Plans of Reunion

Summary: The S.H.B.A., S.H.T.B., S.H.N.W.O., S.H.C.C.S.H.C., aka Taylor, want the town sweethearts together again. When he mentions it at a town meeting, everyone starts plotting, and Miss Patty has a plan that just might work. Narco future fic.

Pairing: Rory/Dean with mentioned Luke/Lorelai.

Disclaimer: If I were Amy Sherman-Palladino I'd have better things to do than write fan fiction. And you'd be seeing this story unfold onscreen soon. Well, actually you wouldn't, because Rory and Dean would never have broken up in the first place, so the town wouldn't need to plot to get them back together.

AN: This was supposed to be light, and good-humored. Guess I can cross comedy writer off my list of career choices. I think I need drama to write.

Sorry this is taking me so long...I'm having a season 1 Rory/Dean marathon while I try to write. (He's perfect and he smells really good. lol.)

Rory woke up happier than she could ever remember waking up in her life. She was with Dean, and nothing else mattered.

"Good morning," she said, turning her head to try to kiss him. As his head was resting on her shoulder, it didn't work very well.

"Rory," he started.

"Oh no. That sounds bad."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"You said my name in that 'we need to talk' voice. What's wrong?" Play it dumb, she decided. Make him think he was dreaming it.

"Um, you said you have a boyfriend," he said awkwardly.

"Yeah," she replied just as awkwardly. She'd cheated on Logan. She had suspected him of cheating on her many times, and, to her surprise, she didn't feel guilty about it all. She was only scared of what might happen if Logan found out. And worried that Dean would feel guilty.

"Are you...um...are you on the pill?" Rory let out the breath she'd been holding.

"Yeah. I am," she grinned in relief. "So, it's all good, right?" Dean was silent. "Right?"

"Well, when I first thought of that, I was just making sure we had some form of protection. I should have asked you last night, but..."

"No, it's fine. I knew, I would have stopped things if I wasn't on some form of birth control."

"But then when I brought it up just now..."

"What?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

"The real world came in."

"What's wrong with the real world?"

"You have a boyfriend in the real world."

She wanted to protest, tell him that it didn't matter. But she didn't know how to do that and keep his friendship.

"Do we just forget last night ever happened?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

"Let's practice," Rory suggested.

"Practice what?"

"The dance thing. The thing we're here for."

"Oh. The thing I agreed to do to get Patty to go away."

"That." They laughed, and Dean offered her his arm as if they were back at the debutante ball they learned to dance for.

"Think of my parents," Rory joked as she stepped into Dean's arms again, although in an entirely different context than that of the previous night.