Setting: After "Live and Let Diorama"

Author's note- This is my first FanFic ever! I'm very excited and really hope ya'll like it! I'm open to suggestions and reviews :) I've got lots of plot in mind, so bear with me!

As Luke passed by Old Man Twickham's house, on his way to Lorelai's house (where else?), he smiled. Smiling at houses, you may ask. This is certainly un-Luke, and besides, who smiles at houses unless they have recently finished an abnormal amount of yard work? No one, really. However, on this certain day, Luke smiled at the colomned house because he, Luke Danes, was its proud owner.

He strode towards Lorelai's, trying to visualize her reaction when he let her in on his plan. A small, persistant thought nagged at him. What if she is too surprised? She might not see your same future… Luckily however, he was already at the Gilmore mailbox and had little time to ponder such suggestions.

"Lorelai? You in here?" No response. "Lorelai? I brought food!", he called out.

"Well why didn't you say so the first time silly?", said Lorelai, coming out of Rory's room with a smile plastered on her face.

"I don't know, would I be able to do this faster?", Luke quipped as he gave her a quick kiss.

"Hmm, maybe," she said grinning.

Luke noticed her cover-up smile, a Gilmore trademark. Nevermind, he thought, I'll just let it go.

A half-hour later, Luke and Lorelai both sat with their chairs pushed back from her breakfast table,and empty food containers strewn about haphazardly. "I'm stuffed!" proclaimed Lorelai. " Finally!" Luke joked. "Hey, um, I have something I kinda wanna talk to you about. Lorelai? Lorelai!" Lorelai had retrieved her cell phone from her purse and was furiously pushing the buttons. "Lorelai?"

"Oh yeah sorry, go ahead. I'm just checking messages to see if Rory had left me a message. We haven't talked in a couple of days."

"Lorelai, this is important. Please!"

"Whoa, hey I'm sorry," Lorelai apoligized as she saw his face.

Luke noticed that look on her face again. The one that said she was covering something up.

"Lorelai, is there something wrong? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, putting on a 100 megawatt smile.

"Is Rory ok?" Luke persisted, wanting to clear any other problems before he brought up his, well, his contraversial topic. However, that would be put off. At the mention of Rory, Lorelai's smile faded a few watts. "Rory's fine"

"Lorelai, please tell me. Neither one of us do well when we lie," his mind flashing back to the grocery store breakup.

"Well, if you must know…" Lorelai's words were on the brink of spilling forth.

"Rory and I haven't been getting along lately."

At this, Luke raised his eyebrows.

"No, that's wrong. We've been getting along, but she calls me less, and it's always about school or the inn or something else…impersonal. I kinda feel that we're slipping apart and well….that scares me. A lot. Not the Scary Movie III kind of scary, but the deep down in your heart scared ", Lorelai finished, figuring throwing in a reference might defer Luke's mind.

"Why don't you talk to her about it? Just casually bring it up whenever you, I don't know, do movies nights or that girl…stuff…" suggested Luke as his voice trailed off. "Because we don't have those nights anymore. Not very often. Not in the last, like, two months! Is this ridiculous! Am I insane! I must be, right? She's just growing up, having new experiences, maturing!" Lorelai ended, breathless.

"Lorelai, calm down. This is Rory we're talking about. Your daughter. Your best friend. Things will be ok," said Luke soothingly.

Across the table, tears rolled down Lorelai's cheeks.

"Actually Luke, I'm not so sure."