She gets off work, and goes to Luke's.

"Hey," she says with a kiss.

"Oh, finally. I am having the worst day. Kirk knocked over a table with two sodas, a coffee, and a lunch on it. Then he offered to help. I didn't even bother take him up on it. Another disaster just waiting to happen."

"My day was okay, but I have Friday night dinner tonight…. Did you say something about coffee?"

"Already on it," he says pouring a cup. "I could come if you'd like."

"Hmm. Maybe."

"What would your mother think of me? I've heard horror stories. I've heard many horror stories."

"She'll like you. You're very likable. It's not like she's never met you before."

"I know, but she didn't seem to like me."

"You'll be fine."

"So I'm coming?"

"I guess, if you really want to."

"Yeah, I think we should get it over with."

"Yeah, okay. Rory'll be there too, so you won't just have me."

"Okay, so what time?"

"You can swing by my house at 6:30…in thirty minutes. Oh, and you should get kinda dressed up, they are so finicky. I love that word. Finicky! Finick! Is 'finick' a word?"

"I have no clue."

"See ya."

Twenty minutes later Luke arrives at Lorelai's house early to make sure that they're not late. He rings the doorbell. She shouts from inside, "Why are you so early?"

"Just ten minutes. I wanted to make sure we were on time. Someone has to."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on in," she says opening the door.

"Wow, nice dress."

"You likey?"

"I look good too, don't I?"

"Yeah."

She puts in her earrings, and she grabs her purse to head out the door. They get there at the same time as Rory, about five minutes early.

"Hey, Hon'"

"Hey. Hey, Luke. I didn't know you were coming."

"Just found out myself, about an hour ago."

"Hey! You suggested it," Lorelai says half defensively, half worried what her mother will do. Rory rings the doorbell. The maid answers and they walk to the living room.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Emily says utterly surprised and confused by his appearance.

"He and I are going out now, Mom. I wanted it to be a surprise, a good surprise, I swear."

"We only made food for four people."

"You can stretch the portions, can't you?"

"I suppose, possibly."

"Hello, Emily," Luke politely greets.

"Hi. And hi to you too, Rory."

"Hello."

"Your father's in his study, as always. Can I get you anything to drink? Anyone?"

"I'll have water," Rory answers.

"Wine's fine for me, Mom."

"Same here," Luke mutters.

Richard steps out of his study to greet his regular guests and his surprise. "Well, hello, everyone. And I do mean 'everyone'. Hello, Luke. What are you doing here."

"We're going out, Dad. I invited him."

"No, you didn't," Luke responds. "I kind of invited myself. I wanted to meet you more formally, Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore."

"Oh, how nice," Richard tries to be polite.

"So, how long have you been dating? I hope not long. You always seem to hide this kind of thing from me, and I don't know why, Lorelai," Emily interferes.

"We just had our second date last night," she says smiling at Luke.

"Really, you had a second date?" Rory asks quizzically. "You didn't tell me about a second date, just the first, which by the way, Luke, I think she loved."

Lorelai sticks her tongue out at her daughter in response to her last comment.

"Lorelai, do you really have to behave that way? You are a grown woman."

"Only on the outside," Rory comments.

They finally get to the quail and 'little trees' as Lorelai describes her broccoli.

"This tastes wonderful," Luke says to get on the good side of his kind of in-laws.

"Yes, it does," Emily mutters matter-of-factly.

"I don't like broccoli," Lorelai says.

"You don't absolutely have to eat it."

"I can never get her to eat vegetables either. She's awful like that," Luke admits.

"I don't like broccoli either," Rory follows.

"I already said you don't have to eat it."

Lorelai wonders to herself then outloud, "What's for dessert?"

"Ice cream."

"Yum!" Rory and Lorelai exclaim in unison.

After a tough dinner and dessert Luke and Lorelai, Richard and Emily, and Rory all go their separate ways.

"That was interesting," Lorelai says to Luke thinking back on the night. "They didn't seem to hate you…or love you."

"Yeah. Long, interesting night."

"We should go back to your place, get coffee."

"Okay."

They get back to the diner, and just as Luke was a surprise to the Gilmores, Christopher is a surprise to be discovered sitting in the diner drinking coffee.

"Chris!"

"Lorelai! Finally! Miss Patty said you'd be here eventually."

"Of course."

Luke butts in concerned and yet proud to have Lorelai, "Do want me to wait upstairs?"

"Yeah, thanks," she answers.

"Do you know why she told you I'd be in here eventually?"

"Because you like coffee, I hope."

"Luke and I are dating."

"Oh."

"And we love each other, much more than I'm loving you right now…. Chris, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see you. I needed to see you."

"What about Sherry? And Gigi? Where do they think you are? Do they know where you are?"

"Sherry kicked me out."

"What? Why?" she says concerned.

"She thinks I still love you."

"How did I see this coming? Is she right?"

"Why would I be here if she wasn't?"

"I must be insane…psycho…physic actually."

"Lor, what are you talking about? I'm the insane one right now."

"I-I…uh…I had a dream about you a few days ago," she admits almost whispering.

"Dirty?"

"Chris! No, it was not dirty. It was this…except you were at my house. You came to see me, because Sherry told you that she knew that you still loved me. I just hope this ends the same way the dream did."

"Wow…. Lorelai, there will always be something between us. You know it's there. I know it's there."

"We are like a light switch in haunted house, we are on and off so much, but eventually the light goes out. It's scary and weird, but you know what? That light went out a while ago, and I'm over you. I'm with someone else, and I'm happy. I hope Sherry will still take you back."

"No, Lor! I do. I do love you, and I always will. You feel the same way. I know you do. You always have."

"Maybe so, but not anymore! Just stop! Face it, Chris," she says lowering her voice. "It's over. Go back to your wife and kid."

"Why are you hiding the way you feel?"

"What in the Hell are you talking about! I don't think I have ever expressed myself as loudly as I am right now!" she says raising her voice again. "In fact, I am so glad to get this off of my chest in front of everyone. I love Luke! I do not love you, Christopher! Can I say it any clearer than that! How 'bout I answer myself! No, I cannot! Go away, Christopher! Please, just go away, and leave Rory out of this too. I don't want her trying to send me to a mental institution again, because someone compared me to Kirk when the soda machine takes his money. Let me tell you, he flips out. Even worse than I am right now, believe it or not."

"Your mother was right."

"Excuse me? You never say that in front of me. I might kill."

"She said you've been defensive lately."

"Defensive! Defensive! I cannot believe her, or you for that matter. Right now I am standing here yelling at you at the top of my lungs, and you just call me defensive! Defensive to what! Don't answer that; I already know that you'll say 'I really do love you. I just don't want to admit it.' I can't even look at you right now, okay. Now, I'm going to go before I do something that I will regret, as in kill my daughter's father. She would not like that very much even if I do describe this situation vividly, as I would. Now, please leave. Bye, Christopher." She turns and walks up to Luke's apartment crying. She knows she just hurt Christopher, and she knows how it feels to be hurt. She bursts through the door and grabs Luke by the arm kissing him for the comfort she sees in him. It is over with Christopher, and she is over with him.

Luke pulls away against his own will and asks what just happened between she and Christopher.

"I just flipped on him. He wouldn't listen. He just kept telling me that he knew that I still loved him, and he knew he still loved me. So I told him about a million times back that it would never work between us, because I love you, not him, and I never will love him again. By the way this is all completely true... I love you...especially for not coming to your diner to yell at me that I love you and you love me. Although, with you it probably wouldn't be as bad... I'm so sorry, Luke."

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

"For...I don't know being so pretty that I just lured him back. You know all the guys are after me."

"Yes, I know."

"And I chose you."

"Yes, I know."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After Lorelai attempting to go back downstairs twice, Luke finally gets up and makes sure that Chris isn't still down there, waiting. He's not.

"It's okay. You can go get coffee now. I swear it's safe."

"Coffee! Yea!"

They get downstairs, and Lorelai has gotten all the crying out of her system.

"Are you okay?" Luke asks once she's sitting behind the counter.

"Yeah, just kind of too many emotions to emote right now, you know?"

He nods and takes his hand on hers. He grabs a doughnut from the stand and hands it to her. "This pastry and its shape represent the never-ending cycle of my love and devotion toward you."

"And my love for doughnuts."

"Exactly."

An hour or so later, Lorelai is back at home and on the phone with Rory.

"So Dad came to Luke's?"

"Yep."

"Well, what did he say, do?"

"He told me that he still loves me and that he thinks that I still love him, which I don't by the way."

"But you love Luke?"

"Yes, I forgot to tell you before, but yes Luke and I have said that we love each other."

"Wow, so it is serious?"

"Yeah, it is... You're okay with that right?"

"Totally. I think he's much better for you than Dad is."

"Well, that's very mature of you."

"I mean I love Dad even if you don't, but he's been really out there lately."

"They all go crazy without me don't they?"

"Of course... So what did you say to him, when he came to Luke's?"

"I guess I did what I always do, except this time I really meant it. You know 'We're over and we'll never get back together.' 'Go away.' several times as far as I can remember."

"Did he go away? Is he gonna call me now? I really don't want to talk to him if he's done this again. Is it like an annual thing for him?"

"I told him not to get you involved, I just hope he listens. He doesn't seem to be very good at it though. Hey, Luke'll be here soon, and I still haven't gotten ready, so I'll talk to you later 'kay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too Hon'. Bye, bye."

Luke arrives to stay in and watch a movie, "Blair Witch Project".

"What! Why do we have to watch that?"

"Because it's underrated, and it needs respect."

"It's not rated well for a reason, and no, it does not need respect."

"Ugh! You complain too much."

"I do not complain too much."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't"

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"You argue too much."

"Ha! That's complaining."

"Well, if that's complaining, telling me that I complain too much is also complaining isn't it?"

"Isn't what?"

"Were you not...?"

"Something about sailing?"

"Lorelai!"

"Hair and keys?"

"Stop!"

"Turkish kilts and monster trucks?"

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

Eventually, they stop arguing long enough to watch the movie. Both laugh at the silly parts, and Luke doesn't understand why anyone would want to make movie like this. Neither does Lorelai, but they both love it anyway. They end up in kitchen making dessert- ice cream and cake for her and just vanilla for him. The next morning they wake up next to each other. This time there is a reason, and Miss Patty and Babette can talk as much as they like. They really don't care anymore. Lorelai wakes up first and kicks Luke in the shin waking him up as well.

"Sorry and good morning."

"Good morning."

They eat breakfast at her house after Luke calls Ceasar. All she has is cereal anyway, better put it to use. Lorelai puts marshmallows and chocolate milk in hers.

"Yum."

"Ew."

"Oh, shut up. You haven't even tried it."

"I know I haven't tried it. I also know why I haven't tried it."

"Somehow I doubt that it was because you never thought of it and therefore never had the chance."

"Somehow I managed to skip the thought of putting marshmallows and chocolate milk in my cereal. If I had thought of it, I assure you I would not have experimented."

"But you will now, right?"

"What do you think?"