A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. Sorry this chapter is mainly filler…but I thought it had some important stuff (setting up for future chapters and such).
"Heeeeeelloooo…the Coffee Fairy is here to bring you salvation!" Lorelai grinned as she walked into her daughter's unlocked suite.
"Shut up. Put some clothes on…and get out." Barked Paris at a squinty-eyed Doyle.
"What? I just said that you looked a bit like Denise Richards when I look at you at a certain angle…out of the corner of my eye…if I squint…a lot."
"Yeah, good one, I look like an actress who was in a movie called "Wild Things," and was stupid enough to marry a guy who openly fancies hookers…such a shock that didn't work out, gee, I wonder why I'm not at your feet thanking God for finding me such a sensitive lover/man/thing…whatever…get out. Go call Heidi Fleiss, or that girl from The Sopranos who played her in that pathetic lifetime TV movie," Replied Paris with her typical annoyed look plastered on her face.
"Hi, not to interrupt your sweet nothings to each other…I just wanted to bring my poor child some coffee before she decides to slice up her wrists listening to you guys…soooooo…I'm just going to try and get to her room…" Lorelai trailed off as she tried to maneuver her way around the bickering couple.
"Don't bother, she's not here, she never is, not anymore, she off having lots of hot steamy sex…"
"Parrrrrris! Rory's mom doesn't need to hear this," Whined an embarrassed Doyle.
"Why not? She's back with her boyfriend and having great sex herself I'm sure…"
"OK, ok…I get the picture Paris, really…a little too well. Just tell me where I can find my daughter before the coffee gets cold…cause then…" Lorelai snorted, "There will be hell to pay, let me tell you!"
"Oh right…Huntzberger's suite…probably recovering from a night of…"
"Ahhhh, got it Paris, thanks, just point the way, and I'll leave you to kicking your boyfriend/man/whatever thing out." Interrupted Lorelai, not for the first time wondering how Rory ended up being friends with Paris, the girl has serious issues about speaking with anything other than her id.
As Lorelai headed out of the war zone, she almost ran directly into her mother. Standing beside her was her father, and a quite wealthy looking couple.
"Mom, uh, hi…what are you doing here?" Asked Lorelai slightly flustered by her surprise.
"Why Lorelai, Richard had a golf game with Mitchum Huntzberger at his club, and had the most genius idea…since we were practically at Yale already, we decided to drop by to have Sunday brunch with the Rory, and Logan…that's Mitch and Shira's son. But this is just wonderful, you'll just have to join us as well. We're going to some quaint little pub Rory told her grandfather about."
"Yeah, oh…that's great." Lorelai replyed. At least they're expecting company when I bring by the coffee Lorelai though thankfully and started to walk towards where Paris had indicated that Logan's suite was.
"Oh, Lorelai?" Richard asked with an odd look on his face.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Don't you think you're forgetting something rather important?"
"Huh? Am I missing something? OHHHH! Sorry…hi, I'm Lorelai." Lorelai directed the last statement towards the Huntzbergers. My bad…forgot how important formally introducing yourself in "polite society" was Lorelai thought with a mental eye roll.
"Mitchum, pleasure to meet you."
"Shira, pleasure to meet you." Both Huntzbergers answered in unison.
"Yes, Lorelai, an excellent idea to introduce yourself, but I think what your father meant is where is Rory?" Spoke up Emily with a look on her face that said it should have been obvious.
Click. It hit Lorelai. "Uhm, Mom…was this visit a surpise?" asked Lorelai dreading the response.
"Why, yes. You must be pleasantly surprised. You father and I don't always plan everything. We can be spontaneous. We simply do it in such a manner as to not cause any inconvenience for anyone." Emily responded in her usual sharp manner.
"Of course." Lorelai mentally grimaced. Oh no…not inconvenient for anyone…right. Well, the least she could do is try to play damage control, this was going to be tricky. "Well, Rory's roommate just informed me that Rory is working on an article for the Yale Daily News with Logan at his place." Lorelai quickly lied.
"I'm sorry, I thought you mentioned something about my son working on an article for the Yale Daily News?" responded a shocked Mitchum Huntzberger.
"Riiiiight, but, well, uhm, you know kids today…" Lorelai giggled nervously, why couldn't she have remembered that Limo Boy wasn't exactly daddy's little dedicated reporter? "…As soon as you give up on them, they go and prove you wrong…funny, huh…right? Ok. So…uhm…why don't you call them to come meet us at the pub?" Lorelai babbled desperately.
"Please, we'll keep the surprise; this just makes it even better since they're already together. Don't try and tell us we don't know how to be fun." responded Emily as they all started to walk towards Logan's suite.
Richard continued, "Yes, we can be…what do the kids say nowadays? Hip? Cool? Jiggy with it?"
Lorelai choked as she was taking a sip of the coffee that she brought for Rory. "Dad, please never quote Will Smith again. I mean I know that the guy isn't exactly Tupac, I mean the guy had a full scholarship to MIT though he passed it up to make millions over in Hollywood. And, well, he promised his grandmother not to curse in his rap lyrics…but still…Rap song lyrics…never to be uttered by you…especially while I'm drinking." Lorelai spoke in shock.
"Well, we're here." Spoke up Shira Huntzberger.
"What? Where?" asked a confused Lorelai.
"Why, at Logan's of course, really Lorelai, where is your head today?" answered Emily.
In her shock over her father's "Jiggy" comment, Lorelai completely missed the fact that they had reached the door to Logan's suite.
Mitchum reached towards the door…and knocked.
Finn and Colin were watching MTV, checking out at the hot half-naked chicks on Spring Break in the living room of the suite they shared with Logan. Finn is drunk as usual despite the fact that it's relatively early on Sunday.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Oh God, I haven't stopped drinking yet…the hangover can't have come already, and there's knocking on my head." Finn groaned in pain.
"Someone's knocking on the door, you lush." Replied Colin with his usual annoyed disgust.
"This early? This is indeed a cruel world, mate." Complained Finn. "Tell the sadists to go away…or make Huntzberger get it. It's only fair they bother him too, I saw him go into his room last night, with some cute young bird…not a redhead, but still. Oh…unless it's one of your mothers come for a visit…then I'll be happy to answer it."
"Shut up, you wouldn't stand a chance with any of my mothers, not even the redhead, and she went for anything that had green in its wallet." Colin retorted walking over to the door.
Colin opened the door to see Logan's parents standing there with the Gilmores, and a one hot woman. "Why, hello, come right one in. Welcome to our humble abode."
"Thank you Colin, always a pleasure to see you." Shira Huntzberger spoke as the Gimores and Huntzbergers all piled into the living room.
Finn, looked up, and seeing a hot woman, jumped up and looked Lorelai up and down. "Heeello, if I may introduce myself, I…am Finn!"
"Right, thanks Spartacus…I…am Lorelai…Rory's Mom."
"Who's Rory? Have we met a Rory mate?" Finn directed the question towards Colin.
"Yeah, that's reporter girl."
"Huh? Whatever." After a moment Finn continued with a smirk, "Mothers nowadays though, whew!"
Colin quickly spoke up, "Yeah, well great seeing you Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger, and, uhm, Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore…and, uh, nice meeting you Ms. Rory's mom…we were just going to, uh, study…come on Finn."
Colin quickly grabbed Finn by the elbow, and half dragged him out of the suite.
"Interesting boys," Richard said to break the confused silence.
Outside, wandering around campus, Colin sat Finn down on a bench and wondered. "Wait a second…what were the Gilmores doing there, Finn? Unless…no!" Colin started shaking Finn to attention, "Finn, that girl you said Logan went into his room with…that wouldn't have happened to be Rory Gilmore…was it?"
"Have I met her?"
Colin rolled his eyes. "There's going to be quite a show in the suite if it was."
"Well, what are we waiting for mate…we'd better hurry back!" exclaimed Finn.
"I think it's a bit too late to warn them, Finn."
"Warn them? I'm hurt…don't you know anything about my warped mind? I don't want to miss the show!"
"Hey, Ace."
"Hmmm."
Logan laughed, "So good you're speechless, huh. Gotta say Ace, you're working wonders on my ego here." His mouth commenced to turn up in his trademark smug grin that was just so cute that it was annoying.
"Last thing you need Huntzberger…it can't afford it, soon there wouldn't be anymore room in here with us…and your ego." Rory responded as she squished his face with her hands in an effort to erase that grin.
"Hey…I was just going to offer to bring you coffee…but if that's how you're going to be…" Logan teased with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Hmm…for coffee…I can forgive a lot." Rory smiled.
"Well, first, I wanted to give you something," continued Logan with a more serious expression on his face. He leaned over to his nightstand, and grabbed a small gift wrapped box from the drawer. "Here."
"Uhm, Logan…that's really sweet. Really. But I can't accept…I don't need you buying me stuff. I just like being here with you." As an afterthought Rory added laughing, "…well, when you're not being a butt-faced miscreant."
Logan couldn't help laughing, "Well…how about we make a deal, Ace?"
"Deal?"
"Yeah, you know…an agreement between two parties."
Rory leered at him, "yes, thank you, I know what the word means…I meant what kind of deal are we talking about?"
"Ah…negotiations, always great fun."
"You are a sick, sick man."
"It's a gift. Logan grinned. "Well…" he continued, "I know how much you want to read some of my work…so…if you agree to accept any gifts I choose to bestow upon you…I'll let you read my articles for the Yale Daily News before I submit them." Then after a dramatic sigh he concluded, "It's quite a generous offer…I'm leaving myself at risk to Hemingway's fate!"
At first Rory's eyes widened in excitement, but a moment later she squinted at him suspiciously. "You do realize that for me to be able to read your articles…it would require you actually writing something. I'm no fool. That's just mean…you're trying to trick me into thinking you're all generous…and a woman was NOT responsible for Hemingway's lost manuscript!"
Logan laughed, "You know, Ace, I've never had such a hard time trying to talk anyone into letting me give them presents. Fine, don't trust me…although I'm really, truly hurt." Logan grimaced and slapped a hand to his heart in comic protest. "Then how about as an additional clause to said agreement, I will write at least TWO articles for each issue. In fact, I've got one already done, and awaiting your greedy hands!"
This time Rory couldn't resist her excitement. "Gimme!"
"Uh, Uh, Uh…first open your present Ace!"
"Ok, Ok…" Rory opened the box to see a key. She looked up at Logan with questioning eyes. "Uhm, thanks?"
Logan smiled smugly, "Aren't you going to ask what it's for?"
Rory rolled her eyes, "What's it for?"
"A key for the special first edition archives in the Yale Library…and I didn't even use my locksmith connection…its legal and everything…you don't have to swipe your card, or leave money on the counter.!" Logan responded anticipating her reaction.
Rory's face lit up, "Are you serious? Oh my God! Really? NO!" she continued gushing.
"You can sniff all the books there to your heart's delight, Ace!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you!" Rory beamed. A second later, realized what she had just blurted out, and the shocked expression on his face, "I mean…for the gift…I love the gift."
"Right, course, no problem, glad you liked it." rambled Logan, confused by a sudden feeling of disappointment. "Well, I'd better get the coffee before that stay of execution I earned is up." With that Logan rose from the bed, and put on his boxers.
"Hey…wait…what about that article? I accepted your gift!" Rory reluctantly followed him out of the bed, and donned one of his button-down shirts that barely covered the panties she recovered from the floor.
"Oh, right." Logan grabbed a group of papers from his desk, "You have to promise you'll be careful! I actually put effort into this baby." Then he started into the living room waving the article just out of her reach, still facing his bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah…stop being such a tease! I want to read an article by the brilliant Logan Huntzberger!" Rory chased him into the other room.
Suddenly Rory froze, her face turning beet red, and she started to stutter, "Uh, bu, uhm, uh…"
Confused Logan whipped his head around to see what the trouble was…if Finn and Colin were being idiots again…"Uh, oh God, uhm, uhhh…hi…Mom… Dad…Emily…Richard…Lorelai." At each word his voice becoming meeker, and meeker.
A/N: Again, just want to express how much I appreciate all the reviews…please keep them coming. Sorry that this chapter was mainly filler…but the next chapter should have what I know you're all waiting for…oh…and of course there will be more smutty chapters! ;)