Disclaimer: I own nothing, just took them out for a walk. They'll be back before dinner.

Rating: T

I think you broke him…

Rory was actually having fun. She was at a party surrounded by rich kids that were drunk off their asses. And, for the first time, she was able to see it for what it was – her friends were blowing off steam. Pure and simple. As she'd gotten to know them better she realized not all of them were as lazy as Logan appeared. Because, even for him, it was mostly an act. Legacy or not, you can't party your way through Yale. Well, except for…

Her train of thought was interrupted by a laughing Stephanie who collapsed beside her on the couch.

"Enjoying yourself, Ror?"

"I was. Now I'm empty. Headed over to the bar. You want?"

"Nah, I'm good."

As she made her way to the bar bits of the conversations being had floated through her. She rolled her eyes. Every college party in America was full of drunk-pseudo-intellectual philosophers who solved the world's problems in the time it took them to finish 3 highballs. Why would this one be any different? Too bad after the third they greatly increased their rate of consumption and forgot all the solutions for world peace and the expansion of capitalism by the time of the next morning's sunrise.

She'd made it to the bar and caught the bartender's eye. While she waited for her next gin gimlet she tuned to survey the room, hoping to find an interesting conversation to join. Or at the very least entertaining.

She spotted Logan chatting up a leggy blond. She returned his smile and winked. After their try at first casual, and then serious, dating they had both determined that it would be better to just be friends. The whole situation just overwhelmed the both of them and became way too intense. Neither one of them wanted things to get as serious as what their families had expected.

She turned back around to grab her drink and as she reached for it, she felt someone settle on the stool next to her.

"Hello, there. Have we met?"

She took a sip of her drink, placed the tumbler on the bar, and looked Finn straight in the eye as her own blue ones took on a mischievous glint.

"No, we haven't," she told him as she took a step towards him. "But you're kinda cute. Let's go back to your place, take off all our clothes, and see what kind of trouble we can get into. How flexible are you?"

Finn's eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and his breath came out in a whoosh of air. He managed to regain control of his facial muscles after a bit. However, this only allowed him the ability to blink several times, or to alternately open and close his mouth.

Rory thought he'd make a rather adorable fish.

"Finn?"

He managed a, "MMnnh?"

Stephanie and Colin came up behind her.

"Finn, do you know what we did with the red cape that goes with the matador costume? We wanted to use it to…"

"What happened to Finn, Rory?"

"I don't know. He sat down and we'd just started talking when this happened."

"Finn?" Colin snapped his fingers in front of he eyes. Finn turned to look at him but still only managed to blink and gape.

"I think you broke him," Stephanie said in Rory's ear.

Logan had been watching the situation progress from a small distance away. He'd watched Ace fry Finn's circuits without even realizing what she was doing. He'd known Finn had it bad for her, and had been waiting for the Aussie to work up the nerve to do something about it. Flighty redheads, he knew what to do with. Brilliant girls that he'd fallen head over heels for were quite another matter.

Taking pity on him, Logan walked over to find Stephanie trying to snap him out of it.

"Finn? Come on, snap out of it or I'll show everybody those pictures from Spring Break freshman year."

"Finn passed those around at last year's Christmas party, Steph. I think he needs to get out of this crowd. It's a little stuffy in here, don't you think, Ace?"

"Yeah, sure. Come on, Finn. Let's take a walk, okay?"

Logan could tell from the guilty look in her eyes that his guess about exactly what she'd said to Finn was pretty close to the truth. He gave a warning look to Stephanie and Colin.

'Not a word,' he mouthed. They'd noticed Finn's attraction as well. It seemed the only one who hadn't was Rory. As much as she'd become a part of their group, she was still pretty oblivious at times. They chalked it up to all that book-smelling. Couldn't be good for you.

Once outside, Rory led Finn down the path that led to the courtyard. They took a seat on one of the benches.

"Finn?"

She didn't really know what to do. She didn't have an arsenal of bribery material like the others. Even so, it seemed not much could embarrass Finn. He was imperturbable. Most of the time. She couldn't believe she had managed to shock him.

Then she had a thought. If she had shocked him into it, maybe she could shock him out of it.

She leaned close and brought her lips to his. She hadn't expected the jolt that came from such a light touch. Now unable to stop herself, she placed soft kisses across his upper lip and circled his bottom until she reached her starting point. It was as she started to kiss him fully on the mouth that he responded. Slowly at first and then they both deepened the kiss. He pulled her into his lap as they continued.

They broke away panting and she looked into his eyes.

"You back?" she inquired with a small smile.

"Yeah, sorry. I was trying to, um, process. Even if you were just kidding, I…"

"Finn?" she interrupted him, "Why didn't you say something?"

"Dunno. I wasn't sure and then I thought maybe you'd want somebody more serious and then I thought maybe you didn't want anybody right now and then I thought maybe it would make things weird and then…"

"Finn?" she interrupted him again, "Shut up and kiss me."

"Right."

This kiss was more exploratory than the first. Every time he'd seen her pout he'd wondered what her bottom lip would taste like.

When he moved to sample the soft spot just behind her right ear he missed the sparkle in her eye.

"So? I asked you a question earlier?"

His brain was a little fuzzy at the moment, and he pulled back and shot her a puzzled look.

She took pity on him and repeated the question, "How flexible are you?"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he lifted her up in his arms from their spot on the bench.

"Let's just go find out, shall we?"

She threw her head back and laughed. Yeah, parties were so much fun.

End