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Note: Okay, first I really have to bow down to ya'll. The reviews were AWESOME! I smile at everyone I read...They are so thoughtful! I just love each and everyone! My OTH fic isn't getting many reviews and that makes me sad :(m, but I still love writing it! So if you're a OTH, check it out! Second, I wanted to say to all you "A Cinderella Story" fans or maybe just Chad/Hilaryfans, I have posted a new story, called "Princeton Perfect" about what happens at Princeton! So check it out if you have time and leave me a review! I want to know if I should keep going... Third, I have driver's ed all this week from 8 until 2 so the updates might not come in as quick as I would like but I promise I will try my very very best, and fourth, I have finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (it was SO GOOD! My favorite of the series although very sad...If you haven't given the HP books a try you really should give them a go! I didn't start reading them until the 4th book came out!) Here is the next update as promised, it might be a little short, sorry I am very tired because I have so much going on! Driver's ed, volunteering at Animal Aid, updating, summer reading...Not that ya'll care:) Oh and someone asked me if this was a Literarie (I doubt I spelt that right) or a Trory, and I am embarrassed to say that I don't know what a Literarie is blush Sorry I'm new! I know that it is a Trory but besides that idk...Okay wow, I'm still talking, sorry to bore ya'll...here is the next chapter...Oh wait one more thing, to whoever sent me these reviews, the color of the dress was described in the chpt before the dance and thanks for the great song, I will try and fit it in...okay, next chpt I promise...

"Are you okay?" Rory quickly lifted her head at the sound of Tristan's voice. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and black eyeliner was streaked down her face.

"You're not supposed to be in here." Her voice came out in a soft whisper, and Tristan shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, everyone else has left already. I waited outside for you, to bring you home, but you never came out. They were about to lock the doors." Tristan shot her a concerned look. Rory hadn't left the bathroom all night.

Rory stared at him blankly. She was trying to process the motive behind his actions.

"Why are you being so nice?" Rory's eyes searched his face for an alternative motive, but if there was one he wasn't letting it slip.

A tiny smile, not smirk she noticed, formed on his tired face. "Well, I feel so bad! Every time I'm talk to you, you loose a boyfriend..." This made Rory smile in spite of herself. She had to admit, he was right.

Rory stuck out both her hands to him, a signal for him to pull her to her feet. "You really don't mind driving me home?"

"Not at all, I mean, but you will owe me one..." Rory playfully smacked his shoulder with her right hand, which caused her to notice that her left hand was still resting in Tristan's.

She quickly pulled it away, trying to avoid an awkward moment. Tristan's heart sunk at this. "What were you thinking DuGrey? She's just had her heart broken and your trying to move in?" Looking over at her to make sure he hadn't made her uncomfortable, his heart stopped beating for the second time that night.

Her hair had now fallen and her makeup was smeared, but she had never been more beautiful. The wind had brightened her cheeks to a deep rose color now and her eyes were shining brilliantly in the moonlight even though they were still wet with tears. The black eyeliner that had made it's way across her face even managed to look as if it had been placed there purposely, as it trailed down her face like a vine. Her dress fluttered as she walked. When a gust of wind blew by, it would fill the skirt and raise it up like a ballerina. Tristan could watch this occurrence all night.

Rory studied Tristan as he helped her into the car. He looked tired, but yet excited at the same time. His hair was slightly frazzled, which was odd for Tristan who always seemed to look perfect. As he leaned across her to place his coat in the back seat, she took in his sent. She couldn't quite place it though. He smelled different then he did while they were dancing. In the ballroom, he had smelt like a cologne, strong and masculine. You know, that alpha male type. But now, with the fresh air and the hours since he had put it on, he smelled different. Like, spring? No...Rory searched her brain for an answer but none came.

Giving up on the smell, she closed her eyes and placed her cheek against the cool glass, trying to figure out when things had gotten so complicated.

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"Rory?" Rory rolled over, groaning at the light that was shining through the window. Wait, where was she? Opening her eyes she slowly recognized her sheets, then her room, then her mom.

"Rory, it's twelve in the afternoon..." Rory slowly started to remember the occurrences of last night and let out another loud groan.

"Tristan told me what happened when he dropped you off here last night...poor boy had to go to a couple of houses before Babette pointed him here. He didn't want to wake you..." Lorelai smiled and let Rory soak in the new information.

"So, you know?" Rory squinted her eyes, as if she had a major headache. Lorelai responded with a hug.

"Are you going to try and talk to Jess? That is if he is still alive now that Luke knows..." Lorelai trailed off into the story about how Luke had found out but Rory wasn't listening.

What had Jess been talking about last night? What did he mean by "I stayed for you?" Why had she been so infatuated with the way Tristan DuGrey smelled? Rory's mind threw about one hundred different questions at her all at once.

Standing up she noticed that she was still in her dress. "Um, I'm just going to change and then I'll go find Jess..." She walked into her bathroom before her mom could protest. Lorelai didn't think that Rory should go after Jess so soon, but this was Rory's decision and she wasn't going to try and make it for her. She just hoped that everything between them worked out...But what about Tristan. Lorelai had never seen a boy so worried about Rory before. Her thoughts flashed back to the previous night.

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Ding-Dong. Lorelai rushed to the door. She had been waiting on Rory all night. Flinging it open she yelled "Princess!" Only to find a shocked Luke standing in front of her.

"Is that my new nickname?" Luke placed his coat on the coat rack and handed Lorelai a cup of steaming coffee. She smiled and batted her eyes, "Only if you want it to be...Princess..."

Luke shook his head in defeat and sat down at the kitchen table. "Jess and Rory haven't come home yet have they?" Luke's voice had grown more serious with this statement.

Lorelai shrugged and pointed to Rory's closed door, "They said something about trying out some new moves? Do they mean dance moves? They weren't specific..." Lorelai laughed as Luke pounced on the door, almost ripping off the handle.

A red faced Luke searched the room to find it empty. "Lorelai Gilmore! I am so going to..." Ding Dong.

Lorelai jumped in excitement. "Yay, finally!" Running to the door before Luke could process what was happening, Lorelai flung open the door.

"Wha?" Standing in the doorway was a tall, amazingly handsome blond teenager. But that wasn't the most shocking thing, Rory was fast asleep in his arms.

Lorelai quickly motioned him into the living room, where a confused Luke was standing. Tristan slowly put Rory down on the couch and covered her with a blanket that had been laying on the floor. When he looked up, the woman who had let him in was starring at him questionably and the man who had been in the living room was glaring at him.

"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore, I'm Tristan DuGrey." He held out his hand but no one grabbed it.

"I'm Lorelai, I never go by Mrs. Gilmore, and this, is Luke, Jess's uncle. Now explain Bible Boy."

Ignoring the strange nickname, Tristan's eyes automatically turned dark at Jess's name, but he thought it best that he explain without upsetting the scary man, Luke, behind Lorelai.

"Well, I was at the dance with Rory and I asked her to dance and then the next thing you know Jess was running out of the ballroom..." he paused trying to remember exactly what had been said, "Rory chased after him but when she caught up to him he didn't want to talk to her." He didn't know if it was wise to continue since Luke was now breathing rather heavily. But Lorelai nodded him on.

"He said something about how Rory acted around me and something about how he had stayed here for her...then he just yelled that love wasn't real and walked out." Tristan slowly watched Luke turn redder and redder.

"Sir, I promise we were just dancing..." Lorelai put up her hand to stop him, "He is not mad at you, he's mad at Jess." Tristan felt relief flood over him for a small second.

"I.Am.Going.To.Kill.Him. I told him if he ever hurt Rory!" Luke stormed out the door, leaving a dead silence.

Lorelai waved Tristan into the kitchen and offered him the coffee Luke had brought her. Smiling thankfully, Tristan sipped the warm coffee. Noticing the clock however, he thought it best that he get going.

"I'm just going to go..Tell Rory I'll see her Monday...But if she needs anything, anything at all before then, tell her to call right away." His face was sincere and Lorelai wondered why Rory had thought him to be so evil.

"Tristan, have you told her?" Tristan stopped dead in his tracks.

"Told her what?" Tristan sounded extremely nervous and uncomfortable.

Lorelai raised her eyebrows at him, which conveyed the message of "You know what."

Dropping his head he sighed. "She wouldn't believe me. And even if she did, I'm not risking our friendship, it's taken too long to build."

Lorelai nodded and patted his arm as he stepped out the door. But before he left, she had one last thing to say,

"Well, whatever you think. But you know, I once heard if you shoot for nothing, you will hit it every time."

Shutting the door she smiled, somehow she knew he would fight for Rory, and that's what she knew Rory needed. Someone to fight for her, not to make her fight for him, leaving her battered and alone.

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"I'm going to go over to Luke's.." Rory had come out of the bathroom and was now tightly hugging her mom.

"All right hunny! Good luck I guess?" Nodding Rory grabbed her jacket and left Lorelai to her thoughts.

Lorelai watched as Rory walked down the sidewalk toward Luke's. What battle scars she would return with, Lorelai didn't know. But she hoped, she prayed, that they weren't too deep to be healed.

a/n: Okay! There ya go! The WWW from now on will represent flashbacks...Hopefully I will have a larger chpt up by Friday! Love ya'll!...