Classic

Chapter 5

A lump had formed in the back of Rory's throat and tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the empty doorway where Logan had stood only moments before. She didn't understand and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. It really hurt to think that Logan thought so low of her.

Tearing her gaze away from the door she turned to the man who was on the bed next to her. Finn was glaring at Colin who now stood right next to him glaring right back. They seemed to be in an unofficial staring contest.

"Uh, guys?" Rory said quietly, so quietly she wasn't sure if they would hear her.

"Not now, Love," Finn, replied through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving those of his best friend.

Rory nodded mutely, although she knew it was futile since neither of the two men were looking at her to see.

Colin began speaking, slowly and calmly, his lips were barely moving as he displayed a great amount of restraint. "What exactly did you think you were doing?"

Rory watched, fascinated, as Finn explained in the same unnatural voice as Colin. "I didn't do anything wrong. All I did was comfort a friend who was in need, mate."

Colin snorted, finally breaking eye contact. "I'm sure you did a wonderful job of comforting her, Finn."

Rory saw a flash of what looked like annoyance cross Finn's handsome face. He gave his friend a dark smile. "As a matter of fact, I did."

"Oh, really?" The sarcasm was evident in his voice.

"Yes, you see," Finn, explained. "My friend, Rory over here had a bad night, what with Stone trying to feel her up and attacking him. She needed a friend. I was here."

A look of utter confusion crossed Colin's face. "So, you had sex with her? How does that make sense?"

Rory noticed Finn get even more annoyed and angered at his best friend so before Finn could retort she began speaking, "Colin, in case you haven't noticed, Finn and I are completely dressed. In our own clothes, too."

Colin looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. His eyes immediately softened as he took in her distressed state. He saw the tears in her yes and the paleness of her complexion. His eyes quickly scanned her body and then Finn's to check their attire.

"I held her while she cried, mate. That's all, I swear. Blimey, when did life get so complicated?"

"I'm sorry," Colin said quietly.

"Its fine, Colin," Rory said reassuringly. She paused, then, "why are you here?"

"Huh?" Colin said stupidly. "Oh, uh, we had a problem."

"What kind of problem?" Rory asked slipping out of bed.

"Uh-"

"Was it that you couldn't find any clean socks?" Finn asked innocently. "I always have that problem. Very unfortunate."

"Finn," Rory reprimanded.

"What? It is a problem!" Finn cried throwing his arms in the air after he too had gotten out of bed.

Rory rolled her eyes and started towards the door. "So what's the problem?"

"Well, you see," Colin, said following her down to the kitchen, "Logan doesn't remember what happened last night."

"How is that a problem?" Rory asked as she flicked the coffee machine on. "I mean isn't it better that he doesn't remember? I mean he made a fool out of himself."

"Usually, yes, but under these conditions, no." Finn had joined them in the kitchen.

"That doesn't make any sense," Rory stated.

"Sure it does, Love."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How?" Rory challenged.

Instead of Finn answering Colin did. "Logan hasn't drunk that badly in one night in a long time; a very long time. He used to drink like that to forget things on purpose, usually something to do with Mitchum and when the occasion called for it, his mother."

Rory poured three cups of the now ready coffee and distributed it. "What changed?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You were there for him to talk to," Colin explained to her. "You cared."

"And you two didn't?" Rory shot back. "Didn't you care?"

"Of course we did, Rory!" Finn cried, outraged that she thought that.

"Rory, yes we were there but its not the same," Colin said. He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"How is it not the same?"

"For starters, Finn and I used to do the same when our parents got to be too much to handle."

"We don't have good relationships with our parental units, like you do, Love," Finn said. "I wish I did but I don't."

Rory shifted uncomfortably. She had always felt sorry for them; none of their parents were actual parents. All they cared about was social status and heirs never just the well being of their offspring.

"So," Rory said changing the subject. "Why don't you just tell Logan what happened yesterday?"

"I was going to do that," Colin admitted, "but I needed Finn."

"For moral support?" Rory asked amused.

"Funny," Finn said rolling his green eyes.

"To fill in some of the blanks," Colin said also rolling his eyes at the brunette girl.

"Well," Rory said, "what are you waiting for?"

"Do you see Logan here, Love?" Finn asked harmlessly.

Rory smirked and replied, talking slowly as though to a child, "No, but Finn there is this new invention I don't know if you've heard of it, its called a telephone."

"One problem, Rory Love," Finn said suddenly sad. "Logan isn't speaking to me at the moment."

"Oh, right." Rory was quiet for a moment then clapped her hands together. "Well you're going to have to make him listen to you."

-

At the pub a few hours later sat Logan nursing his troubles with a glass of scotch. A drink he seemed to be favouring lately. He signalled to the bartender to bring him another glass even before he finished the one in front of him.

His mind was in turmoil. He couldn't get the picture of Rory, his Rory, his Ace and his best friend, ex best friend. He could imagine what had gone on during the night. There were probably limbs everywhere, sweat, panting, more naked limbs, their hands and mouths touching every single inch of each other's body. It made him sick.

Damn Finn! Logan thought, he knows how much Rory means to me, how much I care and he's off playing house with her. That fucking bastard!

He heard someone slip into the chair across from him. There were only three people who would dare to disturb him while he was in this mood: Colin, Finn and Rory.

"Logan, mate, we need to talk," Finn said softly as not to startle him.

"I have nothing to say to you, Finn."

"Okay, you're entitled but I have several things to say to you."

"I don't want to hear it," Logan said standing up.

Finn grabbed Logan's arm as he walked past his chair and pulled him back to his own seat. "That's too bad. Now, you are going to sit there and listen. Okay?"

Logan didn't say anything. He had his unwavering gaze fixed solely on the table in front of him but he was listening with every fibre of his being even though he was trying to seem like he didn't want to.

"Good," Finn said. "Firstly, I have a distraught girl at home because of you."

"Home!" Logan cried, outraged. "That is not your home and not your girl!"

"She's not yours either. Anyway, Rory needed a roommate Huntz, so did i."

"She seems to have gotten more than a roommate," Logan muttered darkly.

"What is your problem mate?" Finn asked incredulously.

"You're my problem!"

"For Christ's sake Logan I am not with Rory Gilmore!" Finn cried exasperated.

"Then why the hell were you two sharing a bed; a bed in a house you claim is yours?" Logan demanded forcefully.

"Because … well," Finn said uncomfortably as his eyes scanned the room. Colin was supposed to be here for this part.

"Oh, 'because … well,'" Logan said imitating his friend's accent. "What a good explanation."

"She was crying all night, Logan. And it was all your fucking fault!" Finn screamed causing half the pub to turn their way.

"How is it my fault? I didn't do anything to her."

"You mean besides breaking her heart. Oh wait, that wasn't you, you made Honor do that for you!"

Logan leaned back in his chair defeated and drained. Yet he couldn't stop a small ray of happiness enter his heart. Rory and Finn hadn't slept together. He almost had to stop a smile from gracing his face but Finn was on a roll with reminding him how much he had screwed up in the past.

"Then yesterday at the party you flaunted your blonde whore around so every guy knew you and Rory were no more. The poor girl got hit on left and right by drunken college boys. And then you have the balls to beat the shit out of Seth for dancing with her. You have a lot of nerve, Huntzberger."

Finn got up calmly and made his way out of the pub leaving Logan alone at his table.

-

Walking down the street Finn ran into Colin who was on his way to the pub.

"You told him didn't you?" Colin asked though he already knew the answer.

"I more of screamed it at him, actually."

"I'll go do some damage control," Colin sighed.

"Where the hell were you? You were supposed to be there to stop me from yelling!" Finn cried.

"I was with Steph," Colin mumbled.

"I'm sorry you were off getting laid while I was dealing with the blond idiot over there!" Finn all but yelled.

Colin smirked.

-

Rory sat at home watching CNN while avoiding thinking about the whole Logan blowing up at her issue. Deep down she knew he hadn't meant those things but it still hurt to think about.

She reached over to the coffee table and picked up the phone. She dialled her mom's home number.

"Hello?" a male voice answered.

Rory not recognizing the man cautiously asked for her mother.

"Fruit of my loins!" her mother's voice cried dramatically.

"Mom, who answered the phone?" she asked genuinely curious.

"Luke, Duh!"

"Oh, right."

It struck her as odd that soon Luke would be living at home with her mother. Rory knew that they were getting married but she had never actually pictured them actually living in the same house. The only other person Rory could picture living with her mom besides herself was her dad, Christopher.

"So what are you up to, kid?"

"Nothing really. I'm watching CNN," Rory said bracing herself.

"Its Saturday night and your … watching the news?" her mom asked incredulously. "Hun, I know you're hurting but you need to get out and live a little."

"I went out yesterday," Rory protested.

"Where?" it was painfully obvious that her mother didn't believe her.

"At a club Colin rented out. He through a big bask about starting school."

"Wasn't Log–"

"Don't say it."

"–Man there?" her mom finished.

"Smooth."

"Thank you, so … was he?" she asked impatiently.

"Yes."

"Did you talk to him?" her mom asked cautiously and curiously.

"No," Rory said. "He was on a date."

"Oh Ror, I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine," she assured her mom. "I don't want to talk about it though."

"Fair enough."

"Do you think its weird that I only watch CNN because I think Anderson Cooper is dead sexy and not for the world news."

"Not at all," her mom laughed. "That's why I watch it."