Okay, so I've been writting this fic for way too long. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but now it's like twenty-three pages, I have writer's block, and I'm craving reviews. So I decided to post it in chapter afterall.

Lorelai's going to Luke's to help pick out paint samples for his place.

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She walked into the diner with a slight jaunt in her step, a bag of paint samples and magazine clippings, a smile, and the remembrance of a dream she had last night.

"You know you'd like it." she had said, grinning.

"Bright pink, neon green, and a mural of Bono?" he had asked dumfounded.

She had nodded as though it was the most obvious think in the world.

"You're insane."

"Just for you, Baby."

"No, you're always insane."

"This is true," she had agreed.

He sighed. "We're never gonna get anything done."

"I know something we can get done pretty easily."

"What?" He seemed confused.

"Me."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be pretty hard."

"I think it already is."

Then they had started kissing. He lifted her onto the counter, and the world melted away as the magazine clippings and paint samples were pushed off the side of the counter.

Okay, yes, this dream was more unrealistic than the one she had had in which bunnies ruled the universe or the one her mother was queen of lollipops, and Care Bears, and peace, and love, and all things good, but it was less believable than Tom Cruise turning out to be leader of the Crab People and Hilary and Haley Duff's actual, biological father, which screwed things up a little cause Hilary and Tom were having an affair behind Katie's back. She had always hated that dream with a passion.

Last night's dream's dialogue was worse than porn from the 70's, and the fact that they had had sex on the diner's counter? How disturbed am I? It's surrounded by windows, and I bet it's not very comfortable in real life, or safe.

The dream was still incredibly awesome, even just thinking about it, even if she'd barely admit it to herself.

She was stirred from her dirtiness- to a certain extent- when she heard Luke greet her with his, "Hey, Lorelai."

"Hey. Ready?"

He sighed. "Never will be."

"That's a yes."

"Let's just get this over with."

"What? You don't like spending time with your junkie?"

"I love spending time with you, Lorelai, but I'm never going to love painting."

She hadn't really seen that answer coming. He loved spending time with her? Since when? Why'd they argue so much when they were around each other? Oh well, he'd said he loved it. I guess he wouldn't lie. "Oh, I think I can get you to love painting."

"And how will you do this?"

She grinned. "It's like training a dog."

He feigned offence, hiding his true expression of amusement. "You don't know how to train a dog."

"I read."

"Oh, sure."

"You have to associate things you want it to do with things it likes to do. Now what do you like to do? I bet you like beer." She took the beer from behind her back and set it on the counter. "And I bet you like baseball. I'll watch baseball with you afterward, since all of a sudden, you love spending time with me."

He was blank, confused.

He was silent as he tried to figure out what she was thinking. How could she not know I liked doing stuff with her? It's always been like that. Doesn't she like doing stuff with me too? Why else would she be doing this?

He's still silent, so she mentions a third option. "Sex is always good too. We could sleep together after we pick out the colors." She did a flirtatious little pose and watched his reaction, nearly cringing. She really didn't know what to expect. She didn't even know why she'd said it, or where it'd come from. Then again Duh, you were just think about sex with him on the counter.

His eyebrows furrowed. Okay, now he was completely shocked. Where did that come from!

He took a few uneven breaths as he tried to ask what on Earth she was thinking.

"Relax, Luke. I was just kidding. Though, I didn't think I'd have to explain."

"You didn't. I knew you were kidding."

That sounded oddly unbelievable.

"...Uh, okay. You can take a beer, you know?"

"Oh, sure, thanks." He took one, and twisted the top off. Ugh, there's beer; there's Lorelai; there's already been an extremely inappropriate joke fly out of her mouth... I guess I'll get rid of the costumers still here. I don't think they'd want that kind of dinner theatre as much a Miss Patty would. He set down the beer and headed to their table. "Lemme wrap this up for you."

Lorelai asked quickly, "Are you gonna close up? Cause you don't have to... unless I'm actually that annoying."

"You are actually that annoying, but that's not why I'm gonna close up."

"Why are you then?"

"For one," he starts putting the burger and fries in a to-go container, "this is about when I usually close up anyway, and two, I think it'll be easier to work with you without anyone else around."

She pretended to fan herself. "'Work with me,' huh? I'd love to see that," she stressed raising her eyebrows.

He sighed. This is gonna be a long night.

Hope you liked the first chapter!

I'll probably update tomorrow, cause I already have a lot of it written.

If you don't review, I won't update, so review!