One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Have I told you guys lately that I love you? Just to let you know, all your ideas and comments do help. Some of your ideas, if they fit in, I'll put them in (but you have to remember I already have the main idea for how this story will go, and some of them don't fit in with my ideas). Because of quite a few of you requesting Finn though, I'll be having him play a larger role in this than I had originally planned. He's not in this chapter, but he has a part in the next one ;). The reason I'm so fast at updating, I'm actually a couple of chapters ahead for writing this. I'm trying to stay ahead, as I know on weekends I'll most likely slack off, especially this upcoming one. Also my chapters are short, meaning I can update quicker, even though I'm trying to make them longer... Oh, another thing, just want to give you guys a bit of a time line. Saturday they woke up. Saturday afternoon, Rory moved in. Saturday evening Logan came by. Chapter 7 was Sunday morning, and this chapter (8) is Sunday evening. They haven't been together long, so it won't seem realistic if I already put Trory action in. One more thing, before I let you read on, someone called Charletta a weird name. I actually know someone named that, and thought it sounded like a rich person's name, lol. Ok, this note has gotten too long, so read on and don't forget to REVIEW!

Chapter Eight

"So you know those families on TV, that no matter how bad they are, at the end of the day they still love each other?" Tristan asked, looking over at Rory, as they stood in front of his parents' door. Rory nodded her head. He grabbed her hand before ringing the bell. "Mine's nothing like them."

Rory starred at him in shock as the door was flung open by a girl with dark hair and Tristan's blue eyes.

"Tristan!" she squealed, flinging herself into his arms. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

Tristan rolled his eyes, as he had just been there a few hours ago. "Mary, this is my sister Abigail. Abby, this is Rory."

Abigail cocked her head to the side. "Is it Mary or Rory?"

"Rory," Rory said firmly. "After five years, Tristan has yet to learn my name."

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Sounds like him. He's known me all my life, and doesn't know mine." she linked her arm with Rory's, leading her to where their parents were waiting. "I've always wanted a sister!" she looked back at her brother, who was shutting the door, with disgust. "I never asked for that."

"I love you too Abby-gail," Tristan said sarcastically, as he followed behind the two of them. As they entered the parlor, Tristan's parents stood up. Tristan went to stand by Rory, putting a hand to the small of her back. "Mom, dad, this is Rory Gilmore," he paused, before adding, "Dugrey." Rory looked up at him in surprise. She hadn't even put together that her name would now be changed. Tristan looked down at her to give her a reassuring smile. "Then Rory, these are my parents, Edward and Charletta Dugrey."

Coming out of her trance, Rory looked away. "It's nice to meet you," she said shaking both of their hands.

"You too," Charletta said, holding her wine glass with an air about her. "Have a seat."

Rory sat down beside Abigail on the fancy couch, that was anything but comfortable.

"Drink Rory?" Tristan asked, heading over to get himself one. He knew after this night, he would need one.

"Just a club soda," Rory said. After getting their drinks fixed he came over handing her hers, before sitting on her other side.

"So Rory," Charletta said. "Your Grandmother tells me you attend Yale?"

Rory looked to Charletta, noticing that she was the one that both Tristan and Abigail got their eyes from. "Yes, ma'am."

"What are you majoring in," Edward asked, trying to look like he was interested, but it came out bored. He shook his drink a little, causing the ice to swirl around, as he starred at her intently

"Journalism, sir," Rory answered politely looking him in the eye.

"Such manners," Charletta commented. "Maybe you could teach Tristan to use the words ma'am and sir, instead of 'dude' or 'babe'."

Tristan tried to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Rory smiled at that, looking over at Tristan, seeing how uncomfortable he was, as he fiddled with his tie some. She put a hand over his other hand that was resting on his leg, to reassure him. For his parents it was to look affectionate.

"Dinner is ready," a maid announced before disappearing.

"Well, shall we?" Charletta said as she rose. Everyone followed her to the dinning room.

"So how many children do you want to have, Rory?" Charletta asked, once they were all seated and had started eating.

Rory started to choke on what was in her mouth, she rose her napkin to her face, as she looked away coughing into it.

"You okay?" Tristan asked worriedly, as the coughing fit calmed down, and she started drinking some water.

She nodded her head. "I'm sorry, your question just took me by surprise."

"Quite alright," Charletta said before taking a dainty bite of her meal. After chewing slowly, while starring at Rory, then swallowing, she asked again. "So, how many?"

"Um, well," Rory started, looking at Tristan for help.

"Mom, it's a little soon to be talking about children," Tristan informed her.

Charletta shrugged her shoulders. "Just seeing if you're planning on making me a grandma anytime soon, which I hope not. I do not feel old enough for that."

The rest of the dinner was in silence, with the occasional try at small talk. Rory felt relieve when it was finally time to leave. Abigail walked them to the door.

"It was great meeting you, Rory," she said enthusiastically. Rory then realized it was the first she had spoken since they walked into the parlor with their parents.

Rory smiled back at her, as they hugged. "You too."

"We're going to have to get together and go shopping, do manicures, stuff sisters do together," Abigail said. Then she looked at her brother with a sly grin. "Maybe even kick Tristan out for the night and have a girls sleep over." she then looked around, before lowering her voice. "I hear you found Tristan's obsession with Orlando Bloom."

"Easy," Tristan warned her.

Abigail stuck her tongue out at him, before turning back to Rory. "Feel free to throw all that stuff out, to make the room more yours," Abigail winked at her.

Rory looked at Tristan.

"She knows the truth," Tristan explained.

"Are you kidding?" Abigail said. "Like Mr. Blabbermouth can keep anything from me... Mary."

With that she walked away, towards the stairs. Once reaching the bottom one, she turned around. "Bye!"

"Bye," Rory said shaking her head, as her and Tristan left. "Your sister is..."

"Different? Odd? Weird?" Tristan offered.

"Interesting," Rory said, as Tristan opened the door for her. "I like her."

Tristan got in, shaking his head. "I swear she's adopted or something, she's nothing like my family."

"So you don't mind do you?" Rory asked, as they pulled out of the driveway.

Tristan glanced over at her, before looking back to the road. "Mind what?"

"Me throwing away all of your Orlando Bloom posters..."