckle, resting her head in the crook of my neck. "Someone missed me," I joked.

She blushed but continued. "Well, if you don't want to…" she began.

"Oh that's quite all right," I chuckled, pulling on her shirt. She, too, pulled my shirt over my head. "If you insist," I went on. She placed little kisses down my chest, rubbing her hands up and down my sides. "Just because, you know-"

She interrupted me, grabbing my face, pulling it to meet hers. She moaned into me. I rolled over, so I was on top of her. I kissed down her neck, to her shoulder, to her chest.

"Huh," she half moaned, half whispered.

I smirked.