Author's Note: This story takes place during 'That Damn Donna Reed' from the first season when Luke & Lorelai are in the Diner deciding on paint. I changed the scene and just took it from there.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All of the credit goes to Amy Sherman-Palladino & the WB.

This is my first fanfiction so review and tell me if I should continue.

"Luke?" Lorelai shouted as she stumbled into the diner after having some trouble with the lock. She never did like it when Luke locked his door while expecting her. It forced her to fumble through her tightly packed purse for her trusty bobby pin, the one that lit up. "Oh Luke! Luuccassss!"

"Hey" Luke said to Lorelai with a familiarly warm smile on his face as he bounced down the stairs into the diner, "I was disappointed that you didn't pull out the 'Stellaaa!' bit like you always do when you're being ignored."

"Hey there mister, we may be in a public place but it's 7:00 at night. Small town people are asleep at 7:00 at night. So don't go insulting my attention-getting techniques or I may be able to finally put to use what I picked up from watching The Karate Kid over and over four hundred times."

"You like that movie?"

"No questions! We've got some decision making to do."

Lorelai walked over to Luke's ancient radio and turned it on. The song "This Year's Love" by David Gray started to play.

"Won't ya kiss me on that midnight street

Sweep me off my feet

Singing, ain't this life so sweet?"

Luke watched as Lorelai glided between the tables to the soft music. The way her curls brushed back and forth over her face drove him absolutely crazy. Why on Earth did he accept her offer to help him pick out paint colors? He knew very well that when he was all alone with her, he couldn't help but practically stare and drool. When it was them and Rory, sure he could take it, but not just him and Lorelai.. all alone. He could tell that this was going to be a long night.

"So," Lorelai began playfully, "I was thinking purple walls, light pink trim, and some frilly ivory curtains. To me it just screams, 'This is a place of testosterone!'"

"You're funny. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"I have my days."

"Okay, serious time buddy," Lorelai said with a stern yet goofy look on her face, "I brought a bunch of paint chips so let's sit and you can pick out what you like."

"Uhmm.. what about blue?" Luke said, hoping for her approval.

"Blue, hm, yeah I like blue. As long as it's not this," Lorelai said gesturing to the wall with a disgusted look on her face.

"Promise," Luke said softly, that familiar smile returning to his face.

Lorelai had always liked Luke's smile. She thought it to be the nicest one she'd ever seen.

Luke noticed that there was a brief minute of silence that grew awkward and uncomfortable by the minute. Oh no, he thought to himself I'm staring at her again! He tried to break the silence by picking up the paint chips, only to knock over the salt and pepper shakers that he'd just filled, causing them to shatter all over the freshly waxed floor. "Damn it!"

"It's okay, I'll help you clean it up. Go get a broom and I'll get the trash can. Be careful."

Be careful. Those words rung in his ears. Anytime she said something slighty caring, the words stuck with him until the next ones came.

Luke returned with a broom and rubber gloves. "I only have one pair, you put them on, I don't want you to cut yourself."

For some reason, that made Lorelai smile on the inside.He cares, she thought. She liked that he cared. With most people, she couldn't give a damn, but not with Luke.

"I need to stop being such a klutz."

Lorelai suddenly broke out into laughter and tried to hide her giggles under her breath.

"I'm sorry, you find my clumsyness amusing?" Luke asked smiling.

"Uhm, no."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Because when you sat down I caught a glimpse of your Jimmy Buffett boxers. Buffetthead!"

"I am not a buffet head."

"Okay, then how do you explain the boxers?" Lorelai said, trying to control herself.

"Rachel bought them for me... a while ago." Luke replied, suddenly looking lost in thoughts of his once-girlfriend.

"Ohh... I didn't know. I'm.. I'm sorr-"

"Don't worry, you couldn't have known. Unless of course you have some weird infatuation with the history behind the man who cooks your meal's underwear."

"Well, don't underestimate Lorelai Gilmore."

"I won't," Luke said. He could start to feel his face getting flushed.

"You know," Lorelai started, "You're more than that."

"More than what?"

"More than the guy that cooks my meals. I hope you don't think that's all I think of you as." Lorelai was taken back by what she'd just said. She'd always wanted Luke to know how much he meant to her, but she could never quite find the words. Evidentally, though, she'd found them. Unfortunatetly, she wasn't quite sure if she should have said them. But they just came out, like word vomit. Luke looked pretty taken back by it himself. His eyes sort of widened and that's what made Lorelai think she shouldn't have said anything.

"Well I guess not," Luke said, still sounding kind of surprised. The thing was, he wasn't that surprised. Deep down he always knew that Lorelai held him close to her heart, or atleast somewhere in the vicinity of it. He just never thought that she'd actually tell him. This is your chance, he thought, This is your chance to get the girl. But how could he possibly? He'd already broken two things and made a horrible mess that was going to take forever to clean up.

"Well that's good. I'm glad that you know." Lorelai said, looking up from the spot that she was scrubbing the floor. Luke had never seen anything so beautiful before.