AN: I don't know any of Quentin Tarantino's films, so I am going to refrain from really mention other costumes, just Rory's cause I know that one.

Chapter 2-Sharp pointy objects

Rory looked at her self in the mirror. It was weird seeing herself in her old Chilton uniform, but it played the perfect part for her costume. Picking up the plastic mace that she had purchased the previous day, Rory walked to her desk, grabbed her camera and went out to the living room. Walking in front of the couch she held out the camera to Paris. Paris looked at the camera, then at Rory with a raised eyebrow.

"Do I even want to know?"

Rory rolled her eyes, "I'm going to a costume party."

Paris continued giving her odd looks, "And who are you supposed to be?"

Rory looked down at herself, feeling that her costume was pretty obvious, "Go Go"

"Who?"

Now Rory was looking at Paris funny, "Quentin Tarantino"

Paris just shook her head, Rory stared in disbelief.

"Kill Bill!"

"Sorry, not ringing any bells."

Rory gave an exasperated sigh, "Never mind, just take a couple pictures please."

Holding out her hand, Paris stood up, took the camera from Rory, and told her to go stand by the window. Paris took one picture, and just as she was about to take another, she decided that the light was no good there and made Rory move. Rory was standing next to the fridge, her fifth spot, as she noticed the clock.

"Argh! Paris, just take a picture already my date will be here in a couple of minutes and I would like to get a picture with him as well, but it needs to involve much less moving!"

Paris just ignored Rory, telling her to go back to the couch. Rory huffed and stomped over to the couch. Plopping down she smoothed her hair, and Paris yelled at her to hold still. Finally Paris took the picture, and Rory sighed in relief. Going into the washroom Rory fixed her black wig. She came back into the living room just as there was a knocking on the door. Grinning Rory walked as fast as she could to the door without looking like she was hurrying. Pausing for a moment at the door and taking a deep breath Rory casually opened the door. Stepping aside so Finn could enter she discreetly checked him out. She smiled shyly as he looked at her, "Hi."

"Hey, you look good."

"Thanks, so do you. Do you mind if I get a couple pictures of us? My mom insisted"

Finn raised an eyebrow but smiled, "No, that'd be fine"

Walking farther into the room Finn grinned as Rory bounded towards the couch and grabbed her mace, calling Paris' name. Finn stared at the mace for a couple seconds, then at Rory."Is that real?" He asked pointing at the mace.

Rory looked at the mace, then laughed, "No, it does look pretty really though doesn't it? Its just plastic, but the pointy bits are sharp"

Paris came out of her room, and Rory once again gave her the camera. Paris just pointed at the couch. Rory grabbed Finns hand and dragged him to the couch, before pushing him down into a seat and sitting next to him.

Finn looked at Rory, "Note to self," he said, "subject appears to be dominant and controlling"

Rory blushed and lightly smacked his arm.

Finn caught her hand, "she also like to play rough"

Rory laughed and Finn winked at her, Paris took a picture. Finn smiled and watched Rory as she laughed. As she stopped Paris told the two of them to stand up and she took another picture. Setting Rory's camera on the table, Paris wished her a goodnight, nodded to Finn and returned to her room. Finn stared at her retreating back with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, she is certainly, ah, interesting." He commented.

Rory snorted in laughter, "She is probably the most controlling person I know, more so than my Grandma."

Finn laughed, "She is a woman of very few words though."

"Till she gets started on a rant, that is"

"Ah yes, isn't that always how it goes?" Offering his arm out to Rory, Finn waited as she called goodnight to Paris, then linked her arm with his. Smiling at her Finn lead through the hallways of Yale, to Roberts dorm.

Upon entering the dorm room, Finn immediately grabbed two shooters. Handing one to Rory, he downed the other. Rory declined the offer, saying she was going to try and stay sober for an hour. Finn shrugged, "To each his own" and downed hers as well. The two chatted with various people and danced a couple times. After almost an hour Finn asked Rory if she would like a drink, and she decided to give in. As Finn went to get them something she looked around and saw Logan talking with some girl in a white dress, covered in 'blood'. Noticing Logan glance in her direction she offered a small nod in greeting. He looked surprised but smiled in return. He turned his head back to his date and she turned to find hers. Finding Finn right behind her she jumped. Finn grinned and handed her a drink.

"Christ! Don't do that"

Finn looked at her funny, then glanced around him, seeing no one he turned his attention back to her.

"Um, sorry," he said with a raised eyebrow, "I think you have the wrong guy. I'm Finn, F-I-N-N, not Christ"

Rory giggled and swatted his shoulder, Finn once again caught her hand. This time bringing it to her lips and kissing it. Rory blushed. Allowing her hand to fall back to her side, they both took sips of their drinks. Chatting with various people they finished their drinks and went in for another dance.

Several hours later, Rory and Finn stumbled out of the room and clumsily walked across campus to Rory's dorm. Both of them had had quite a few drinks and were currently laughing at everything they could think of. Upon reaching her dorm , Rory fumbled with the key in the lock for a couple seconds. Finally getting the key in she exclaimed happily and turned to Finn with a large smile on her face.

"I did it!"

He laughed at her, "Congratulations."

She turned the key and he put a hand on her arm, she looked up at him.

"Rory?"

"Yea?"

"Go out with me tomorrow?"

"Yea."

"I'll call you"

"Okay," she turned the doorknob.

"Rory?"

"Yea?"

"You're very repetitive tonight."

Rory giggled and slumped against the door, causing it to swing open and her fall. Landing on the floor with a thud, she continued laughing. Finn snickered and helped her up.

"G'night love"

"Goodnight Finn."

Finn kissed her cheek, then stumbled away to his dorm. Raising her hand to her cheek, Rory stumbled dazedly to her bed. Kicking off her shoes, she sighed happily and flopped into her bed, falling asleep almost instantly.