AN: Wow, I got such great reviews :) thanks to everyone for those and I think I've worked it out so that I can update more regularly. For those of you who liked my story and haven't read anything else I have another Trory which is complete called History Repeats Itself and three song fics 2 Trories called Dreaming and You Get to Me and a Literati called That Day. I have a lot of ideas for the continuing of this story especially with the new season because Logan reminds me of Tristan and is inspiring me. Now on with chapter 10… - I wrote that AN back in November, I'm sorry it's been so long but with classes and other things in college I just haven't had time.

Rory woke up, not remembering exactly where she was until she saw Tristan staring at her. She knew that she had to get back to her room, nothing happened, but still she needed to get out of Tristan's bed. She woke up and began to stumble around the room – her balance was off due to the confusion of being in Tristan's room. Then she remembered that he helped her the night before.

"I have to get out of here, I have class soon…"

"Rory, wait," Tristan yelled as the girl he loved ran out of the room.

It was starting to set in that Tristan wasn't going to get the girl no matter how hard he tried. There was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of her vulnerable state, but he was trying to prove to Rory that he really did grow up. It was too late though, he just watched her run out the door.

Rory Gilmore ran to her own dorm wondering if anything happened that she didn't remember with Tristan. She remembered them talking then falling asleep; he was a perfect gentleman all night, nothing could've happened after she fell asleep. She opened the door to her own room to start getting ready for class and noticed there was someone sitting on her bed…Brian.

"Brian…hi"

"Rory, can we talk."

"I have to get to class, but I only have one…meet me after?"

"Coffee?"

"You know me."

"And umm…Rory?"

"Yea?"

"Where were you last night?"

"I was in Tristan's room," she said hesitantly while gathering her things, "nothing happened, we just talked and I fell asleep."

Brian didn't respond, he just silently walked out of the room and Rory began to wonder if he was still going to meet up with her after class. For the first time that morning, Paris began to speak.

"Rory…"

No response, Rory was still upset with Paris – even if Brian was speaking to her, it was going to take time to get over what her supposed best friend had done. She only had a couple of minutes, so Rory grabbed her bag and headed out to class.

Paris couldn't believe the way that jealousy was taking over from the second she heard that Rory had slept in Tristan's room. There was no way in hell Paris was going to let Rory have Tristan no matter how powerful the ways of Tristan DuGrey were. Paris had been the one to invite Brian to the room that morning; she wanted to explain to him that Rory was scared, not only of telling him, but of everything. If Paris could get Brian to understand that Rory was hurting as badly as he was then maybe he would take her back. Rory back in Brian's arms would leave Tristan open for Paris; Tristan would discover that Paris had become like the girls he always had.

Alex woke up still completely oblivious to the fact that anyone but he and Tristan had slept in that room the night before. The smile on Tristan's face gave away that something happened and Alex wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what that was.

"Nice smile, dude."

"Rory was here."

"When?"

"All night."

"Dude, don't tell me you…"

"No man, she fell asleep."

Alex was content with that answer as long as there was nothing going on while he was sleeping. He was happy that Tristan was finally getting the girl, but it also meant that Paris was going to be heartbroken and he still needed to get even with her. Alex was intrigued by Paris Geller, but at this point she was a game to him; she was a toy for his bored mind to manipulate just as she'd manipulated him.

Tristan watched as an evil smile appeared on his roommate's face, but he was in too good of a mood to ask why. Rory had been so beautiful sleeping – he just wished that she didn't run out so quickly. He decided that he would find her after class and they'd talk again; maybe he'd get the kiss he wanted the night before.

Rory got out of class to find Brian waiting for her, much to her delight. He walked with her over to the coffee shop and the two of them sat down in silence, drinking their coffee. It took a few minutes until one of them spoke.

"Listen, Rory, I'm sorry I overreacted. I just thought we told each other everything."

"I barely told anyone, Brian. That night was the biggest mistake I ever made and seeing Dean…seeing Dean with Lindsey still kills me. The only reason Paris knew is because I was crying before you came to Stars Hollow with me."

"But I told you what Allison did."

"I know and that made me feel worse…it just wasn't that easy for me to tell. I didn't want it to get out."

"I guess I can understand that. Will you forgive me for overreacting?"

"If you will forgive me for not telling you."

Brian stood up and took Rory's hand as the two went outside and began to walk around the Yale campus. Brian looked at Rory and saw how beautiful her eyes were when she was happy; they were sparkling blue matching the sky. He leaned in and kissed her gently then slowly the kiss became more passionate.

As the two lovers were in the midst of their reconciliation, Tristan walked by looking for Rory so he could talk to her…maybe kiss her. It was not the first time he felt his heart being ripped out of his chest, but this time he could've sworn he saw Rory jumping on it until it was nothing but a few drops of blood.

Brian had to get to class so he walked Rory back to her room and left her with a kiss. Rory floated into her room and called Lorelai immediately to tell her that she and Brian were back together.

"Are you in the diner?"

"Where else would I be sweetie? It's lunch time."

"Is Lane working?"

"Sure is."

"Can I talk to her?"

"The big bad boss man might get mad."

"So distract him."

"Okay."

Lorelai handed Lane the phone and went over to kiss Luke who knew something was up, but he wasn't going to push Lorelai away.

"Hey Rory."

"Hey Lane."

Rory quickly explained everything to Lane from falling asleep with Tristan to getting back with Brian. Lane tried to tell Rory that Tristan was still into her, but that wasn't making sense in Rory's naïve little head. She continued to deny it until Luke realized that Lane was on the phone when she was supposed to be working and she quickly told Rory that she had to go.

Rory was sitting at her desk doing some homework and studying when Paris walked in the room.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?" Paris wasn't that confused, but she wanted to hear Rory's answer.

"For talking to Brian, whatever you said to him worked and we're back together."

Paris liked to see that smile on her roommate's face, but she also liked that there was no chance for Rory and Tristan and that Tristan was going to have to get over her soon. Rory told Paris that she finally saw how Tristan isn't always a complete and total jerk. That comment didn't make Paris very happy, if Rory softens around Tristan that gives him the perfect way to get himself in. There was no way in hell Paris was going to allow Rory to have her boy.

Tristan needed to get out that night; he needed to stop thinking about how he saw Rory making out with Brian. Just when he thought there was a chance for him to get exactly what he wanted, it was gone. He needed to drink away his problems and college was the perfect place to find a party that night.

Paris was having the same thoughts as Tristan and also wanted to find a party to go to. In the back of her mind she thought maybe he'd be there and maybe they'd both get a little drunk. While Rory was studying and daydreaming about Brian next to her, Paris got all dressed up and ready to go out and party.

"Paris, it's Tuesday night."

"So? We're in college, there are parties every night…it's what we're supposed to be."

"The Paris I used to know didn't do things because everyone else did."

"Well the Paris you used to know wasn't able to do something when she liked a guy."

With that last comment Paris was off to find the biggest party on Yale's campus. At first she didn't see Tristan there so she had a few shots of straight vodka to loosen her up a little.

"Aren't you gonna chase those?" asked a familiar voice.

"Real girls don't chase," she responded flirtatiously.

It was obvious that Tristan too had a few drinks already and both were just starting. They each had a few more shots then Paris downed a beer. She was open enough to be all over Tristan who was too drunk to realize that it was Paris dancing with him. She kissed him gently then added more and more passion to it. The inebriated Tristan just went along with it and allowed Paris to lead him back to her room not thinking that it was Paris Gellar. Rory was asleep when the two drunks arrived at the room, Paris still with her tongue down Tristan's throat. They went to the bed and immediately the clothes started to come off. With the first few sounds, Rory woke up and realized exactly what was going on. She didn't want to distract them, but getting out of the room didn't seem like an option. When it seemed they were done, Rory stood up and walked out.

Tristan, who was beginning to sober up, realized that he just slept with Paris and that Rory was right there. He couldn't have felt worse at that moment – not only had he slept with the one girl he never wanted to, it was in front of the only girl he'd ever loved. It was a mistake, but Tristan knew that Paris wanted it to work out that way. He had more to drink than she did when she attached herself to his side earlier that night.

"What's wrong, Tristan?"

"This was a mistake, Paris, you know it was."

"Why was it a mistake? If I was anyone else you would rub it off."

"You're my friend and you have been our entire lives. We can't be more than friends – I thought we went over this all those years ago in Chilton."

"I've changed, Tristan, I'm like all the other girls you wanted then."

"You're not the only one who's changed. I want a relationship, I want a real girlfriend…but there's only one that will make me happy."

"She has a boyfriend."

"I'll get around that."

He got out of Paris's bed and put clothes on hoping when he went out into the hall he'd see Rory there and he'd get a chance to apologize. He was still drunk so he didn't care what he might say to her. Rory was walking back to the room when she saw Tristan walking out. She was starting to believe that he'd changed, but not after realizing it was him in Paris's bed only a little while before.

"Rory…hi," he said nervously.

"Tristan."

"Wow, why so cold?"

"I was trying to sleep because I have class tomorrow…I hear my roommate having drunken sex – you walked out of my room. Put the pieces together."

"Note to self: never wake up a Gilmore."

"Goodbye, Tristan."

"But, Rory…"

"What Tristan?" she snapped, "what can be so important that you won't let me go back to sleep so that I can go to my class in the morning."

"I love you, Rory Gilmore," he stuttered, "you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and I love you."

Rory froze then realized how drunk he was, he didn't know what he was saying. She told him that he was drunk and needed to go back to his room then went back to bed. She couldn't fall asleep though, Tristan's words played over and over in her head. He was definitely too drunk to realize what she was saying; besides she loved Brian and Brian loved her. She finally fell asleep and had a dream about Brian – about the two of them together about to have sex when suddenly Brian's brown hair turned blonde and she saw the face of Tristan DuGrey…Rory then woke up screaming.