AN: Sorry its been so long, but I've been a little busy. But to make up for it, I made this chapter with an extra touch of love (or I'm just tellin you that to voke an "awww" reaction.) So I hope you all enjoy this for the hours I slaved away over it. Oh, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers, and to the people who don't review, because I don't balme you. Sometimes reviewing is a pain in the butt. Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter Seven: Because One Just Isn't Enough

The night ended with the Daily Show, an old rerun of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, and one long goodbye kiss. Finn promised to call Rory the next day, assuring that the next day did not really mean next Wednesday. Rory returned to her home and collapsed into her bed, falling asleep almost instantly. At his own home, Finn too went straight up to bed, but he could not manage to sleep. He stayed up for at least another hour thinking not just about his and Rory's night together, but also about how Logan would react to the news. He figured he would keep it on the DL for awhile, until there was news to tell him. With that last thought easing his nerves, he drifted off to sleep.

The next day Finn called as promised and they made plans to spend that night together. This time Finn was picking Rory up and taking her out for dinner.

That night he arrived promptly on time on Rory's doorstep, and led her out to his car. Rory commented on the change.

"This isn't the car you were driving yesterday."

"Good observation. You'll be a reporter yet."

"So did you buy a new car…?"

"No."

"Did you borrow a car?"

"No, this is mine."

"So you own two cars?" Although she was questioning him, it sounded more like a statement.

"Of course, silly." He answered her as if it were obvious. "Although, you'd be surprised at how hard it was for me to restrain myself from buying another one."

"And you just have two cars for yourself?"

"Hey, my motto is, if you've got it, flaunt it."

"To be truthful, I never thought I'd see you driving a sedan."

"Ah ah ah, not just any Sedan, a Cadillac."

"Now it all makes more sense."

"As it should. So how was your day?"

"Pretty boring. I went to the supermarket, did a little reading, then I cleaned the house."

"How domestic. I slept in late, went to an AA meeting this afternoon, and washed the Caddy."

"You did it yourself? Now that's extremely domestic of you."

"I don't think of it as a chore, more as an act expressing my love for it."

"Uh huh," Rory replied disbelievingly.

"If you're lucky, I might offer to wash you."

Rory laughed and blushed at his comment before changing the subject. "So where are you taking me?"

"Back to your place, but I figured I'd feed you first."

"How considerate of you."

It was at this point that they pulled up to a parking lot of a restaurant. As they walked into the building, it became more obvious to Rory that it was a Vietnamese restaurant.

As the hostess show them to their table, Finn whispered into Rory's ear, "I bring people here to make me look trendy. Is it working?"

When they were seated Rory answered him. "Finn, Vietnamese is so five years ago. We've moved on to new third world countries."

"I'll have to consult my cultural latache. I feel so behind the times."

"And who's your cultural latache?"

"Colin of course, who else?"

"No wonder you're behind then. Colin has horrible knowledge of culture."

"That reminds me. I gave my dear old friend a call the other day."

"Oh did you? And how is the old son of a gun?"

"Oh he's splendid. I told him that I ran into you, and he wasn't the least bit surprised that you were in Boston."

"Well he wouldn't be, would he? I've been friends with Stephanie since our senior year."

"So he told me. I was just surprised is all. I mean, I didn't see you at their wedding."

"I wasn't there. That was during my pregnancy. The doctor didn't want me traveling so close to my due date."

"Too bad you missed it. I really cut a rug with Stephanie's mom." It was then that their food came. They ate in relative silence, and this time when Finn picked up the bill, there was no protest. They exited the restaurant and got back into Finn's car.

They left the restaurant, and Finn treated her to ice cream, before taking her home. They decided to call it a night early since Finn had to go pick up Charlie the next day. He walked her up to the door to bid her goodnight.

"Well, Finn, here we are again."

"Ah, yes, sadly we must part ways."

He leaned in slowly to kiss her and she met him half way. After a minute he deepened the kiss and soon he had Rory pushed up against her front door when she stopped him.

"Finn, what are my neighbors gonna think?"

"That you're about to get lucky."

"You have to get up early tomorrow, remember?"

"Why do you have to be so responsible. I want to be stupid and irresponsible."

"Finn, you have to get up early to pick up your son tomorrow, remember? We'll do this another time," she paused for a second. "I promise."

He perked up at this. "Was that a promise for a hook up with me? I think I can leave happy now."

She realized what she had just implied, but didn't feel much embarrassment about it. She did have a kid after all. And they were adults. It was natural. Suddenly Finn interrupted her thoughts.

"Rory? I know the prospect is very enticing, but its really better manners to wait until after I leave until you fantasize about our soon to be wild sexcapades."

She blushed slightly before responding. "You're right Finn. You better get out of here so I can have wild fantasies about bubble wrap and peanut butter." She thought back to what her mother said the day before.

"Rory Gilmore, closest fetish freak. Well, I really must go, but you can bet I'll call you soon so we can schedule a designated bubble wrap time." He kissed her once more before walking down the porch steps to his waiting car.

Rory opened her door and closed it behind her before leaning back against it and releasing a content sigh.

"Colin?"

"Finn? What the fuck man, its one thirty in the fucking morning."

"Watch the language Dad, what if one of your kids were to hear you."

"You make a good point Finn," he said sarcastically. "There is an extreme likelihood that one of my children under the age of four is going to be awake at one thirty in the morning, and walking into my bedroom to hear me say fuck."

On the other end, Finn could hear Stephanie yelling at Colin. "Is that Finn? Tell him some people want to sleep at night, and that some people spent the entire day at the zoo with their two kids that had been fed huge amounts of sugar by their idiot father."

"Yes dear," he said to his wife. He then spoke into the phone, "get that dumb ass?"

"You don't understand Colin, we need to talk. Can't you just leave the room?"

"Finn, you have no idea how long it took me to fall asleep, and now all I want to do is go back to sleep."

"You can, after you talk to me about this. Do it for an old pal."

Colin began to get out of his bed and made his way downstairs with the cordless phone. "It's your fault if I'm cranky tomorrow and me and Steph get into a fight because of it."

"Yeah, whatever. Listen I think I have a problem."

"You think? What the hell does that mean?"

"I think I'm dating Rory Gilmore."

"I knew it!" He shouted before realizes the time of night and correcting his volume. "I knew something was up when you called me to talk about her."

"Okay, so you knew it. So now what do I do about it?"

"Well, I'm a little out of practice with these things, but I find it best that when you're dating a girl you should take her out on dates…" Colin's obvious annoyance at being waken up for something so minimal showed through in his words.

"But what do I do about Logan. Isn't this violating the best friend code or something?"

"Generally, I'd say yes. Considering that was almost ten years ago though, I think it's kind of irrelevant that Logan went out with her."

"But it's still one of my best friend's girl friends that I'm dating. That's got to go against some kind of rule."

"Logan probably doesn't even care. I'll tell you what. How about you call him in the middle of the night to see what he thinks?"

"Oh come on Colin, you know you love being up to date on all this juicy gossip."

"Oh how true you are," he said sarcastically. "So what was the event that sparked this call. And how do you go from 'going out to lunch' yesterday to 'maybe dating' today?"

"Well, we had such a good time at lunch yesterday, and we both had nothing to do last night, so we decided to hang out. She came over, we ordered Chinese and watched a few movies. And then, during Clueless, it happened again."

"You're joking. That would not work on a grown woman twenty years later."

"Well, the funny thing is, I told her about how it was my first make-out movie, and she laughed and said she'd never've done that. Then, stuff happened, and the next thing I know, we're making out on the couch and Clueless is on the TV."

"Well, if that's not irony, I don't know what is."

"Yeah, so then tonight,"

Colin interrupted him, "you went out tonight too? So you've officially spent the last three nights in a row with her."
"So what?"

"That's extremely weird."

"How so?"

"Exhibit A, my friend, the Phineas McDonald theory of dating. If I remember correctly, it sighted that you should never spend both weekend nights with a girl unless you're a confirmed item. You even went as far as to endorse, nay, encourage going out with another girl on the other night, just to, and I quote, 'drive the first one wild.'"

"I can't believe that's your evidence. This is why you would never have been a good lawyer. If you'll recall, as I'm sure that excellent, elephant-like memory of yours will, I explained that theory to you when I was a sophomore in high school."

"And you lived by it all through high school. And college. And I'm pretty sure you did it during law school too."

"I can't have this discussion any more, I'm going to bed."

"You're the one that woke me up, I was just trying to punish you accordingly."

"I'll call you later Colin. Grab Steph's ass for me, would ya?"

"Only if you grab Gilmore's boob for me."

"Will do, buddy. See ya."

"Mom?"

"Hey Rory. Why are you awake at nine am on a Sunday?"

"Better question, what are you doing awake at nine am on a Sunday"

"Making breakfast."

"So you're unwrapping the Poptarts and arranging them nicely on a plate?"

"No, I'm making breakfast for real. Or helping to make breakfast."

"Oh, so you're stirring something uselessly while Luke does all the real work?"

"Well, now that you put it that way I'm not really helping. Spectating would be a better world."

"Aha. So how are things?"

"Hunky Dory. Ooh! How was that lunch thing. I meant to call yesterday to ask all about it."

"It was good," she said almost to herself as a grin spread across her face.

"I can hear that dopey grin Rory. I want details!"

Rory proceeded to explain the last two day's events to Lorelai in detail. At the end of it all, Lorelai was pretty shocked.

"So you made out with him on the first date? Isn't that a little faster thanyour normal speed?"

"It was only technically a first date. We knew each other in college, we had coffee on Thursday, and had lunch Friday afternoon. So really it was more like a second or third date."

Lorelai, thought for a second and decided to humor her daughter. "You know what Rory, I'll give it to you. Although your reasoning would not hold up in a court of law. I think the real reason for the fast paced smooching was because you've suppressed a crush on Finn ever since you first laid eyes on him, and now, eight years later, when you finally got the chance to fulfill your fantasy, you seized the opportunity.

"Or we just got a little carried away."

"I like my reason better." Over the line Rory could hear something big drop and Luke's unmistakable yelp on the other end that was very similar to his 'head in the oven' bit. "Oh, I think Luke dropped something on his foot."

"Oh, you better go help him."

"Yeah right, I'm talking to my estranged daughter."

"Mom! Go help your husband."

"Fine you bully. Call me as soon as something new develops with the Australian."

"His name is Finn."

"But the Australian is much more akin to Sex and the City. Like the Russian."

"But they didn't end up together in the end."

"So you're thinking about ending up with the Australian, huh?"

"Mom! We've only been on two real dates. It's definitely too early for even you to mention that."

"Fine, I'll save the wedding plans till the next time you visit. Which reminds me, when are you coming?"

"Jess and I were talking about meeting there at the end of summer festival to hand off Ernest. He likes to pretend he doesn't like it, but secretly he loves it. Weren't you supposed to be helping Luke?"

"Oh, yeah, he's probably fine by now." As soon as she said that there was another thud followed be a yelp from the other end. "Or maybe I should go help him."

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later mom."

"Love ya, babe."