One Less Mistake

Summary: What if Lorelai hadn't gotten pregnant until she was 20? What if she had agreed to marry Christopher when she did? AU.

Pairings: Rory/Dean, withLor/Luke later on

Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino and the WB

Rory pictured him in her head. His perfect dark hair, his eyes, his height. She was such an idiot. He probably thought she was incapable of coherent thought. Some dumb rich girl who went to an expensive prep school that was supposedly for really smart people, but she could only go because her parents bribed the headmaster.

"Hey Mary!" a familiar, unwelcome voice chorused.

"Tristan. How nice to see you." she growled.

"I was thinking, maybe you'd like to go see a movie with me tonight."

"It's the second day of school."

"What's your point?"

"You couldn't even go through two days without hitting on me. Besides, it's a Wednesday."

"Again, what's your point?"

"We have to get up early for school tomorrow morning, plus I have to study."

"It's the second day of school. What's there to study?"

"And spend time with my family." and hope that Dean would hear one of her sparring matches with her mother so he would know that she wasn't the scarecrow from the "Wizard of Oz," but she wasn't going to tell Tristan that.

"Your family will be there tomorrow night."

"Get lost, Tristan."

"Wow, Rory, way to go." Louise purred as she walked up and slipped her arm through the crook of her friend's elbow.

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"Christopher Hayden! A gazebo? What on earth were you thinking? Why didn't you talk to me! It's my house, and my money, too, you know!" Lorelai screeched at her husband who was just descending the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Lor, I didn't think you'd mind."

"Didn't think I'd mind? Then why the hell were you hiding from me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why were you hiding from me? Last night, I was determined to wait until you got home so I could yell at you. I waited until 1:00, but no one came in the house. I woke up in the morning, and you weren't in bed. I came down, had a cup of coffee, got ready to go to the office, and down you come. Why were you hiding from me?"

"I didn't want you to be mad at me."

"But you just said you thought I wouldn't."

"Lor..."

"Chris, call and cancel that gazebo! I don't want a gazebo."

"Why not?"

"Because...because...I hate gazebos...and...fine, you know what, forget it, I'm sick of always fighting with you. Get your stupid gazebo. See if I care."