Category: Gilmore girls

Title: A Birthday Kiss

Author: carleymarie

Rating: P.G.-13

Pairing: Trory

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, but we all knew that didn't we?

Spoilers: Season one

Setting: Rory's sixteenth birthday party at her grandparent's house.

Author's Note: I know what you're thinking. Why yet again is she starting another fic without finishing others? The million-dollar answer is that I thought of this idea while watching the "Rory's Birthday Parties" episode. I thought what would happen if Rory took that walk with Tristin.

Reviews: Always appreciated.

This was unbelievable. I had to get out of there. I headed for the front door - I could at least step out for a few minutes and get some fresh air.

But just as I neared the front door Tristin walked in complete with suit and tie. He had his hands in his pockets and he looked completely at home.

"Oh you're coming to greet me?" he asked arrogant as usual.

"Hello, Tristin," I said.

"So where's my birthday kiss?" he asked.

"It's my birthday," I said.

"So I'll give you a birthday kiss," Tristin offered as he came closer to me invading my personal space more with each step he took.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him taking a step away from him.

"Okay, I gotta tell you something. I'm madly in love with you," he said.

"Well good luck with that," I said to him.

"I can't eat, I can't sleep . . . I wake up in the middle calling out your name. RORY, RORY!" He shouted.

"Would you shut up, please?" I asked him.

"Rory, who's your friend?" Grandpa asked, walking into the foyer just then?

"I don't know, but this is Tristin," I spat out.

"Excuse me?" Grandpa asked.

"Tristin DuGray, sir."

"DuGray?" Grandpa reached out and shook his hand. "Are you any relation to Janlen DuGray?"

"That's my grandfather," Tristin said.

"Well, I've done business with Janlen for years. He's a fine man," Grandpa said.

I can't believe he was falling for this. Grandpa was just falling into the web Tristin was making.

"That he is," Tristin agreed.

"Well Rory, you have very good taste in friends. I approve," Grandpa said. Then a friend came to call Grandpa away, so Tristin and I were alone again.

"He likes me," Tristin said in his normal condescending tone.

"He's drunk," I retorted with.

"Come on, let's take a walk," Tristin said while reaching for my hand.

"Can you check your ego at the door if we do?" I asked seriously.

"Well it's your birthday so I'm sure I can manage," he said.

"Oh I'm sure you can," I mumbled.

Tristin and I walked out to the porch and stood for a few moments in silence. I looked around for a few seconds trying t think of something to break the awkward silence.

"So. . . . did you drive here?" I asked him.

"Why, did you want to go for a drive somewhere?" he asked me jokingly.

"Yeah, I do. Where's your car?" I said. My mind was completely turned off at that moment. I could've been poster girl for Miss. Spontaneity right then. I mean how crazy was I if I was willing to go out for a drive with some guy on my birthday?

"Did you have a bit too much to drink too? It's your birthday, and their are over a hundred people in your grandparents house celebrating YOUR birthday," he said to me.

"Thank you for that. Yes, I'm well aware that there are tons of people in their for my birthday, but the number of people I actually know I could count on less than one hand. The ones I don't know, don't want to know me either, so why bother staying?" I asked him.

He took a deep breath before speaking: "That was quite a mouthful. Yet why would you even want to go somewhere with me? You don't even like me," he said to me.

"Their is a thin line between despising someone, and lusting after them. I just want to figure out which it is to you and I," I said very pointedly.

Obviously I stuck a vein somewhere in him because he completely disregarded what I told him, and just said to me: "My car is right over here." He pointed down to the end of the driveway which was about 50 feet away.

We walked down to his car in silence. He had a look on his face as if he was thinking really hard about something. Maybe about what I said to him and what he felt back. He unlocked the door to his car and we both got in and sat down.

I couldn't bear the silence so I decided it would be the time to speak: "So are you going to tell me what you're thinking about or am I going to have to coax it out of you?"

"I just...I mean...the comment you made before. About despising and lusting after someone. I like you. I don't think I've ever said that to anyone else and have actually meant it," he said to me, stuggling with choosing words.

"Tristin, I wouldn't have asked you to leave with me if I didn't like you too. I mean, I knew that you either had to like me or just like teasing me. I'm glad to know the truth now," I said smiling.

I moved my hand to place it over he. He then laced his hand with mine.

"So now that we've got that figured out, would you like your birthday kiss?" he asked while chuckling.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said while we both leant into eachother melding for our first kiss of many to come.

The End.

Author's Note: Oh boy, when I was typing this up on the computer I had written out what I wanted, but as I was typing it out, it took on it's own plot. It was meant to be a new chaptered story, but it seemed to wrap it self up into a neat little package very quickly. I could add on and make it Rory and Tristin's relationship at Chilton and that could be the fic, with this being the prologue and then have a more deatiled plot. Share your opinion on whether it should remain a one-parter or not.

'Till later,

Carley-Marie : )