As we pull away from Luke's, Lane turns to Rory. "How could you have forgotten your bra in Australia?" I wince. The girl is great, but a bit blunt.

I feel Rory's hand pause in its soft caresses on my leg as she arches an eyebrow at the petite Korean. "Same way I forgot them in Banff and Ireland. I got distracted as I was packing." She glances up at me. "Speaking of lost items, where's the bag Paris packed for me?"

Oh shit. I carefully brush my fingers across her hipbone, feeling her shift closer to me. "What bag?"

She pulls away abruptly, sitting straight. "I swear to god Finn, if that bag isn't here we're turning around right now." She clips, looking up to the front. "Logan, go back to New Haven." Damn.

I see Logan's eyes widen in the mirror. "What's wrong Ace?"

She glares at me. "My jackass boyfriend didn't bring my textbooks."

I sigh. "Logan, keep driving." I tell him. "Love, I have the bag. Calm down."

She crosses her arms. "Where is it?" her eyes narrow. "Finn, if you're lying to me –

"It's in the back. Under the other bags." I admit.

She groans. "So not only do I not know where we're going – again – I can't even study on the way there."

"What do you mean you don't know where we're going?" Lane asks calmly.

I watch at Stephanie and Rory turn to look at her. "You know where we're going?" Stephanie asks.

I turn my own gaze to Colin. "She knows where we're going?"

"Of course I know where we're going. We're going to the Hartford Museum of Art."

I can almost feel the grin on Huntz's face. "He told you we're going to the where?" I ask her carefully. This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"The Hartford Museum of Art." Lane repeats.

"I hate to break it to you Lane, but we're going to the airport." Logan offers.

Oh well shit. He had to mention the airport. I'm never going to get out of this now.

"Airport?" Rory asks slowly. "Finn, you promised no more random globe-hopping until after finals."

I sigh. "Would it help my case at all if I told you it was Colin's turn to plan, and thus his idea to turn this into a 'let's surprise the girls' weekend?"

"Possibly." She clips, glancing at Colin. "Is this true?"

"In a minute Rory." Lane stops Colin from responding. "What exactly did Logan mean when he said we're going to the airport? You told me there was an exhibit at the museum you wanted me to see."

"An exhibit mate? You couldn't come up with something more believable than an exhibit?" I offer.

Colin shrugs. "I panicked." He admits, and glances at Rory. "And yes, it was my idea."

Rory nods, and I feel myself relax as she settles back against me, resuming her casual caresses on my leg. Much better. Now, if only Lane wasn't hyperventilating.

Stephanie is still staring at Lane. "You actually believed that Colin would willingly enter a museum?"

Rory shrugs. "Hey, face it, why would Lane not believe Colin? He's been trying to meld." She pauses, and looks at Lane. "What I don't get is why you still believed him after you saw Finn in the car."

"Hey!" I protest. "I go to museums with you all the time." Well, I do.

"Only because I have sex with you in the washrooms." She mutters softly, and I grin, leaning down to catch her lips with mine.

"Good point love." I offer, smiling down at her. God does she ever look good in that shirt.

"What was a good point?" Stephanie asks warily.

"Do you actually want to know this time or will you freak out like you did when I told you why I didn't have a bra on yet when we got to the car this morning?" Rory asks.

Stephanie grimaces. "Jesus you two. There are other people in the car."

I watch as Lane's eyes begin to bug out, and feel laughter building up inside until Rory's elbow connects suddenly with my side. I glance down at her, and she shakes her head no. When I look back up at Lane, she's staring blankly at Colin. "Are you alright love?" I ask carefully.

She blinks a few times rapidly. "I mean, I knew, you know? I knew you guys randomly took off for parts unknown, and hopped on planes like you were driving cars. But…I mean…Rory disappears all the time, it drives Lorelai nuts…and I never really thought that…or really considered the fact that…did you know I've never been on an airplane?"

As Colin begins to talk to her softly, I lean away, pulling Rory with me to give them privacy. "Is she going to be okay pet?" I whisper in her ear.

She nods. "Probably. She's just having a little panic attack." She whispers back. "She's probably picturing herself trapped in the middle seat down the center of coach between two fat guys on a 747 plunging into the ocean."

I wince. "That's not a very good image love. Besides, we're taking Huntz's gulf stream. There won't be any fat guys."