I watch intently as Rory speaks with Lane. "I blame this lack of focus on her part entirely on you." I glare at Colin.

"Oh shut up Finn. I already feel like an ass. I wanted to surprise her."

I shrug. "And you did surprise her. You also managed to somehow make it so that my girlfriend is sitting at the other end of the plane from me." I see the hurt in his eyes when he looks at Lane. I'm such a sap. Bloody hell. "Relax Co. She's not upset about the trip or the surprise. She's afraid of flying."

He suddenly looks confused. "We're in a gulf stream. Who's afraid of flying on a plane equipped with bone china and lead crystal?"

How can he not see it? I close my eyes in frustration.

"May I?" Stephanie requests, and I open my eyes to see her pointing at Colin.

I nod. "Go for it. I'm certainly not likely to be the one who makes him suddenly understand why his girlfriend is having a panic attack and thus taking up all of my girlfriend's time."

She smiles, and turns to him. "You're an idiot." She grins. This is going to be interesting. "Lane isn't freaking out about flying anymore. Intellectually, she understands the concept of this being one of the safest planes in existence. This isn't about her fear of being stuck between two really fat guys on a plunging 747. This is culture shock."

Oops. I thought it was still about the plane. I glance to Rory and Lane, and realize Stephanie is right. The small Korean is gesturing wildly at the seats, and televisions, and anything else she can see. I look back at Colin and watch his face go from confused to utterly clueless. "That doesn't make any sense."

I shake my head. "Mate, you've been to Stars Hollow, you've met her mother. On any of these occasions did you ever take note of the fact that the only Ferrari in that town is yours? Even I ride down in Rory's Prius."

"Well, yes, but –

"Colin." Logan cuts him off. "Breathe. Focus. Lane understands that theoretically, we all spend a lot of time hopping around the globe. She gets that we have money. But, she doesn't have the kind of freedom we have. If she stops to think, she'll realize that Finn talked to Luke about getting her the time off without her losing any workdays." He pauses. "Do you remember how Ace reacted when we took her to Oaxaca?"

He nods slowly. "She was in awe."

"She wasn't in awe, she was in shock." I offer. "She was in shock for three days, actually. I was a nervous wreck. Very nearly took her to the hospital. Sydney for a couple days to visit my mum was one thing –

"You went for a beer Finn."

"Fosters mate. We went for Fosters." I remind him as calmly as I can. "The second time we went to visit my mum." And Anelicania's grave. "That's not the point though. Rory knew, more than Lane does at any rate."

"Knew what?" he asks. "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

Logan sits forward a bit. "Co, How would you feel if Lane came to Yale, took your credit cards, your keys, your cash, your blackberry, your cell phone and your watch, pushed you in Gil's van and drove you to Stars Hollow. What if she then proceeded to tell you that you were spending the weekend there with her, wearing the clothes she picked out at the Wal-Mart in Woodbridge for you?"

I grin. Good boy.

His eyes go wide. "I should have told her, shouldn't I?"

"No." I tell him calmly. "You didn't answer the question. How would you feel?"

"Out of my element." He admits.

"And would it take you time to adjust?" Just how much leading am I going to have to do here?

"It would take anyone time to adjust to a change that dramatic Finn." He clips, leaning back in the plush leather chair and crossing his arms. I wait a few more seconds, and watch him uncross his arms. "Oh."

I look at Logan and Stephanie. "By George, I think he's got it!" And now I can go find Rory in that beautifully tight tank top of hers. "I'll go pull Rory away from her so that you can talk to Lane." I move to get up.

"No!" Logan exclaims suddenly, his eyes going wide. Oh well damn. He knows about Dublin.

I lift an eyebrow at him. "Why would you have a problem with me going to talk to Rory?" Other than, you know, the New York thing. And, well, Dublin if he knows. And Mexico, but…dear lord I hope he doesn't know about Dublin.

"Not on my plane. Not again."

"Don't be ridiculous. That won't happen again."

"Do you even remember the trip from New York?" he asks sharply.

I sigh. Oh, he's not just talking about the walking in on us thing. "That could easily happen again then."

"What were you talking about?" he asks sharply. "What did you do to my plane?"

As he begins to stand, I jump up and hurry over to Rory and Lane, pulling my girlfriend up and into my lap quickly. "Hello love, sorry to interrupt."

"What did you do?" she asks warily as Logan approaches.

"Finn – stop hiding behind your girlfriend. What did you do to my plane?"

"What's he talking about?" Lane clips, and I feel Rory deflate.

I lightly kiss her neck. "Nothing. I haven't done anything to piss him off about his precious plane in months."

She groans. "He found out about the London trip?"

Note to self. Always mention which infraction Huntz is pissed off about when attempting to hide behind Rory.

"What about London? I'm talking about New York." Logan clips, staring at Rory incredulously.

I see her wince. "Oh."

"I asked a question. Why is Logan asking what Finn did to the plane?"

"It's not really about what he did to the plane so much as what he did to me on the plane." Rory clarifies. "Logan walked in on Finn and I on the flight back to New Haven from New York at the start of term."

Glancing at Lane, Logan nods. "Mechanically, the plane is fine. I just want to know how he defiled my property."

"Mr. Huntzberger, we've been cleared at the tower. Please take your seats." The pilot's voice calls out over the intercom. "And please remind Mr. Finley that sharing a seatbelt with Miss Gilmore is still against FCC regulations.

Well, that was rude. I wait until Logan is safely clipped into a seat next to Stephanie, and pull Rory to another couch to give Colin space to sit next to Lane. When we're buckled in, I pull her closer, and lean down. "Thanks much for all the help with Huntz pet. Why on earth would you bring up London? It was supposed to be a surprise."

She shrugs. "How was I supposed to know what he was freaking out about? He's beaten New York to death Finn."

"He's very anal retentive about this plane pet. You know that. Especially after I made that wrong turn in his boat."

"Oh, come on. He has a reason to be worried. We go out of our way to 'defile' this plane every time we're on it. You certainly didn't give me any hints. I figured he'd found out about something else."

I nod. "I have to admit when he first brought it up he was so…panicked. I thought he knew about Dublin."

She snorts. "If he knew about Dublin we wouldn't be on this plane and you damn well know it."

"That's true." I admit, glancing over at him and smiling.

"What did you do in London?"

"It was nothing, I promise." Rory insists.

"Mr. Huntzberger?" the pilot's voice comes through again.

"Yes Michael?" he asks.

"Did you have the takeoff console redesigned?"

"No." his eyes cloud over in confusion, and I feel Rory bury her face in my chest to hide her laughter. This is playing out fantastically.

"Are you certain sir?"

"Is there something wrong Michael?"

"No sir, everything is fine, there are just a few new…indicator lights on the panel. Nothing that can't be ignored."

"Why would there be new indicator lights on the panel?"

"It seems to be a stenciled message sir."

I meet his gaze as his eyes narrow at me. "What does it say Michael?"

There's a pause. "You're sure sir?"

He crosses his arms. "Go ahead Michael, I think I know where it came from."

"Alright sir." He pauses again. "Welcome to Huntz's Anti-Pimp Plane. The rules are as follows: 1) If you are not a pimp, you may stay. 2) If you are a pimp, get the hell off my plane."

As Rory's laughter increases, I crack.