AN: I know, I 'm a horrible updater, I need to work on that and since I'm procrastinating some homework now, I'm going to add a chapter to all my stories.

Rory's screams distracted Paris's daydream about Tristan so she ran over to Rory's bed. She tried to comfort her, but Rory was too shaken. Besides that Paris was the reason everything happened; she was the only who brought Tristan back drunk and woke Rory up with their drunken sex. She didn't want to tell Paris or anyone else what the dream way about…the only person she wanted to see was Brian. He was the only one who could make her feel better.

It was 5am, Brian wasn't going to be awake and even if he loved her, he wasn't going to welcome her visit. She told Paris that she was fine and pretended to go back to sleep until her alarm went off. Rory kept telling herself that Tristan was drunk and that he what he said was the reason she had that dream; there were no feelings between the two of them. Tristan had helped Rory get through a hard time with Brian, but that was fixed – everything was better.

Rory went to class and tried her hardest to pay attention to everything. It didn't help that Tristan was in the room. The way he had his head in his hands and couldn't keep his eyes open she was guessing if he wasn't still a little drunk then maybe he didn't remember anything from the night before. She focused her attention on Brian and all thoughts about how perfect he is and a smile came to her face.

Those same thoughts of Tristan not remembering were going through Paris's head. Tristan told her right after that he regretted what happened between them and if he didn't remember it would hurt even more. If he remembered then Paris could believe that their night meant something no matter how drunk they both were. Tristan was right that Paris wasn't as intoxicated as he was and that she knew exactly what she was doing the entire time. She just hoped he didn't realize that it was all because she wanted him for longer than he'd ever even realize.

Tristan had a headache like he couldn't believe, but still went to class that morning because he wanted to see Rory. He remembered seeing her the night before but not talking to her…he was afraid that he said something that would ruin everything. Not that there was anything to ruin anyway, Rory had Brian back and Tristan could tell how happy she was with that. He wanted her to be happy; it would just be so much better if she could be happier with him.

He decided that he would try to talk to her after class…his head wasn't agreeing, but Rory was worth anything. Tristan took a glance over to her and saw that she was paying attention and had a smile, but there was still a confused look in her eyes. He wanted to know everything she was thinking; he wanted to be the person she wanted to see all the time. Class was over and Tristan walked slowly next to Rory trying to speak when his head was spinning.

"Hey…"

"Hey Tristan."

"Look…I'm sorry if I did anything last night – I was upset and took the stupid way out and got trashed. I honestly don't remember much except seeing you and I want to apologize."

"You slept with Paris last night," she said coldly.

"I what!" he was genuinely surprised, but that explained why he was near Rory's room. He couldn't believe that he slept with Paris after swearing all this time that he wouldn't. That was the effects of too much alcohol on a college student – doing something stupid.

Rory saw that Tristan was genuinely shocked so she wasn't going to bring up what he said to her the night before. Things were going okay between them and by okay it meant that she didn't want to kill him every time she saw him. The two continued to walk back to the dorms and continued to converse.

"So, did you miss me since I left military school?"

"Do you recall us not remembering each other?"

"Well yeah, but there had to be a reason for that."

Tristan's reason was he didn't want to deal with that fact that he had fallen so hard for a girl that he couldn't have. His reason for forgetting was repressing every memory of Rory, but once one came back they all did – every single memory from the day they met to the day he almost kissed her goodbye.

"I had Dean when you left…you spent your last nights at home harassing him in Stars Hollow."

"What ever happened with him – I know about the recent things, but before that…he was married?"

"We broke up when Luke's nephew Jess came along – I kissed Jess and ran away and hid it from everyone especially Dean."

"So you always run away after a kiss?"

Rory froze at that remembering the night at the piano once again – remembering their first kiss. Before Rory said a word, Brian came up behind her and put his arms around her. He exchanged greetings with Tristan before Tristan couldn't take it anymore and walked away.

"So how was your night?"

"Don't ask."

"What happened?" Brian pursued.

"Paris went out and got drunk and brought back Tristan and they proceeded to have drunken sex while I was sleeping, then I saw the drunken Tristan in the hall and he told me that he loves me. He doesn't remember this now because he was so drunk and I don't know, it's been bothering me all day. I didn't talk much to Paris when I woke up from my bad dream about you becoming Tristan."

"Wow, that's a lot. Did you ever think that maybe you have a thing for Tristan?"

"What? No, I love you Brian."

"I'm not doubting how you feel about me, Rory, I'm wondering how you feel about him."

She looked Brian in the eye and saw that he was serious. He was worried about whether or not Rory had feelings for Tristan; she was convinced that she didn't. She had been trying to convince herself that Tristan was a jerk in high school and nothing more than that now. Brian took Rory's hand and silently walked her back to her room where he kissed her goodbye and left her to herself.

Rory sat on her bed and started thinking hard about what Brian said. She didn't think she liked Tristan then she remembered being in his arms that Monday night…she felt comfortable. Maybe she wasn't feeling like Tristan was a brother, but the guy that she wanted to be with.

Tristan walked into his room with mixed feelings – he'd spent time with Rory and they were actually talking, but then Brian came and he couldn't stay anymore. His thoughts were interrupted when he looked over at Alex typing frantically at his computer.

"What's up with you?"

"I have an idea to get back at Paris."

"I have a feeling I might have hurt her more than you want to – unintentionally."

"How?"

"According to Rory, I slept with Paris last night – Paris wasn't nearly as drunk as I was."

"You know she's got it bad for you – that's why she slept with me."

"Yeah, I know."

"I have a plan that will make her feel as bad as she made me feel. I actually fucking liked her."

"I know, man."

That was the end of the boys' conversation; Tristan went back to his thoughts about Rory.

Rory called Lane; it was the only thing she could think of. Luckily Lane was around to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Lane, I have a problem."

"Uh oh, more Brian related?"

"Sort of … Brian thinks that Tristan likes me."

"No kidding."

"He also thinks that I like Tristan."

"Whoa – what do you think?"

"I think I might."

That was the first time that Rory had said it out loud; she didn't want to admit it but to Lane she could. Lane suggested a way for Rory to see how she really felt…there was one way to determine if her feelings for Tristan were real. If the test was positive then Brian would find out, if it was negative the whole thing would remain a secret.

Rory picked up the phone and dialed Tristan's extension hoping he'd be alone in his room. He told her that Alex was about to leave for class and that she could come over if she wanted to.

Tristan was confused by Rory's call but would do anything to see her. He waited for the knock on his door and only cared about seeing her, being near her. The knock came and he let her in surprised by her action.

Rory shut the door and stood in front of Tristan's bed motioning for him to come closer. When he was directly in front of her she put her arms around his neck and kissed him – there was nothing gentle about the kiss. She pushed her lips against his and slightly parted them giving him the okay for his tongue to explore. Tristan was in a state of bliss that he had never imagined before and little did he know, Rory felt exactly the same.