Chapter Twelve: Singing in the Rain

"If a woman could marry culinary masterpieces, I'd totally marry this pie!" Rory moaned, after taking a bite of her desert pie in the Waldorf Astoria's Inagiku Restaurant.

"Love, I'm offended. Shouldn't you marry the man who bought the pie for you, so he could buy you many more pies of such delicacy?"

Rory thought about it for a moment, as she gracefully shoved another bite of apple pie into her mouth, "Hmn," she said, swallowing, "No."

"And why not?"

"Because, Finn," she laughed, setting her fork down on her plate, "then the pie would feel unloved, and lose all of it's values, and become yucky pie that Betty Crocker would be ashamed of, and banish it to the yucky pie graveyard, where all the yucky pies haunt the loved pies until all the loved pies are eaten."

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No, we certainly would not!" Glancing around the restaurant, then letting her eyes glaze over the bar, she finally let her attention fall onto Finn, and tilted her head, "I feel really underdressed."

"Why's that, kitten?"

"Everyone is wearing fancy dresses, and tuxedos, and here I am, in jeans and a sweater!"

"Well, love. Let's go to our room then."

"But Finn, I didn't pack any pretty clothes. I need to go shopping."

Raising his eyebrow, Finn glanced out one of the very large windows, marveling at how dark it had become in the tiny time frame that he hadn't been paying attention to the time. "Tomorrow, kitten. I'm positive all the shops are closed."

Sighing, Rory nodded, pushing her chair back slightly, and standing, "Let's go then. I want to see what room we've got."

Finn smirked, and clapped his hands together lightly, standing, and ushering her out of the dining room, his hand lightly grazing over the small of her back, "It's really quite charming, if I do say so myself."

"And how would you know, Finn? We haven't even been to our room yet. We walked in, gave our bags to the concierge to have a bell boy bring them up, and then we went straight to dinner."

"I know," he said, pressing the scripted up button on the elevator, "but it's the suite I stay in every time I come here. And let's just say, doll, that I make very many visits here."

Walking into the elevator, Finn following quickly behind her, she leaned against the elevator wall, "I've only been here once."

"And when was that, kitten?"

Sighing, Rory stared down at the tip of her heels that her jeans somewhat hid, "Oh.. well…" she started, letting her voice fade away.

"Love, if you don't want to rehash a bad, or even a good memory, I won't take offense."

Rory smiled, and kissed his cheek, "Thanks."

Finn shrugged it off, and scratched his jaw, waiting for the elevator to stop. He felt somewhat tortured by being in Rory Gilmore's company, and not having the luxury to just sweep her into his arms and just place even the tiniest of kisses on her lips. He had felt like the air supply was being cut off as she kissed him on the cheek as a sign of gratitude.

Oh bloody hell, Finn thought, what the hell have I forced myself into?

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"There's one bed," Rory said as soon as she entered the bedroom of their Grand Luxury suite. "One bed, Finn."

Finn cringed from inside foyer, and cracked his fingers, "Sorry?"

Rory came out from the bedroom, and laughed at his facial expression, "You do know what this means, don't you?"

"No?"

"You can't bring any girls back because we have to share the bed, and there is no way I'm sleeping on the couch." She thought for a moment, tapping her fingers against the molding on the door frame, "And I'm not having a threesome."

Finn laughed, and walked to her, encasing her inside his arms, and planting a kiss on her forehead, "Love, I do have to say that I enjoy your humor." Glancing at the clock over the loveseat, he grinned, "Kitten?"

"Hmn?"

"What do you say we go out?"

"What time is it?"

"Nine o' seven, love."

"Where would we go?" Rory asked, opening the curtains to see their view of Park Avenue, "Ooh! It's snowing! Finn, look!"

"Want to go outside then?"

"Where outside?"

"Rockefeller Center, love. We can see the Christmas tree, and go ice skating."

"Oh, Finn… I'm no good at any physical activities. It took three months of dance lessons to get down the Tango, and I still sucked at it… And then, in my sophomore year at Chilton! Oh man, I had to play a sport. I picked Golf, because I didn't want to prance around in a Cheerleading uniform, and I caused so much pain in my Grandpa's heart! I'm horrible at everything physical."

Finn smirked, and gave her a once over, "Everything physical, kitten? If you'd like, I could give you a lesson on how to be good in—"

"Finn!" Rory hissed, scandalized. "You knew what I meant."

"I'm going to have to contradict you, kitten. I swear on my God-like abilities in bed that I thought you were saying you were a dead lay."

"Ugh," Rory groaned, walking to her bag, and unzipping it. She slipped out of her heels, and pulled a pair of sneakers on her feet, and pulled out a scarf, wrapping it around her neck. "Are we going?"

"Lead the way!"

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Christopher stared at the woman that lay beside him in his bed. Sherry. His wife. She was beautiful with her wavy blonde hair, her big blue eyes, and the leanest, and longest legs he'd ever set sight on besides Lorelai's. Lorelai, his ex-wife. Man, had he screwed up big time.

Christopher sighed, and ran his hands over his face, trying to comprehend why he'd had the audacity to do something like he did to the two most gorgeous women he'd ever met.

"Sherry," he whispered, running his hands up and down her arm, "honey, wake up."

"Mmm," the blonde incoherently mumbled, "Chris its four in the morning. What could possibly be wrong?"

Kissing her neck, Christopher smiled, running his hand down her chest, and resting it on her lower stomach, "I'm just thinking about how happy I am that we're going to have another baby."

Sherry smiled warmly at him, turning onto her back and kissing him softly. She sat up a little, and let a kiss linger on his lips even longer, "Me too." She said softly, laying back down on the bed, as she watched him, "I'm so glad you don't have work taking up almost all of your time now."

Christopher winced slightly, and shrugged, "I just simply told my dad that my family was much to important in my life right now."

Sherry giggled slightly, and cupped his cheek, "I love you Christopher Lyon."

"And I love you Sherry Lyon."

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"Oh, oh! And when Tim Allen fell off his roof and broke Frosty! How horrible!" Lorelai gushed, shaking her head, and squeezing Luke's hand in her own a bit, "I felt so bad for Frosty. He didn't even do anything! He just stood around in that basement all year, and the Krank's wouldn't free him! Horrible, horrible people."

"Aww jeez, it was just a movie, Lore."

Lorelai sighed, and shook her head, "I know, but I'm in such a Christmas-y mood. Ooh, I have to buy a lot of lights! I can't believe it's already December eighth. I need to decora—hey, why'd you stop?"

Luke smirked, and pointed upwards at the clipping of Mistletoe hanging from one of the street lamps, "Mistletoe."

"Aww, you big ol' softy!" Lorelai laughed, before letting her laugh be cut off by Luke's lips on her own.

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"I told you I was bad at anything physical – and get your mind out of the gutter, buster."

Finn held his hands up in surrender, and shook his head, "I thought you were exaggerating about being bad at ice skating. I didn't think you'd actually… well, suck."

"Well gee, when you sugarcoat it like that!" Rory pouted, crossing her arms over her chest, while walking beside Finn on one of the desolate streets on their way back to the Astoria. "Even though I fell on my butt more times then anyone should possibly fall on their butts while attempting to ice skate… I had fun. I had a lot of fun. Thank you."

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Finn grinned, and looked down at her, "It's my pleasure, kitten."

"Oh Finn, look! It's raining!" Rory frowned, and bit her lip, furrowing her eyebrows, "It's winter time. Why is it raining? It should be snowing!"

Finn grinned, and grabbed her hands, "Well lets make the best of it then, shall we?"

"Finn," Rory warned, raising her eyebrow. "Don't do what I think you're going to do!"

"Kitten," Finn laughed, "I know this wont compare to my Passion of the Christ reenactment, but I promise on all booze in the bloody world, it'll make you feel a bit better about the rain!" Finn broke his hands away from hers, and grabbed a hold of one of the street lamps, and tried his best to swing around it, "I'm singing in the rain!"

"Oh god," Rory mumbled, burying her head into her hands, letting one eye watch Finn swing around the lamp post.

"Just singing in the rain! What a glorious feeling— come on, kitten," Finn grinned, running to her, and sweeping her into his arms, twirling her around in the rain, "I'm happy again!"

"Finn!" Rory hissed, glancing around the street as Finn twirled her, "Put me down!"

"I'm laughing at the clouds," Finn continued, jumping off the sidewalk, Rory still in his arms and splashing into one of the many cold puddles the rain was making, "so dark above. Oh, the sun's in my heart!"

Rory laughed, and watched him with a bemused expression on her face, "And I'm ready for love!" she yelled, not even caring that it had to of been very late at night. She was not about to try and sing along with Finn.

Finn grinned, jumping back onto the sidewalk, dropping her gently onto the ground, before enveloping her into a soft hug. He kissed the top of her head, and pulled back slightly. He smiled, looking down at her, brushing damp hair off of her forehead, and behind her ears. "Are you feeling better about the rain, kitten?" he asked, softly, staring deep into her eyes. He blinked, and a rain drop fell from his eyelashes, and onto her nose.

She laughed slightly, and nodded, "I'm feeling much better about the rain, thank you." She whispered, biting her lip faintly.

"It was my pleasure, love." He replied, looking around the street, watching droplets of rain bounce off one of the over hangings to an apartment building, and then explode on the concrete. He finally took in his surroundings, and glanced upwards, smiling warmly, running his hands over Rory's arms, "Hey, kitten?"

"Hmn?"

"Well, excuse me for being such a sucker for tradition, but –"

"Yes?"

"Mistletoe."

Slowly leaning down towards her, he closed his eyes, letting the thought of kissing Rory Gilmore cultivate in his mind. Smiling inwardly, he brushed his lips over hers, and let the heat of the moment get the best of him by settling his rough, chapped hands on her cheeks, bringing her closer to him. Rory sighed slightly, before allowing herself to reciprocate his actions.

It felt good to kiss Rory Gilmore.

Breaking away from her kiss, Finn let his face hover only inches away from hers, letting the cold air fill his longs. "Wow.." he mumbled, watching the movement under her eyelids.

"Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place…" she whispered, finally opening her eyelids, and letting a smile grace her face. "Come on with the rain— I've a smile on my face."

"I'll walk down the lane, with a happy refrain," Finn began to sing again, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, guiding her further down the sidewalk, "Singing, singing in the rain!"

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Author Note: Well, I think it is safe to say I'll either be highly thanked, or become number one on a hit list or two. I could not resist their first kiss to be like that. I've been watching sappy, old romantic movies all day and I just thought it would be the most adorable thing ever if it happened like that.

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