Lorelai drove to Stars Hollow in a daze, and entered her house and absently turned on the kitchen light. She reached into the cabinet for the coffee bag, hoping that a cup of coffee might awaken her from the numb state she was in. Instead a post it on the bag was what jolted her. The note was from Luke and said "You weren't here, and you didn't pick up your cell, so I let myself in. I was a jerk today, that's what this day does to me, which is why I never talk to anyone on the Dark Day. I'm so sorry you had to learn that firsthand. Come to the diner tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting with the biggest chocolate chip pancakes you've ever seen. I owe you so big, please accept my apology, Lorelai. Love, Luke."
She seriously contemplated grabbing a knife from the drawer and stabbing herself in the chest, but as she paced from the kitchen to the living room back and forth, she kept spotting pictures of Rory and knew that wasn't an option. She would have to face this, but goddamn reality was starting to set in and the severity of the situation knocked the wind out of her. She ran into the bathroom downstairs and started dry heaving. The thought of telling Luke what had happened tonight literally made her sick with herself. If she didn't come clean with Luke, she knew the guilt alone would kill her.
The drive from her house to the diner was the longest of her entire life. The only time she'd felt more alone was when she was 16 and in labor driving herself to the emergency room. For once, she was glad Rory wasn't here to consult with. She didn't need the added guilt of being the biggest hypocrite in the world thrown in her face right now.
She used her key to get into the diner, and slowly opened the door to Luke's apartment. Luke was snoring, and had his back turned towards Lorelai. All of a sudden she felt like ice and couldn't stop herself from shivering. Ignoring that it was probably nerves, she walked to the bed and lifted the covers to slip in behind to Luke. She rested her chin on his shoulder and put an arm around his. He seemed so large in front of her, like a strong, sturdy mountain, and she felt like the tiniest creature on the planet. Suddenly Luke stopped snoring, and without turning around, whispered hello to Lorelai.
"How'd you know it was me?" Lorelai asked.
"I could smell you in my dream. Chanel no. 5 and coffee. They should bottle the two, I've never smelled something as sweet," Luke said kissing her hand that rested on his arm. "Your hand is cold as ice, Lorelai," he said surprised.
He started to turn over on his side, but Lorelai stopped him. There was no way she could look him in the face when she told him this. She clutched Luke's hand, intertwining her fingers with Luke's.
It seemed to come out in slow motion, but she finally managed to whisper in Luke's ear, "I messed up."
Luke started to say, "Lorelai, you don't have to say anything. I was the one who overreacted, I'm the one who owes you an apology."
Lorelai nearly shouted, "No, you don't!" before she started weeping, burying her face into the back of Luke's neck. "You don't owe me a thing. I owe you the world," she said after taking a deep breath.
Luke knew Lorelai loved him, but it wasn't like her to say something like this to him. He overpowered the grip she had on his body, and asked "What is going on, Lorelai?" He looked her in the eyes, and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Just tell me what's wrong, so I can fix it for you babe. You couldn't have done anything that horrible," he assured her.
"I slept with Christopher."
She'd never seen anyone's eyes get that big. Luke was still holding her face in his hands, his thumbs still wet with her remorse. It probably wasn't possible, but it seemed like neither of them blinked for a full minute. They just sat in bed staring at each other searching for answers to questions that neither wanted to be answered.