In the last episode, Lorelei asks a ranting Luke to marry her, and Rory is living in her grandparent's pool house. What is next for the Gilmore girls?
"Hey!" Luke cried in frustration "I ask the question! Guys propose!"
Lorelei still couldn't really believe what had came out of her mouth. "Fine then, propose"
"Well, it's no good now!" And Luke left the diner in an angry roar.
The pool house was stifling Rory. She was pretty sure she was claustrophobic. On an impulse, Rory grabbed her keys and her phone.
Her mind and her hands were wavelengths apart. She didn't even realize where she was going, until she pulled into a driveway.
"Hello?" His voice sounded groggy. Rory realized it was eleven at night, and he was probably asleep.
"Hi, it's Rory. I'm sorry I woke you up, but I just… needed to talk to somebody."
He seemed more alert, but maybe she was imagining it. "Rory, hi, where are you?"
Was it possible to love the way someone said your name? "In your driveway."
He laughed quietly. "I'll be out in a sec."
She got out of the car when she saw him. "Dean, Hi." She realized she could have said something less vague.
"Rory, hey. What's wrong?"
"I quit Yale." She had to get it out in the open.
"You what? Rory, why?"
She was going to cry any second now. "I was working as an intern for Logan's dad at his newspaper office, and he said I didn't have what it takes and I couldn't believe it," She was getting frantic now, "it's what I've wanted my whole life, and now he says that I don't have the drive and I realized that I don't. I'm a complete failure, and I've been chasing this pretend fantasy."
"Rory!" Dean grabbed her shoulders to stop her from pacing. "Rory, stop! How could you think that you're a failure just because what one asshole thinks? How the hell does he know? And what makes him the judge of all this?"
Rory looked away from his brown eyes. "He's right! I don't know how I got this far, I don't have any drive and I'm not aggressive enough, he's just right! He owns twenty newspapers, he knows!"
"No, Rory, he doesn't know. He doesn't know you, or how smart and great you are. How did you get into Yale in the first place if not out of talent? How did you get into Chilton late, and end up valedictorian?" Dean wrapped his arms around her, and she sunk into them, just like she did a long time ago; and suddenly, everything was okay.