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, Lor/Chris

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

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Rory and Dean were stretched out on her bed, making out. "So," she said, between kisses.

"Yes?"

"Things are good now."

"Yes, very good."

"And, we had talked about...maybe...you know," she struggled with the words. Dean stopped kissing her, and smiled down at her. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?"

"If you're ready to do it, you can say it, too."

"I want to make love to you," she blurted, quickly, before she lost her nerve.

"And I want to make love to you, too," he grinned, and kissed her again.

"Now?" Rory asked.

"Do I want to now? Yes, but I want it to be more special than this."

"Good, me too. But I want to."

"You're not the kind of girl who would say something like that at all, not if it wasn't true. You don't need to keep reassuring me."

"I know that you wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it either."

"Of course not."

"So, where should we go?"

"I'm not sure. No cheap hotels."

"Obviously. My grandparents have a house on Martha's Vineyard."

"It's kind of far."

"I know."

"And I kind of got the impression that they hate me."

"But Grandma owes me. She'd do anything to get me to forgive her, and they only go up in the spring. After they bought it last year, they let my family go for New Years. They said that it was ours on New Years, but Mom and Dad don't want to go anywhere. They're very happy in their bedroom."

"Doesn't it bother you to think of your parents having sex?"

"Not anymore. You wouldn't survive in the Haden household if that thought bothered you too much. And don't think I haven't noticed you changing the subject."

"I didn't mean to. I've just never heard anyone mention their parents having sex in that offhanded manner. And, yes, if they really don't mind, your grandparents place on the Vineyard sounds good. The road trip part could potentially be pretty fun."

"I'll call and ask tonight, then I'll call you, and give you the verdict."

"Sounds good. I really want to kiss you again."

"Me too," he looked at her quizzically. "Kissing, right, let's go."

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"Hello?" Emily Gilmore asked again.

"Grandma, hi," Rory whispered.

"Rory?"

"How have you been, Grandma?"

"Fine. How have you been?" Emily wasn't an idiot. Even through the phone, she could feel that her granddaughter was still angry, but she was calling, and making small talk. That had to be a step in the right direction, didn't it?

"Good."

"Why did you call?"

"Well, I was wondering if your offer to let us stay in your house on Martha's Vineyard was still open."

"Yes, of course it is." How could Emily refuse Rory what was possibly the first thing she'd ever asked of her?

"Thanks," she was whispering again.

"And Rory?"

"Yes."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you, Grandma."