A/N: Okay I owe you guys a huge apology. It has been a long time since I've updated and I could give you the number of crazy things that have kept me from updating, mainly school related, but that doesn't change the fact that it has been too long. So I'm sorry but this is probably how it is going to be from now on, because I refuse to post crap just to update. That being said, I am going to do my best to give you timely updates. Thank you to all that have reviewed and alerted this story. Unless you've written a story of your own you have no idea how great it is to hear people like your writing. Or don't like it-just to know someone is reading it is really, really great. Now, onto the story:

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I remembered the perfections of last night almost at once when I woke to my alarm clock and Luke's muscular arm still draped around me just right. It was almost enough to make me forget how much I hate waking early. Damn Luke for having to open the diner. He leaned over to stop my alarm clock and kissed my forehead in the process. "Only you would have an alarm clock that moos, Lorelai Gilmore."

A grin made its way onto my face. How could I have been so blind? I had this wonderful man, my best friend, around for 8 years and I never once realized how perfect we are together. I'm a 'we' again. Luke Danes and I are a 'we', or at least I really hope we are. As much as I hate to think it, it is probably a good thing that Rory was not home this weekend. Luke and I probably never would've gotten together if Rory was home. OH SHIT! RORY! I am supposed to be at the airport to pick her up in like 30 minutes. I flew down the stairs to find Luke pouring me a cup of coffee.

"Travel Mug! I'm going to need that in a travel mug!"

Luke looked at me questioningly; "I was going to bring up to you in bed, since you're not due to be up for another four hours." He handed me the travel mug in the process.

"Thanks. No time to talk. Hello. Goodbye. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late." I yelled back to him as I ran out to the jeep. Luke caught up to me at the exact time I had the realization that he was going to tell me.

"You haven't had Gypsy fix the jeep yet. Take my truck, I'll walk to the diner."

Ah, my savior. "Thanks Luke, I'm going to be late picking Rory up from the airport as it is." I grabbed Luke's keys and opened up the truck door. Shit, the damn truck was stick. Oh well, how hard can it be? I mean, it's just a clutch and a plastic stick thing. I'm sure I can bullshit it. I realized how wrong I was when I stalled as soon as I tried to reverse. Luke ran over to the window and banged on it. He must have seen my "little" stall.

"Out! You will stall in the middle of an intersection and kill either my truck or yourself."

"So glad to see your priorities are straight Luke."

"I didn't mean it like that. I just can't afford a new truck. I like this truck. Out. I'll drive you to get Rory."

"But the diner…"

"The diner can wait. Move and I'll drive."

I reluctantly agreed. Well maybe not so reluctantly, a ride with Luke wouldn't exactly be torturous. Although I do hate being babied. I'm sure I would've eventually figured out that little stick thing. We made it half way to the airport without either one of us saying a word since we left my driveway. And this wasn't one of those comfortable silences. It was more like a 'we-just-almost-had-sex-for-the-first-time-and-you-are-my-best-friend-and-now-I-don't-know-how-to-act-around-you' silence. And I did not like it. This was Luke, owner of diner-my best friend-Luke. I do not have trouble talking to Luke. I never have and I don't intend to start now. Why isn't he at least trying to say something. Usually it makes him nervous when I'm not talking. What if last night meant nothing to him? What if he was just missing Rachel? How could I have expected him to be over her already? I was over Max. And Luke did tell me he loved me. Luke doesn't lie…ever. Luke loves me. He kissed me this morning on the forehead and got me coffee without arguing. But maybe I misread those signs. Maybe they were 'I'm-just-trying-to-be-nice-since-I-have-to-reject-you" signs. But he said he loved me. He must have meant it, even for that one little minute. I've never heard Luke say 'I love you' to anyone. He is not the type to take that lightly. He does love me, but maybe not in a relationship way. I love him, but I'm not sure I love him as a love interest. Either way, I don't deserve Luke's love. He's on top of everything (dirty). His life is all set.

Once again Luke interrupted my thoughts. "So, Lorelai, last night…"

Uh Oh. Panic. I'm having a panic attack. Maybe I really did prefer the silence. I'm not ready to completely put myself out there for Luke to shove in the garbage. My heart could not withstand the rejection and embarrassment by Luke Danes. I'll pull a classic Lorelai and just play dumb. "Yeah, Ferris is just so cool. Everyone should have a friend like Bueller. I've always wanted to get up on a float and sing ever since I've seen that movie. Not that it was actually Mathew Broderick singing. It was actually the Beatles. Maybe I could have the Beatles sing for me. I have absolutely no ability to si…"

"LORELAI! Can't you take anything seriously?"

Whoops. Maybe that was the wrong approach. But I do want to hear what he thinks first. "Yes, I can. Geeze, you and Rory both."

"Well, you are not displaying that fact really well right now."

"I know. I know I'm not."

"We kissed."

"Luke, we almost did a whole lot more that that."

"Yes. Thoughts?"

"Well, I don't like the whole early alarm clock for the diner thing. Cows aren't supposed to be heard that early."

"You are the one with the cow alarm clock, Lorelai. But I didn't mean thoughts on my lifestyle. I meant events of last night."

Can I get around this last direct stab? " I know…it was…it was…different."

"Different? Lorelai, I'm trying to figure out where this stands? What do you feel?"

Arg, diner man just won't give up. "How do you feel about it Luke?"

"Lorelai, someone crazy once told you me that you cannot answer a question with a question."

"Well they were obviously crazy, so there is no need to listen to them. Way to throw that back in my face though, brownie points to you."

"I would never use you like that Lorelai. You mean something to me. I wasn't just saying that stuff last night. But I understand if you were. You had a tough weekend and I was there."

"Luke, you are always there. Probably one of the few who always is. Rory, Sookie, and you. That's it. You mean the world to me…okay, maybe a little cheesy than that. It's like measurable to the cheesy, "you complete me" line. Wow. I'm Tom Cruise cheesy. Regardless, it really is the truth. I'm not going to lie. I feel scared and vulnerable when I think about starting something with you…"

"Lorelai, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll get over this embarrassment…and I'll get over you. Eventually."

"Luke, you didn't let me finish. I'm scared to start something with you because you mean so much, but I'm even more scared not to. We can't continue to deny feelings now, it won't work. And quite honestly no matter how many times I pick on that cheesy 'you complete me' line when I watch Jerry McGuire with Rory, I've always wanted to have something that cheesy. I've always thought that was the most romantic line in a movie. I just cover up my love for the cheesy line with poking fun at it. I do love you Luke. I don't know if it's in a strictly best friend way or if it can be in a relationship way. But I want to find out. But just know I'm scared, I'm scared of what I'll find."

It has never felt so easy and so scary to admit to someone that I love him. However, one look at Luke when I said those three dangerous words was all the confirmation I needed. This is going to be all right, it has to be. Because he is Luke, and I can't afford to lose him.

"Me too, Lorelai, I'm scared too."

That actually reassured me. That shared fear seemed to put the seriousness of what we are going to do in reality. This is real, this is big, and this is life changing. And I wouldn't want anything different with Luke.

As we pulled into the airport I wanted to get one other question off my shoulders. "Luke, is it alright it…if I call you my boyfriend?"

Luke smiled and I know it was because he is not used to me being quite so insecure. "Only if I can call you my girlfriend."

I smiled and chuckled. We are just so high school. We got to the airport and I had Luke stand around the corner when I saw Rory coming, so that she wouldn't see him.

"Could that possibly be my daughter? My goodness, I almost don't even recognize you anymore."

"Ha ha, mom. You are quite the little comedian."

"Tell me how your trip was. Your dad, he's good? And Sherry-she's okay? Your dad deserves someone as fabulous as me. Well maybe not as fabulous, because I'm not sure that's possible, but close."

Rory rapped her arms around me into a hug. "I see you are just as modest as you were when I left you. There is time for Boston-banter later. I want to hear how things went with Luke. I am dying to know. Please tell me you did not chicken out. If you tell me a good enough story I might just forget how late you were to pick me up."

"Well about me being late. You see, Luke, he's just really good in bed. I mean he can make me do things I never thought were possible, he makes the whole world shake." I got exactly the reaction I expected and I could not help but keel over laughing. Rory yelled "MOM" and Luke turned the corner and muttered, "Aww geez, Lorelai." I like to push people to their comfort limits; it is really quite funny. Especially when Luke turns into a tomato quite like he is doing now. Now to really fill Rory in. "Rory, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend, Luke Danes. Did you know he owns a diner that has the very best coffee? But what can I say, I'm a coffee whore."

Rory squealed and hugged me and then Luke. Luke was a little awkward but he'd get used to it eventually. Luke led the way back to the truck. Rory hung back with me and I noticed her eyes were starting to water. I, as the mother that I am, immediately go into panic mode. What did Chris do? I'll kill him. "What's with the eye water display, kid?"

Rory smiled at me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I could put off murdering Chris for a little while at least. "Nothing mom, I'm just happy for you. This is good. You and Luke. It's good."

I smiled. "Yes. Yes it is.

A/N: I'm happy that Luke and Lorelai are finally together so I can move out of the cheesy, budding romance part of this story for a while. However, it did need to be done. My plans are to try to write as much as I can on the weekends since weeknights are very busy. Then I will try to quickly type the chapters on the computer when I get home from school. But my guess would be that it will only average to about 1-3 chapters a week from now on. I'm sorry about that.