Luke POV

"Morning, Dad," Rory greeted me, walking out of the bathroom. Her hair was a little damp, but she was dressed in her full school uniform. It looked good on her and made her look smart.

"You look good," I told her simply, putting a bowl down in front of her before pouring her a cup of coffee.

She wrinkled her nose at the food, "It looks like mush. Where's Mom?"

"Your mother is in the shower, and it tastes better than it looks. Eat it, you need your strength," I told her, picking up my own bowl.

Lorelai came down the stairs a few moments later, all dressed up. She was in that blue suit that I liked, and she stopped in the doorway, "You look great."

Rory grinned at her mother and resumed eating, enjoying the so-called mush. Lorelai kissed me on the cheek and then poured herself a cup of coffee. When she joined us at the table, she said, "That looks disgusting."

"I said that but it's pretty good," Rory told me, and I smiled.

I offered her a bite, which she took before screwing up her nose, "What you trying to do, poison me? That's healthy!"

"It's either poisonous or healthy, which is it?" I pointed out, finishing off my breakfast. She grumbled but didn't say another word, savouring her coffee. As she drained the last drop, it was time to go.

"Okay, so the headmaster's office is in the Ambroise building. Where is the Ambroise building?" Lorelai muttered, looking around. I looked for a sign, but apparently, Chilton doesn't do signs.

"Lost?" A voice asked from behind us, almost teasingly. We turned around and saw a man who was looking at Lorelai like a piece of meat. I slipped my hand into hers, wanting to send a subtle message.

"We're looking for the headmaster's office in the Ambroise building," Lorelai told him, and he smiled.

"Go through this doorway, down the stairs, make a left and the headmaster's office is at the end of the hall," He told us, his eyes solely on Lorelai.

"Thanks," She told him, "I'm Lorelai. This is my husband, Luke, and our daughter, Rory."

"I'm Ian. See you around, Lorelai," He said, practically running the moment he took a look at me.

She started giggling, "Why do they even bother? You're standing right there."

"I don't know," I told her honestly, "Come on, let's go."

We followed the directions given and hesitated just outside the door. We all took a deep breath and then stepped through the door. I took the lead since I knew what Lorelai was like, and spoke.

"Excuse me?" I asked, and the secretary suddenly looked up, "My daughter, Lorelai Gilmore-Danes, is starting here today, we call her Rory. We were told to come here to speak to the headmaster."

"One moment," She said, walking into the adjoining room. The girls started giggling to themselves as Lorelai made a comment, causing me to roll my eyes. The secretary reappeared, "The headmaster will see you now."

We walked into the room, and I immediately clocked Emily in the corner. The headmaster walked up to us, "Mr and Mrs Gilmore-Danes, I'm Headmaster Charleston."

He looked over Rory as he greeted us, his eyes freezing on her scar for a very brief moment.

"It's nice to meet you," Lorelai said, spotting her mother, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"I came to wish my granddaughter luck on her first day of school," She said, standing and walking to Rory, "Rory, you look wonderful in that uniform."

"Thanks, Grandma," She said, blushing bright red.

"You didn't need to drive out here to do that, Mom," Lorelai pointed out, but Emily smiled.

"This gave me a chance to make sure that Hanlin here takes good care of Rory."

The conversation then focused on how they knew each other, and then we sat down, with Emily starting, "Rory has a 4.0-grade point average. This is a very special girl; I hope you'll take care of her."

"She doesn't need taking care of, Emily," I pointed out, "She is incredibly special, and part of that is the fact she's extremely independent and doesn't need looking after."

She looked at me curiously for a moment and then smiled, "You're right, Luke. I don't think we should take up any more of your precious time. It was lovely to see you. Give Bitty our love."

She kissed the headmaster's cheek, and then turned to Rory, "Have a wonderful day, I can't wait to hear all about your first day on Friday."

I squeezed Rory's shoulder before following Emily out, "Knock 'em dead."

The moment we were out of the office, the girls started arguing about why Emily was here. I decided to stay silent on the matter, knowing it would only make matters worse. I hated that she had done that, but she probably didn't do any harm like she has done in the past. We finally got away and I drove her home before hitting the diner.

Lorelai turned up at quarter to 2, telling me about her mother trying to buy her everything Rory could have with the Chilton label and about the fact they're planning on getting her a car for her birthday.

"No way. Not happening," I told her sternly, and she laughed.

"Yeah, I know. I said that, but I'm not totally convinced that they'll listen," She told me tiredly, "Am I dropping her off with you?"

"Yes," I told her, "You get her on the way home, I want to hear all about her day from her."

She laughed, "Okay, love you."

Rory walked in, sat down at the counter and rested her head in her arms. Lorelai followed, carrying Rory's bag, tilting from the weight. She dropped the bag beside Rory and sat down on the stool, "She needs coffee in an IV."

I laughed, "Don't you have to go back to work for a bit?"

"Yes, but I don't want to," She told me standing up. She walked over to me, kissed me, and said, "Keep an eye on her. She's exhausted."

I nodded and gave her a little push. She glared at me but left, and I walked over to Rory, "How was your day?"

She launched into a long explanation about how a girl called Paris already has it out for her and the boys call her Mary, which is apparently a reference to the Virgin Mary (what happened to this school being advanced?) and how everyone, including her teachers, stared at the scar on her head all day but refused to ask the question they all wanted to know.

While the scar was nowhere near as obvious as it was 5 years ago, she had an obvious bald patch that ran along her scar, which made the whole thing much more obvious, especially since the scar started a centimetre before her hairline begun.

When she finished, she pulled out a giant folder and told me that they were apparently brief notes and she needed to borrow more in-depth notes from students. In response, I swore, making her laugh.

"I need to study," She told me, sliding off the stood and dragging her bag to her table in the corner, "Can you bring me a gigantic cup of coffee and chilli fries, please?"

"Of course. Was it a good first day, even though it was long and frustrating?" I asked.

She smiled, "It was still a good day, just hard."

"Good. I'm glad."

AN: I just realised that I wrote all of my authors notes for this as I wrote the story, so I now have no idea what I was on about half the time. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review.