Gilmore Girls
These Things I Know
A/N: Lol. Now telling you whether or not it's going to be a Rogan or a Narco (if we're still calling it that) is silly. By the way, how do we get Sophie for Rory/Logan? However, I hate Dean…. And I have been in love with the idea of Rory and Logan from the very beginning. Happy reading! Genevra.
Summary: You might finally have what you thought you always wanted but the truth is this- you don't know what you've got 'til its gone.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.
Chapter Three: Telling
Rory woke up and rolled over. It was dark outside and she felt numb. She stood up and rubbed her eyes before changing into track pants and a tank top and making her way to the kitchen. A plate of food sat in the microwave. Rory smiled and heated it up while she made herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the small four-seater table and smiled. It reminded her of her childhood.
She quickly ate the meal and drank the coffee. She began to walk back down the hall to Dean's room. She saw a picture of the two of them on the way. One from back when they were sixteen, in love and happy. She was suddenly overwhelmed with an urge of passion. She walked into the room and crawled onto the bed.
"Dean," she whispered, waking him. They looked into each other's eyes and she smiled before kissing him hard.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Just because," she said, moving in for more.
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"Rory," Dean said, shaking her gently. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheet over her naked body. "Rory, you want some breakfast?"
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It's nearly nine," he said, picking up the nearest shirt and pair of pants and putting them.
"Shoot," she said, jumping out of bed and wrapping the sheet around herself. She walked down the hallway to the spare room where her suitcases still sat. "I'm supposed to meet Mum at nine-thirty at Luke's."
"Why?" he asked. He stayed in the doorway and watched her rummage through the suitcases. "You know, if you unpacked this would he a whole lot easier."
"I know," she said, cutting him off. "I haven't told Mum about you and me yet."
"Oh," he said.
"She's going to be upset," Rory said, looking up at him. "She was never a massive Logan fan but she was always more of a Logan fan than an adulteress fan."
"Hey," he said, going over and touching her arm lightly. "It's going to be okay. Lorelai will still love you."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Rory admitted, leaning into Dean. "It's the fork that you're going to be pulling out of my eye that I'm worried about."
"It'll be fine," he said, kissing the top of her head. He pulled away. "I'll make you a coffee to go."
"Thank you," she called, pulling out a pair of jeans and a peasant top. Chloe, of course.
She grabbed her latest handbag and shoved her feet into a pair of brown suede boots. She leant down to zip them up and when she had risen, Dean stood with the promised cup in his hands.
"Thanks," she said, kissing him. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
They kissed again and she left quickly. She rummaged through her bag to find her cell-phone but it wasn't there so she ran back into the house.
"Back so soon?" Dean called from the kitchen.
"Cell-phone," she yelled. She located it in the mess on the floor and shoved it in her bag. "Bye."
"Bye," he yelled back.
She hopped into Dean's pick-up, her own barely driven car having not been delivered yet, and started it. She held the phone up to her ear as she drove the familiar stretch between Dean's and Luke's. There were a bunch of messages from newspaper associates telling her they hoped the situation at home was okay and that Rory would be back as soon as possible. Rory felt grateful for Logan for taking over. She hadn't thought about those things before she'd left. Finally, she got to the message she was waiting for.
"Ror, it's me. I promoted Anna and she's already made a start on the stories. I think you made a good choice. Thanks. I'm sorry about before. I'm holding up okay. I hope you're doing fine and you're taking care of yourself. I love… I love you, Rory. I shouldn't have said it but I do. Bye."
Tears pricked her eyes and she dialed his mobile number.
"Thank you," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Taking care of my disappearance. I didn't even think about it," she said. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," he said.
"Anyway, I just wanted to call and say thanks," she said. "And I love you too."
"I'm sure," he said, his voice blank. "You'd better go back to your lover."
"Yeah," she said. "Sure."
"Bye, Ace."
"Bye, Logan."
She pulled up to the diner and hopped out, pulling her coat on. She picked her handbag up off the passenger seat and made her way into the diner.
"Hey, sweetie," Lorelai said, leaning over to kiss her daughter's cheek.
"Hey, Mum," she said. "Hey, Luke."
Luke raised his hand in greeting before turning back to his order.
"So, Rory, Mr. Valentino called the house again and left yet another message," Lorelai teased. "He wants to know when he's getting his red chinchilla back."
"I don't have the red one, I have the cream one," Rory said, in all seriousness. "And he knows when he's getting back."
"Ok, so I was joking," Lorelai said. "But you're friends with Valentino. That's good. But seriously, kiddo, a chinchilla? Don't you think that's a little 'The Devil Wears Prada?'"
"I guess I never really thought about," Rory shrugged. She looked down in her bag and realized her cell phone was missing. "Mum, I've just got to go get my phone from the car."
"Okay, sweetie, but hurry. I want to know what you can do to get me some Valentino," Lorelai said.
"I bought you a red Valentino dress for your birthday," Rory said, mockingly furrowing her brow and tutting.
"And I love it but Mummy wants more," Lorelai said as Rory left the shop. She watched in shock as Rory went to Dean's car, unlocked it and found her phone. She walked back into the shop.
"Quick enough?" she asked, taking a seat.
"Umm, Rory?" Lorelai started as Luke served them coffee and food. "Is that Dean's car?"
"Yes," Rory said, her voice low. She looked away from her mother and concentrated on a spot on the floor.
"Why are you in Dean's car?" Lorelai asked, her voice measured.
"I left Logan," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"You what?" Lorelai asked, her face emotionless and her voice quiet.
"Not last night but the night before," Rory admitted, looking down. "For Dean."
"Oh, Rory," Lorelai said, shaking her head. "I can't believe it. I can't believe you. I thought that you would have been over Dean by now. He's not good for you. He never has been. And as for Logan, he's your husband. You've broken the poor guy's heart. He doesn't deserve that."
"I know," Rory said. "And I'm sorry for it but it isn't easy for me either."
"Oh, it doesn't get to be easy for you," Lorelai shot back. "You're the one who chose to do this. You don't get to be upset. It doesn't get to be easy for you."
"I know," Rory shot back, her voice slightly raised. "Okay, Mum, I get it. I'm the bitch. I'm the one who chose to leave but… it just sucks."
"Can I ask why you left?" Lorelai asked.
"I don't love Logan anymore," she mumbled, looking away again. Lorelai inhaled and held her breath.
"You know that's not true," Lorelai said.
"It is," Rory exclaimed. "It's true. I don't love him anymore. I love Dean. I've always loved Dean."
"You haven't loved Dean since you were sixteen," Lorelai said. "When you were together three years ago, it was just for the sex and so he could get out of his marriage. I don't know what it is about him that keeps drawing you back but don't love him. You haven't loved anyone but Logan since you met him."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Rory seethed quietly.
"Oh, don't I?" Lorelai huffed. "You're my daughter. I know you better than anyone. You haven't even mentioned Dean in years. It's been all Logan, Logan, Logan. Trust me. You're never going to be over him."
"I know I'm not over him," Rory said. "But I'm with Dean now so tell me now whether you can accept it or not because if you can't, I'll walk out and I won't come back."
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Lorelai asked, her face falling. She looked like she was going to cry.
"Yeah, I am," Rory said. "So what's it going to be?"
"I'm not thrilled," Lorelai sighed. "In fact, I hate this and I think you're being an idiot but you're my daughter and I love you and I cant live without you."
"Fine," Rory said, picking up her coffee. "That's good. I can live with that."
"Can you?" Lorelai sniffed. "Well, I'm glad. So, why did you leave him?"
"Didn't we decide to drop it?" Rory asked, slamming her cup down.
"Not until you tell me the truth," Lorelai said, her voice unnaturally quiet.
"I don't know why I left him," Rory finally admitted. "It just seemed like the right thing to do."
"How can leaving your husband be the right thing to do?" Lorelai snapped, her eyes automatically resting on her own husband of three years. "If you actually loved Dean, I might be better able to understand but this, I cant. I mean, for starters, you and Dean are so different now. You've lived in a mansion and you own brand name luggage and you get driven around. He's from a very small town and he owns not one item of brand name clothing."
"It's not material," Rory said.
"It will be," Lorelai said. "You're idiot if you think won't be."
"Dean isn't after my money," Rory snapped.
"I know he's not," Lorelai admitted. "But babe, remember why he dumped you in the first place? Because he didn't fit in. You're going to have to change your whole lifestyle and I really don't think you can."
"Can we just drop it please?" Rory asked. "I can't do this anymore."
"Oh, Rory. What have you done?" Lorelai asked. "You didn't think about this at all."
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"Rory?" Dean called as he entered the house. She exited the kitchen wearing a skirt and heels and he frowned.
"Hey," she said, coming over to kiss him hello. "You're home."
"Yeah, I'm home," he said, looking at her. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"I'm not dressed up," she said. "This is what I always wear."
"Oh," he said quietly. He put his tools in their cabinet in the hallway and walked into the bedroom to get changed. "Whatever happened to trackies and a tank top for around the house?"
"I live in a mansion," she explained, walking in and sitting on the bed. She watched the muscles of his tanned chest ripple as he pulled on an old battered pair of jeans. "My husband-"
"Husband?" Dean interrupted.
"My husband," Rory continued. "Runs five large newspapers and I write for everyone of them under the pseudonym LL Danes. I have very little time to just walk around the house and when I do, this is what I wear."
"You've changed," he said simply.
"Yeah," she replied, chewing her lip. "I have."
"How was your mum?" he asked, changing the subject. He sat down on the bed next to her and she turned to him.
"She was okay," she replied. "Shocked at first and angry but she came around."
"Good. That's good," he said. He leant over and kissed her but she pulled away.
"I just whitened my teeth," she said, standing up. She left the room quickly and he followed her to the kitchen sink. She immersed her hands in the sudsy water and furiously scrubbed at a pot.
"What's wrong?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her neck softly.
"Nothing," she said quietly. She turned to him and put her wet hands on his chest. "Try again."
He leant down again and this time, she let him kiss her but he knew. Her heart wasn't all in it.
