A/N: I hate Dean. Dean likes Rory, but Rory only likes him as a friend. They aren't together.

Chapter 2

Rory found her mom in the living room looking like she had seen a ghost.

"Mom, are you ok?" Rory asked her mother sitting down on the couch beside Lorelai.

"Hey, yeah. I'm fine. I saw my best friend Mitsy from high school." she said laughing nervously.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Guess who I saw?" she asked knowing her mom would die.

"Who?" Lorelai said getting very interested.

"Tristan." Rory said calmly

"Oh really?" Lorelai said looking around.

"What?" Rory said curiously.

"I wanna see him." she said standing up.

"What!" Rory said following her mother.

"I wanna meet him," she said searching for a guy that fit his description, "Rory, babe, there aren't any fat bald teenage boys here." she said sighing.

"Well, he's not fat and bald. He has blonde hair and is medium built and is tall." she said.

"Oh, is that him?" she said pointing at Tristan.

"How did you do that?" Rory said in amazement.

"I knew he had to be hot by the way you always whine about him. And there aren't that many hot blondes here, so..." Lorelai explained shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh no! Mom, he's coming over here. Hide!" Rory said trying to run out of the room, but before she could get anywhere Lorelai grabbed her arm.

"No. I wanna meet him." she said walking up to meet him.

"Hi, you must be Tristan" she said walking up and sticking out her hand for him to shake.

"Yes, ma'am. You must be Lorelai." he said shaking her hand.

"Don't call me ma'am. It sounds like I'm 40." she said dramatically.

"You're not 40!" he said in amazement.

"Aw, thanks." she said laughing.

"No, I mean you don't look 40, but you have a 16 year old daughter." he said trying to explain himself.

"I had Rory when I was 16." she explained.

"Oh." he said a little embarrassed.

"So, what do you want to know about Rory?" Lorelai asked sitting on the couch.

"Well, does she have a boyfriend?" he asked trying his boundaries.

"No."

"Ok, I have got to tell you something. I've never felt this way about a girl. She's so beautiful. I've told her that so many times, but she doesn't believe me. I really care about her. What can I do to show her I really like her?" he said seriously.

"We're having a birthday party for her tomorrow at our house. Very casual. Just come and get her something. Nothing expensive just something to let her know you bought it and not your maid."

"Are you sure she wouldn't mind?" he asked

"No. And if she does, we'll just say you're my guest." Lorelai stated.

"Okay. She likes Harvard, doesn't she?" he asked.

"Yeah." Lorelai replied not sure where this was going.

"Thank you." he said getting up and walking over to Rory.

"Well, I'm leaving. I'll see you later, Rory." he said smiling.

"Okay? Bye." she said unsure of what just happened. She walked over to the couch Lorelai was sitting at.

"What?" Lorelai said noticing Rory was staring at her.

"What did you say?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing." she answered shrugging her shoulders.

"Mom, you talked for 20 minutes. You had to talk about something." she said trying to crack her mother.

"You'll see." she said getting up to go find Emily.