A/N: here's another one shot to add to this collection. I know I should be working on my WIP, As It Should Be,but I screwed myself up because I love the ending of my latest chapter so much, that I just don't know where to start my next one! Haha. I'm going away for a few days on college visits, but hopefully when I get back I can get started on it again.

This one is from episode 4-11: "In the Clamor and the Clangor." I know a lot of people have already done this one, but oh well. Now I have too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and this story had A LOT of lines that I don't own either. (They all come from TWIZ TV dot com)

another note: obviously, I do not usually approve of cheating of any kind, but this doesn't really count as cheating since Luke and Lorelai are obviously meant to be together... and Nicole is a bitch. -wink- -wink-

"You think everything is your business." Luke yelled, shaking the snow off of the shovel in his hand. "Everything is about you! Well, here's a newsflash. Some things are not about you."

Lorelai looked at him in astonishment. She had thought that he came over to make up. When had this become another fight?

"Why are you yelling at me?"

Luke ignored her questioning and continued with his rant. "If I want to move in with Nicole, it concerns her and it concerns me, and that is it."

"Yeah, I know."

"It does not concern you! It is none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything! And you do not have the right to make me feel guilty because I didn't tell you anything."

"I wasn't trying –"

"I have been tying my own shoes since I was I was four, I have repairing my own car since I was fourteen, and I have been making my own decisions since I could crawl!"

"What does any of that have to do with anything?"

"I owe you nothing!" Luke said quieter, trying to convince himself more than her.

"Fine."

"Nothing!" He repeated.

"Fine!"

"And shovel your walk!" He yelled again as he turned and began to walk away. "It is a safety hazard and you can't just walk past it and ignore the fact that the snow is up to your ass!"

"You've got my shovel!"

Luke held the shovel up and shook it at her. "I loaned it to you three years ago!"

He stomped off angrily as Lorelai turned to go inside, slamming the door behind her.

"That didn't look quite like the pleasant conversation that I was expecting…" Sookie stated as Lorelai approached her.

"Yeah. Apparently, shoveling my walk doesn't mean 'I'm sorry.' Apparently, it means 'Stay the hell out of my life.' God that man is so frustrating sometimes. While it is entirely possible that I was overreacting a little, how does he not understand why I would be upset that he didn't tell me he moved? I mean, I'm not crazy, right? Friends tell each other when they move?"

"Yes, they do. But maybe he didn't mention it because he doesn't think it's a big deal."

"Not a big deal? He doesn't live in Stars Hollow anymore!"

"I know. Moving is a big deal, but he was already married to her. He probably figured moving in together was the only logical next step, and then assumed you would figure the same."

"Well, doesn't he know what happens when you assume?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind, what's your point?"

"Maybe he just felt guilty. He felt guilty, but didn't want to feel guilty, so instead of apologizing, he's trying to make it your fault so that he has nothing to feel guilty for."

"But it's not my fault."

"No, his not telling you about his moving was not your fault; but, honey, you can't have a fight with only one person. It takes two to argue."

"I don't think that's how the saying goes."

"Lorelai," Sookie looked at her knowingly, "if you really want to end this fight, you're probably going to have to be the one to end it. You can't just wait for Luke to do all the work."

"But, I don't wanna" Lorelai pouted. Sookie rolled her eyes, and got up to leave.

"It's your decision. The ball is clearly in your court now. You can take a swing, or you can just let it pass you by."

---

Later that night, Lorelai was lying on the couch, talking to Rory on the phone. She really wanted this thing with Luke to end, she missed him already, but she didn't want to be the one to end it.

"This is stupid," Rory loved her mom, but she could see that this conversation was heading nowhere. "Just go to Luke's!"

"No way."

"Oh, come on, you guys always fight," Rory tried to reason.

"Not like this."

"And then you make up."

"No, I'm not going to Luke's."

"You're gonna starve to death."

"Well fine, I will starve to death, because I'm not going to reward bad behavior."

"Is there something in the fridge?"

"Nothing edible."

"There's Beefaroni. You like Beefaroni."

"I'm not in the mood for Beefaroni."

"Mom, you have to do something."

"I need a suggestion."

"Have you read The Bell Jar?"

"Huh! Not funny!"

"Okay, you know what, you're on your own."

"No, no! Come on!"

"I have to study and you're in your stubborn mood."

"Hey! I sat up with you all night when you had the chicken pox. I held your hands so that you couldn't scratch your face and scar your perfect skin. You look that way because of me."

"Night, mom."

"But, ah, the chicken pox!"

"Beefaroni, it's calling you!" Rory hung up, leaving her mother to fend for herself. Lorelai placed her hand on her stomach as it gave a particularly loud grumble. The hunger pain that followed gave her enough determination to finally want to end this silly feud herself.

Walking down the familiar path to the diner, Lorelai cringed as the bells went off. She passed by a couple of people outside of Doose's yelling for them to shut up. She also overheard Mrs. Patty cursing the bells as she tried to keep her dance lessons going in spite of the clearly unwelcome disruption.

Finally spotting Luke through the window in his diner, the perfect way to end this rift hit her—the bells! Luke hated them even more than everyone else, and she was willing to bet a lot that he would be willing to help her break them. She would use this opportunity of breaking the bells to fix things between them.

She walked straight into his building like she always had before, a look of determination on her face.

"You want to help me break the bells?"

"I'll get my toolbox." Luke says, without any hesitation. He turned and headed up the stairs. Lorelai smiled, glad things were back to normal, and followed him, grabbing a donut on her way up.

She enters his apartment and looks around the room in confusion. What is going on? Why is all his stuff still here? His bed's not made! And there are dirty dishes in the sink. This is weird.

"Got it, let's go." Luke says, walking to the door.

"Right behind you."

---

When the got there, the church was locked, and they had to break in. The headed up the aisle, and Lorelai frowned at how dirty it was.

"Oy! Would it kill God to dust?"

Luke was still a little angry at her, but he knew that wasn't fair, so instead of snapping at her bad humor, he decided to just ignore it: "Okay, now just hold the flashlight, do not do any moving spotlight gags and point it at me and yell 'Freeze, drop your weapons.'"

"How about if I shine it on the wall and do a dirty hand puppet show?"

Luke had to smile a little, he couldn't help it! Damn, she's hard to be mad at. "Just stand back so the lightning only strikes you."

"So, what's the game plan here? Personally, I thought we could whack the bells really hard with a hammer."

"Uh, you don't break bells with a hammer." He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I'm out. What's your plan, Clyde?"

"Well, I was thinking we could just jam the turnbuckle, or wedge the main mechanism, just for fun disconnect a few of the clappers; Contrary to popular belief you don't have to break every bell. If you just damage a couple, say the tierce and the prime, you pretty much ruin the set."

God, how does he know this stuff? Does he know everything? "You must have been the top of your class at hunchback school."

Luke leaned closer to her, as if revealing something top-secret: "Well, let's just say you can wait your whole life waiting for bells to fall into disrepair. Sometimes they need a push."

Oh my God! "No way! You broke the bells."

"You're welcome."

---

"Luke," Lorelai began hesitantly, as she handed him a screwdriver. "How come you told me you moved?"

"I did move." He said in confusion, without even looking up at her.

"Well, you may have moved, but none of your stuff did."

"What are you talking about? Uh, hand me the open-ended wrench."

"Luke, I was in your apartment. It's exactly the same."

"No, it's not."

"I just think it's weird you're pretending you moved when you didn't."

Luke finally stopped working on the bells and looked her in the eye. "I did move."

"Luke, your bed wasn't even made."

"So?"

"There were dishes in the sink, some kind of shake in the blender, Mega-Man protein powder on the counter. Remind me to mock you for that later, by the way."

"Can we talk about something else? Or better yet, let's not talk and just get this done."

Lorelai ignored his attempt to change the conversation. No matter how much Luke insisted that he was moved in with Nicole, Lorelai just kept bringing up the things left out in his apartment. Eventually, Luke had had enough.

"You know what, you're doing it again." The anger from earlier was starting to resurface.

"Doing what again?" Now Lorelai was the one who was confused.

"You're passing judgment on my relationship with Nicole."

"I'm not passing judgment."

"You passed judgment on our marriage, you passed judgment on our divorce and now you're passing judgment on our living together."

"I'm not passing judgment on you living together. You're passing judgment on you living together… by not living together."

"You know, I was a little tipsy on that cruise ship, but I don't remember anyone pronouncing us husband and wife and Lorelai."

"Well, they may as well have, because I spend as much time with Nicole as you do."

"And the judgment's back!"

"I could move in with you guys. You wouldn't know."

"You know, none of this is any of your business."

"It's absolutely my business."

"How?"

"Because! I wasted a week of my life adjusting to the idea that you had moved only to find out that you haven't moved."

"How much adjusting did you have to do? Nothing's changed! I still see you everyday, I still cook your food, I still serve your coffee. Why do you care?"

"I care."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to move." Lorelai was starting to feel uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation. She was heading to a place where feelings lay buried, wher even she had yet to acknowledge their presence.

"Why? Why don't you want me to move?" Luke was almost yelling at this point.

Now it was Lorelai who attempted to change the topic. She picked up the wrench he had asked for earlier and thrust it towards him. "Here." She was practically shaking. "Just fix the bells. Or, un-fix them, I guess. Whatever."

Luke took the wrench from her, then placed it right back in the toolbox. He looked at her and waited until she met his gaze. Then he asked again, though much softer this time: "Why don't you want me to move?"

He was standing much closer to her now, trying hard not to think the things he always thought when he thought about Lorelai. I'm married, dammit! He knew that his marriage to Nicole wasn't really the reason he was trying not to have those kind of thoughts. No matter how much trouble he gave Lorelai for her judgment, he knew she was right; he knew that his marriage was a big joke. No, he didn't want to have those thoughts, because he didn't want to get his hopes up. There was a chance that the reason Lorelai was so bothered was because she had feelings for Luke, but if he let himself think that and then found out he was wrong… Well, Luke always had the belief that you should keep your expectations low. That way you wouldn't be constantly disappointed.

"I just…" Lorelai couldn't continue her thought. Luke kept getting closer and closer, and she was finding it hard to concentrate on breathing, let alone actually putting together a sentence.

Luke stopped moving nearer, and just stared at her. He wasn't going to be the one to close the distance between them. That had to be Lorelai. He wanted her to so badly, but he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted.

Luckily for him, it was.

Unable to stand the tension any longer, Lorelai finally brought her hands up to his face, and pulled him down to meet her in a fierce kiss, full of all the emotions that she wanted to convey to him. Then she pulled away quickly as she remembered:

"Luke, you're married!"

Luke was breathing hard and fast, and stood in shock for a moment, unable to believe what had just happened. I was kissing Lorelai! He thought happily, before what she said finally registered in his mind. Oh, right, that. He looked at her again for a moment, before stepping closer and pulling her back into his arms.

"I don't have to be." He said.

Lorelai grinned back at him, understanding what he meant. As far as they were concerned, Nicole was out of the picture. They could just make that official later. She didn't really care anymore. All she cared about at that moment was that being there, in Luke's arms, she felt happy, and safe, and … something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

He leaned down and kissed her again, this time more loving and full of promises of the future, and Lorelai realized what the last emotion felt like.

Home.

A/N2: I like to occasionally look at my 'stats' to see how many hits I have on my stories, because it makes me feel happy (pathetic, I know, oh well). Can anyone tell me why the hits got all weird? I had over 1700 hits on this story, and now I have 48. Someone please tell me why!