Later that night, when Tristan and Paris came home, Rory was wearing something a little nicer than before and Jess hadn't been able to change. Paris went into her room to get dressed, leaving Rory, Jess, and Tristan in the living room. "So, Mary, I hear that you're moving back home. When did you decide this?" Tristan asked.

Rory looked at Jess and then back at Tristan. "I officially decided to move back home the last time that we were there, a couple of weeks ago. I went back for my best friends wedding and I knew that I couldn't stay here much longer. I want to be there for the baby too," Rory informed him. He nodded and turned his attention to Jess.

"And you're going with her?" He asked.

"Sort of," Jess answered. Tristan gestured his hands, signaling for Jess to elaborate. "I'm not moving to Stars Hollow. I'm moving to Connecticut, but not Stars Hollow."

"OK," Tristan said, confused, but decided to drop it.

"So, Tristan? What are you doing in New York?"

"Oh, well... a job. I work in the insurance business, your grandfather actually helped me out a little a few years ago."

"Really? I never knew that," Rory told him.

"Oh, it wasn't a big deal at all. When was the last time you saw your grandparents?" Jess seemed curious at this too for some reason.

"Um, I think it was five or six months ago. I never got around to it the last time I was there. I'll hopefully see them sometime this weekend," Rory answered sadly. She missed them.

"Oh yeah?" Jess asked.

"Don't worry, Jess. You don't have to go if you don't want to. It won't be a big deal. It will be a short meeting, just to catch up and say 'hi'," she informed him. He nodded and she smiled at him and then turned to look at Tristan. "I'll tell them that you said hi, if you want me to."

"That'd be great, Mary," Tristan told her. Rory laid her back on Jess' chest and Tristan turned on the TV. Rory didn't want to waste too much time talking before they actually went out to dinner, Jess never had that much to say anyways, except with Rory, and Tristan decided that TV was safer than talking about something that Paris might want to hear or be there for.

Tristan decided on something on TV that the three of them all seemed relatively interested in when Paris walked out of her bedroom, looking dressed up more than before. She saw the TV. "Dinner?" She asked, a little annoyed.

"Right," Jess said, as Rory slowly lifted herself from him. Tristan looked from the TV to Paris and quickly shut the TV off and stood up.

"Dinner," he echoed her earlier comment, and kissed her. She gave him a weak smile and turned to Jess and Rory who were holding hands, ready to leave. They smiled at her and she glared at Jess, who inadvertently hid behind Rory.

"We're all ready, Paris," Rory informed her and Paris opened the door. Tristan took her hand and led her down the stairs as Jess and Rory followed, closing the door behind them. They met Paris and Tristan outside on the sidewalk. "Are we walking?"

"It depends on where we want to go. I made a decision, but Tristan thought that it'd be best if we made one together, so that it was fair to all four of us," Paris informed them.

"Aw, Tristan, you're good for her," Rory said and Paris winced at the thought just as Tristan over-exaggeratedly pulled her into his side and smiled. Jess silently laughed at this and Rory smiled. "What were you thinking for food, Paris?"

"I was thinking Italian, Tristan didn't mind the idea either."

"Italian is always good," Jess said and Rory nodded.

"Where though?" Tristan asked.

"Let those two pick," Paris gestured to Rory and Jess who weren't paying attention after Italian had been chosen.

"What?" Rory asked. "You want us to pick?" She looked at Jess and he shrugged.

"What about pizza? Not a regular pizza place that's dirty, but a nicer pizza place that has other things also," Jess suggested. Paris knew just the place so she pulled Tristan into her car. "Looks like we have a place."

"Looks that way," Rory said and kissed him before getting in the backseat of Paris' car with Jess. Paris was a crazy driver, so everybody was thankful that the place she had chosen was close by. During the ride, Rory was practically on top of Jess, not that either of them minded, but it was all thanks to Paris' driving. Tristan sat in the passenger's seat, holding on to the dashboard for dear life and Paris was oblivious to it all. She quickly parallel parked right in front of a small, Italian restaurant, causing everybody to lean forward, but no one dared say a thing.

"We're here," Paris exclaimed getting out of her car and walking around the front to meet Tristan with open arms.

"You need to calm down behind that wheel," he whispered quietly into her ear, before pulling out of a hug. Paris shrugged as Jess and Rory got out of the car and met Paris and Tristan at the door of the restaurant. Tristan smiled at the couple and then at Paris and graciously opened the door for the three of them, before following them inside. Rory noticed this and everything else that he had been doing and came to the conclusion that Tristan Dugrey had definitely changed, and for the better.

After dinner, Tristan and Jess went to drop Paris and Rory off at their apartment. "I'll take you home, if you want, man," Tristan told Jess once they entered the apartment. "I know that these two want to have a movie night and don't want us here for it, so it's no problem."

"That'd be great, thanks," Jess said as he pulled Rory into her bedroom to say goodbye with more privacy. "We'll be out in a minute," he told Tristan and Paris before closing the door. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I always have fun when I'm with you...well mostly," Rory teased.

"Thank you, that really helps my self-esteem," he said sarcastically. "I'm glad that you had fun though." His voice was softer now.

"I did have fun. Did you?" She asked, resting her forehead on his.

"I did, but I would have more if you were coming home with me," Jess told her.

"I'll probably be kicked out of my apartment by the end of the night anyways. Either by Paris or the landlord because of all the yelling Paris is destined to do, so basically, you'll probably see me. If I don't come over tonight, I'll call you unless it's too late," Rory reassured Jess.

"Call me whenever. I still have to pack and shit, it won't really matter. If I don't see you tonight, whose car are we taking?" Jess asked, pulling his head away from Rory's and pulling her in for a hug.

"Your's. Mine probably shouldn't be making long trips; I need to get the tires rotated or something, I'll get it done when we get back."

"I'll do it... for free," he smiled at her and she smiled back before kissing him.

"We should get back out there, before he leaves without you," Rory told him, pulling away from his lips. "And thank you for the offer, I'll be more than happy to take you up on that." He kissed her and she took his hand and led him back into the living room where Tristan and Paris were disgustingly making out, yet again. "Yeah, so this is something I'm looking forward to happening a lot in the next five or so months," Rory said to Jess, but loud enough for Paris and Tristan to hear, and abruptly stop the kissing, Paris' face red with embarrassment and Tristan's eye dancing with amusement and something that resembled love.

Jess kissed Rory on the lips, shortly. "Bye. I'll see you later," he pulled her into a hug and then kissed her cheek. "Love you and good luck," he added quietly before pulling away and looking at Tristan.

"Ready, man?" Tristan asked and Jess nodded. Tristan kissed Paris on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow. Bye Mary."

"Goodbye Tristan," Rory waved as Jess opened the door. "Bye Jess."

"Bye ladies." And the men were gone, for what was destined to be a somewhat awkward car ride home, but probably not too awkward. They got along pretty well.

"OK, so Paris, you and Tristan seem to be going pretty well," Rory said while sitting down on the couch.

"I guess so. He's not at all the same that he was at Chilton," Paris said as she pulled two beers out of the fridge and sitting down next to Rory.

"I've noticed. Are you happy?"

Paris couldn't even hide her smile. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Yeah... you suppose," Rory said mockingly. "I'm happy for you and I even have some news that should make you happy for me." Rory knew that would never happen, but didn't want to say the wrong thing.

"Yeah? What?" Paris and Rory opened their beers at the same time and took a sip, Rory took more of a gulp.

"Well... I've obviously been making changes in my life, so I made one more."

"You're not married are you?"

"Paris, no."

"Engaged? Pregnant? Am I on the right track?" Paris asked, sitting back in her seat, contemplating what it could possibly be.

"Not even close to the right track. You're like miles away from the right track," Rory said, preparing to break the news. Paris looked at her with questions in her eyes, but didn't ask, just nodded. "See, I decided, that since I have enough money, that now was a great time to quit my job."

Paris' eyes widened as she got up and took her beer into her room. She closed the door after saying nothing and Rory watched the door, confused and upset. She knew that knocking wouldn't do anything because Paris has those stupid noise reducing headphones and the fact that she was pissed, she would ignore the knocks anyways. Rory wasn't sure what to do, she couldn't leave her in there, meaning she couldn't go to Jess'. She stood up, walked to Paris' door and began knocking anyway. She had already knocked on her door at least ten times when Paris came out of her room. "Why would you do that? How could you just quit your job? I don't care if you have enough money to blow, you're not moving for five months, you can't just quit your job!" Rory walked over to the couch and sat down. Paris, surprisingly, sat down next to her.

"Paris, I can't be stressed out right now. I have to find a new job, pick up my life in the city and move to Stars Hollow, help Jess find an apartment and a job. I need to take the rest of my time to relax. I can survive without the income, I have enough money saved for me to take the next couple of months off. It'll be fine. I just don't want you to be mad at me or upset Paris," Rory pleaded, watching Paris' face for expression. Paris shook her head and walked back into her bedroom.

She walked out a few minutes later with a small overnight bag. "I'm leaving for Tristan's. I'll see you whenever," Paris told Rory, never looking at her, just straight towards the door.

"I'll be home on Monday. Jess has work, so we have to be back Monday morning," Rory told her, but Paris ignored her and left her alone in the apartment.