As I write the last sentence of my long answer, I notice my purse buzzing slightly on the floor. I narrow my eyes at it. She wouldn't have. I told her I'd take off if she did! I grab the purse, and walk to the front of the room. As I hand in the paper, my professor smiles. "I admire your concentration Miss Gilmore." He offers.

I shrug. "Thank you. Why is that?"

He nods at my purse. "Your purse has been buzzing across the floor the entire hour. You only just noticed it."

I smile as lightly as I can. "My mother is getting married on Saturday. She's starting to panic." I confess, and shake my head a bit. "Actually, I was wondering: would I be able to get a set of your lecture notes for the rest of the week? That way I wouldn't have to worry about disrupting class, and could just go home to help her with the details."

He nods, taking a paper from another student. "Of course."

I hand him one of the business cards Finn had made up for me as a joke. "My boyfriend made these up for me a few months back as a gag Christmas gift." I admit as his eyes widen. "It's a play on what one of our friends likes to call me. He did, however, get the email address right."

He nods. "Have a good week Miss Gilmore."

I smile. "I will." I turn towards the door, and pull out my phone. Twelve? Twelve calls? How can she possibly have called me twelve times in an hour? I sigh, and glance up as I step out of the room, spying Finn across the hall. "Hey you." I move across to him, and touch my lips to his softly. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles. "Two things. First, how was your mid-term?"

"Good. Not too hard, but not so easy that I'm worried he'll have to curve it."

He nods. "I'm glad. Second: you told your mother to call me?"

I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. "How can she possibly have had time to call you? I have twelve new voice mails on my phone."

"To be fair, she only called me three times."

"Three times too many, twelve times too many. I told her not to call me, and she did. All I asked was for the rest of today." I sigh. "Do you have any mid-terms left?"

"No. I have a paper that I should actually hand in next week."

"How close are you to being done?"

"Relatively, and it's not due until Thursday. I got an extension for the wedding."

I nod into his chest. "Can you arrange a 24-hour assistant for my mom?"

"Why would I subject anyone to that?"

"Because I'm going to spend the next hour re-arranging all of my mid-terms so that you can take me away from this insanity."

He pushes me back slightly and I see his eyes light up. "Really?"

I shrug. "I told Luke that if she called me again today before I got to Stars Hollow I was taking off until the rehearsal on Friday."

"You're letting me take you away in the middle of mid-terms, right before your mum's wedding?" he asks incredulously.

"She's making me buggy." I admit, leaning in to fuse my lips to his. "Are you complaining?" I ask as I pull away.

I feel his hands on my cheeks as his lips meet mine again briefly. "Never. I suppose you'll want to stay in the States to avoid customs issues?"

I bite my lip. "We probably should. And on the continent too."

"So not Hawaii?"

"As amazing and relaxing as it would be, I don't want to risk putting an ocean between us and the wedding." I admit.

"Meet me at my dorm when you're ready to go. I'll take care of telling your mum."

I smile. "Should I pack?"

"Love, you're letting me spirit you away in the middle of mid-terms. This is a momentous occasion. I'll take you shopping."