Author Note: Someone asked me how to pronounce 'Cheyenne', and here is the pronunciation: Shay-Anne. And if you also need help pronouncing 'Chey'; it's just Shay. Is that helpful?

Anyhow, new chapter; read and review.

---Gilmore Girls---

Chapter Six: Glacial Reactions

---Gilmore Girls---

I saw it on your keyboard

And you saw it in my eyes

I didn't mean to scare you

You just seem really nice

And when i read it on your keyboard

I knew at least i might just have a chance

---Gilmore Girls---

"Do you want a coffee or anything?" he asked her, sitting up in her bed, and scratching the back of his neck.

She sighed, and rolled onto her back, her eyes still closed, and tired. "You silly, silly boy. Of course I want coffee," she smiled at him, her eyes still remaining sealed closed, "All you have to do is flip the switch on."

"I'm guessing I'm going to make it then?"

"You guessed right, mister." She smiled slightly, before opening her eyes, and peering up at him. "Please." She added as an afterthought.

"You'll be the death of me," he told her, leaning over and picking his boxers up off of the floor, and pulling them on.

"Ditto, buck-o."

She watched him leave her bedroom, her eyes drinking in the image of his bare back. She pulled her pillow over her head, and let out a muffled groan of frustration.

How she'd been roped, if not fell, willingly into the pit of despair she was currently residing in, was beside her. In the back of her mind, where the most rational of thoughts occurred, she knew it was wrong to be sleeping with Tristan while she was so palpably still in love with Logan. She knew it, her mother knew it. Her grandparents knew it, and she knew, in the back of her mind, that even Tristan knew it.

She was vulnerable, and as much as she tried to believe that she wasn't, it was obvious. It was marred on her features when someone, or something reminded her of Logan.

"One hot, steaming fresh cup of coffee at your disposal," Tristan said, bounding lightly into the room. Rory pulled her pillow off of her face, and set it on the bed as she sat up. She reached out for the coffee, and grinned when he handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said, taking a sip of coffee. "So, what are you up to today?"

"I have a class at one," he told her, his eyes quickly scanning the room for a clock. His gaze landed on the wall clock beside her door; eleven twenty one A.M. "And I should probably get going."

"Yeah," she agreed, setting her cup on the nightstand, "I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah," he nodded, pulling his jeans on, and then his shirt, "Do you know where my shoes are?"

"Under my shirt," she told him, watching as he bent down and uncovered his shoes.

He slipped his feet into them, and leaned over, pressing a light kiss to the corner of her mouth, "I'll see you soon," he bid her, standing and walking out her door, "Later."

"Later."

---Gilmore Girls---

"Rory! I'm home!" Cheyenne called, peering his head into the common room of Rory's dorm, "Ror?"

"I'm in the bathroom!"

Cheyenne shrugged, and walked fully into her suite, closing the door behind him. "Is lover boy gone?"

"Uh huh," she said, rubbing her hair dry with a purple, cotton towel. "What've you been up to?"

"I went over Alexander's, and played hide and seek with him," he told her, winking. He placed himself comfortably on the couch, his arms resting against the back of it, "So – I didn't know you knew Tristan."

"High School."

"Chilton?"

"I hated him." She said, shrugging, throwing the towel into the hamper in the corner of the common room. "He hated me. He used to make out with his girlfriends on my locker, infuriated me to no end every day – and then he was an idiot and broke into a safe."

"And he wound up at Military School—"

"Where, evidently, you met him."

"So what's going on between you two?"

"I don't know," she told him honestly, "He's changed, and he's nice—"

"But he's not Logan."

"Exactly," she nodded, falling comfortably into the arm chair beside the couch. She sighed, letting her wet head rest against the back of the chair, as she stared out of the window across the room, "He hurt me, Chey."

"I know, darling."

"I saw him at the pub last night, and it tore me apart… and I just… I really miss him."

"It's obvious, Ror," Cheyenne said, leaning forward, and staring intently at her features, "He loved you, Rory; that much was obvious – but maybe what he felt for you scared the living hell out of him. I wouldn't know, I'm not him."

Rory nodded, and crossed her arms over her chest, "I feel like one of those stupid girls that cry over guys because they don't like them. I've never wanted to be this kind of girl, Chey; and here I am – rotting my life away because some stupid guy was to much of a jerk to understand what he missed out on."

"Exactly, Rory. He is the one missing out. He should be kicking himself over, and over again and wondering what the Hell he did. You should be happy a guy that can't make up his own damn mind is out of your life."

"Then why do I feel so miserable, Chey? Why do I feel like… like no one's ever going to think, "Hey, there's Rory Gilmore – she's cute, I think I may want to marry her someday." Why, Cheyenne? Why do I feel like I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sorry," she said, standing, "I've only had one cup of coffee and I'm an emotional train-wreck."

"We've all had these days, darling," Cheyenne laughed, standing also. He made his way towards the kitchenette, glancing over his shoulder at her, "Would you like me to make you a fresh pot of coffee?"

"You'll be the love of my life."

"Ah," Cheyenne laughed, "But darling – you'll be waiting on the side line for a very, very long time."

"And why's that?"

"Because Alexander is the love of my… month."

"Oh, silly, silly boy."

---Gilmore Girls---

Logan Huntzberger couldn't help but feel like there was an underlying sense of sexual tension between his ex-girlfriend and the boy that had so easily put Colin in his never-before-seen place previously in the week.

Now, he would be the first to admit that he'd felt suffocated by the title of Boyfriend to Rory Gilmore, but knowing that she had somehow already felt comfortable with another guy walking her to her dorm was killing him on the inside. Whether or not it was the fact that Rory could have even have walked the blonde into her bedroom, and more importantly into her bed: the bed he'd once considered his, that made him feel this way was yet to be considered.

And that's what had placed Logan in front of her dorm room the next day, a single, bright yellow sunflower and a cup of coffee in his hand. Letting a sigh escape him, he brought his free hand to the wood, and knocked three times in procession.

"Hold on!" he heard her call from behind the door; he heard a thump, and an 'ouch' come quickly after. "Hello," she said as soon as she opened the door, looking slightly out of breath. It took a few seconds for her to register who was standing outside of her door, and her face visibly deflated, "Logan…"

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, holding out his peace offerings, "I was rash, and I went about it all wrong."

Rory bit her lip, and took the coffee and sunflower from him, "I don't want to do this right now, Logan. I have company."

"Ace," he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "I love you."

"Logan," she hissed, placing her gifts on the table beside the door, before walking outside, clad in only shorts and a tiny t-shirt; shutting the door behind her, "What is your problem?"

He groaned, and rested his back on the wall next to her door, "I didn't like seeing you with him, Rory – and I've never had that reaction before. Normally it's like, 'thank-god, she's found someone else to tag along with', with every other girl; but with you… It was like, I was punched in the gut."

"How do you think I felt when you broke up with me, Logan? On my birthday, no less."

"I was a jerk. Let me make it up to you."

"Logan…"

"We'll take things slow this time; no dating other people." He looked at her, before taking her hands in his, "I want to make this work… I want to be with you."

She bit her lip, and glanced downwards at their hands, before he laced their fingers together. She up heaved a sigh from her lungs, and nodded her head, "Okay," she said softly.

"What?"

"Okay," she said louder, looking up at him and making eye contact, "but if you screw this up again, Logan… It's over. For good."

"Okay." He nodded, "I'll pick you up at seven, and pack an over-night bag."

Raising an eyebrow, she smiled slightly, "Where are we going?"

"Ace, after all this time, you'd think you'd be able to just accept a surprise," he grinned, and kissed her cheek, "Seven o' clock, sharp, Ace. Be ready for the blindfold."

---Gilmore Girls---

Rory Gilmore stood at the door of her closet, staring at the hangers that held sweaters, jeans, skirts and dresses. Why was it, when you had all day to figure out what the pack, you couldn't ever find anything to wear – yet, when you had ten minutes, you were a packing machine?

"Ugh," Rory groaned, holding her forehead, and staring at her closet with an even more intense gaze. "I hate you." She told her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans, a white skirt, and a black dress. "Being prepared for all occasions never hurts," she told herself, placing the items in her suitcase.

The rest of her suitcase packing came easily once she had the necessities packed away; a sequin studded t-shirt, a tweed blazer, a dress shirt, and three pairs of shoes. The easiest of things to pack, were the pajamas, the make up, and hair supplies.

Triumphant in her packing by six o' clock, she sat on the couch, staring at the door to her suite, and awaiting for the reconciliation date to begin.

She was nervous; but that was understandable. She was nervous when she first got back together with Dean. She was nervous when she first saw Jess again in the middle of her freshman year at Yale – so all in all, the nervousness that was settling in the pit of her stomach were just pre-seeing jitters.

Groaning, she picked at a stray thread on the afghan at the foot of the couch. She was bored, and she knew she wouldn't be able to immerse herself in a book while she was waiting. Perhaps she should call her mother, or maybe she should attempt to drop off her newest article for the Yale Daily News – but that wasn't honestly an option; Paris would have her sit there and start a new article, and by the time seven o' clock came, she'd still be in the YDN office.

She wouldn't be home, and Logan would think she was having second thoughts.

A knock on the door threw her thinking off.

With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, she rose her eyebrows. Six, seventeen P.M. Logan wouldn't be early.

Standing, she smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her pants. She bit the inside of her lip as she walked towards the door, her hand connecting with brass doorknob. Opening it, she inwardly deflated, "Hey," she greeted, opening the door wider, allowing him room to come in. "I wasn't expecting to see you."

He shrugged, and threw her his infamous smirk, "Surprise, surprise," he grinned, "What are you up to tonight?"

"Well… actually, I'm going out."

"When do you think you'll be back?"

"I'm uh… actually not coming back tonight."

"Oh," he said, nodding, glancing around the common room; his eyes landing on the suitcase beside the door, "Who're you going out with?"

"Tristan," she said slowly, tilting her head to the side.

"Hey, it's fine. We're not dating, we're friends who take their sexual needs out on each other. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I know… but about that—"

"You're back with your ex-boyfriend."

"Yeah—"

"The one that broke up with you on your birthday. The one from last night."

"Yes."

"Well, I'll leave you to get back to your make up night."

"Why are you angry?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. "You have no right to be angry."

"Hey, whose angry? 'Cause I'm sure as Hell not angry – you give yourself way too much credit, Gilmore."

"Tristan—"

"No, don't. I get it, it was a one night thing. It's over – enjoy your life with Mr. Billionaire."

"God, shut up!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, "It's been so obvious I wasn't over Logan! I wasn't comfortable entering the relationship with you in the first place!"

"I didn't force you to do one fucking thing, Rory!"

"I know!" She snapped, "But you coerced me into something you knew I wouldn't have ever done if I wasn't upset! You know I've never been this type of girl!"

"Well things fucking change, don't they? I didn't hear you complaining last night when you screamed my name over, and over again!"

"Get out!"

"I was just leaving," he snapped, throwing the door open. "Have a nice fucking life, Gilmore – and don't come crying to me when your boyfriend breaks your heart again."

He slammed the door closed behind him, shaking the door frame. Dropping onto the couch, Rory sighed, not allowing herself to let out a cry of frustration. Sitting Indian Style on the couch, she reached for the remote, turning the TV on, allowing herself to waist away the remaining half hour until Logan arrived.