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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That January, Rory felt like her life had never been better. Her parents weren't fighting, she had never got along with her brother so perfectly before, she had Madeline and Louise, and she had a new friend, Logan. All of that made her life better than it ever had been before, but she had one other thing, something that made all those other things seem like blips on the radar. Barely even there. She had Dean, and she had more love for him than she had ever thought a person could feel for one person, and he loved her back in the same way, in every way there was to love a person. "You're thinking about Dean, aren't you?" Logan asked.

"Oh, hey, aren't you supposed to go back to Yale?"

"Not until Monday. Tomorrow, wow, soon. You still haven't answered my question, though."

"Well, I assumed it was a rhetorical question. I was obviously thinking about Dean, we've been friends for long enough for you to recognize the signs."

"The signs being a dreamy, sappy expression, which is actually quite frightening."

"Why?"

"Because your face is usually so focused on what you're doing. It's just weird to see it taking a break."

"Well, thank you, I think."

"No, it's a good thing."

"Can we stop talking about my facial expressions? It's starting to creep me out."

"Deal. How's school going?"

"Easy. Apparently the teachers' brains are still on winter break. Down in Haiti or something."

"Why Haiti?"

"Because it was the first to come to mind."

"Ah, well, unfortunately, I have to be going."

"I guess I'll see you when you have break, if you come back up here."

"I will. Tell Dean I said hi, okay?"

"You barely know Dean."

"True. Tell him I said hi anyways."

"Will do. Have fun at Yale."

"Fun?"

"And it's times like these that I wonder why we're friends."

"Have fun at Chilton."

"I will. Have fun partying and going to a couple of classes?"

"I will."

"Hey, if you're looking for a girlfriend, I know two girls. They'd probably kill each other for the chance to go out with you."

"Really? I suppose I have a few minutes."

"You're interested?"

"In them? Not particularly. In their identities? Very."

"Louise Grant and Madeline Lynn. Louise is probably more your type, she could keep up with your whole swinger lifestyle."

"Give her my number. I could have fun with that."

"Okay, bye, and if a fake blonde comes down to Yale,"

"I'll call her Louise, and take her to a club, get her drunk, bring her home, then tell her I don't believe in premarital sex."

"You're mean."

"Very. And I'd be more moral than you if it were true."

"Go away, Logan."