A/N: Here's the second chapter, for those four people who asked for it. And I just started working of chapter six for "As it Should Be," so you can expect that hopefully within the week.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, this is how it would really go. But I don't, so it won't.

"Rory?"

Rory glanced down at the ground for a moment to gather her courage, before lifting her eyes back up to meet those of the tall man standing before.

"Hi Dean." She said simply, waiting for him to invite her in so they could talk. He moved aside and she stepped through the doorway, following him into the kitchen. Dean sat down first, and Rory followed suit. Finally, he managed to find his voice.

"So… what are you doing here?"

This time it was Rory who stayed unexpectedly silent for a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying in vain to fight back the tears threatening to spill over.

"Look, I don't know if you've heard anything around town about me—"

"No, everyone's overly careful not to say anything to me. I can always tell when they're talking about you though, because they give me funny looks."

"Yeah, well, I've had a pretty bad time for a while now."

"What happened?" He reached for her hand across the table to provide some sort of comfort.

"I was dating this guy, Logan. He was nice, I guess… but I did things with him that I wouldn't normally do. We went to bars a lot, and parties, and…" She gave a little sniffle, ashamed to tell Dean what she had done, afraid of what he would think of her. "We stole a boat."

"What?"

"Yeah. I was interning with his father, who told me I didn't have what it took to be a journalist, and I got so upset… so I stole a boat with Logan. Then I dropped out of Yale."

"You—"

"Yeah. And my mom and I weren't speaking for a long time, because she didn't support my decision to leave school and so I was living with my grandparents. And I've just now started getting things back on track. I made up with my mom and I'm back at Yale, and I've been going to these mandatory therapy sessions, and I went through hours and hours of therapy, only to realize that I really…"

"What? What's the matter Rory?"

Rory took a deep breath, and brought her other hand up, so that she was holding both of his.

"I really miss you."

Dean smiled and stood up, pulling her into a hug. "I miss you to Rory. But we've always managed to stay friends before, I don't see why we can't now."

"No, Dean, I don't think you understand. I mean, I really miss you. I don't want to just be friends. I want you. I want to be with you."

The smile fell away from Dean's face as he took in her words. "Rory, do you mean it? I mean…"

"No. I mean, yes I mean it. No to what I know you were going to say. You think I'm too good for you. You saw me at my grandmother's party and told me you don't fit into my world, but that wasn't my world Dean. That was my grandmother's world. I tried it out for a while but it turns out I don't fit in there either. My world is here in Stars Hollow, not in Hartford. My world is my mother, not my grandmother. And, well… I was hoping that my world was with you. The truth is, Dean, you were always too good for me. You were always more dedicated that I was, and that wasn't right or fair. But I'm really ready for this now, and I think that now you're just right for me. And I'm just right for you."

"Oh Rory—"

"Wait. Let me finish… I still love you Dean. I love you. I'm not expecting that you're still in love with me, I mean, you probably got over me a while ago, but I was hoping that maybe with time, you could—"

This time Dean who interrupted as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled away, he leaned in even closer and whispered "I love you too" before pulling her in for another kiss.