Take a generous helping of the Gilmore Girls, a pinch from 'A Date with Tad Hamilton' and add the song in the title, mix well and serve with ice and a sprig of peppermint.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or 'A Date with Tad Hamilton' or even the song Indigo Girl (if you haven't heard it yet, I urge you to look it up). This is not a crossover fic, but you could say that it is a story about the first, inspired by a line in the second and a song.

A/N: This is my first PDLD, and I am not even going to admit how long it took me to figure out what that meant. Sadly over here - in Germany - we only get the subbed voices, so I have not had the pleasure of hearing the excellent Aussie accent I am sure Finn has, till I do or the season comes out on DVD over here - which will take forever considering we have just been granted season ONE- I am going to have to use my imagination. I have a good imagination.

And I prefer Finn anyway, because Logan is so pale. Has anybody else noticed how pale that boy is? He makes Tristan look way beyond tan and I thought he was too pale. I am always tempted to write a fic where Logan is a vampire in hiding, but I digress. One-shot hopefully as I have so many stories on the burner I am running out of space.

I have thrown in a couple of references to films I have seen, just because I can. Some obvious, some obscure, some are practically signposted.

Indigo Girl

Finn sat in an armchair, staring into the murky depths of his Gin glass. 'I'm sure it was full just now.' Disinterestedly he wondered why he was so down. Head falling back against the headrest, he contemplated what was different about this party. Why did it not grip him the way the LDB parties usually did. All the usual suspects were there. Logan was lounging in another armchair closer to the raging log fire in the fireplace big enough to roast a whole oxen, a beautiful buxom blonde over-spilling his lap and plastering herself all over him. Logan didn't seem to mind one bit. Colin was leaning against the wall, obviously torturing himself as he watched Stephanie get off with some random rugby player on exchange from Scotland. Finn didn't understand why Colin just didn't move on and get over it already. It couldn't be that bad.

'No that's not it.'

The alcohol was good, better than at some of their other parties. The food had been great until the food fight, which had been fun. That couldn't have been it either.

There was no shortage of pretty ladies to choose from, but somehow he just wasn't tempted.

All thoughts screeched to a halt, as Finn tried to process what he had just thought. He thought it again just to taste it for flavour. 'I'm not tempted by all the beautiful, luscious, buxom, - no, I can't even talk my way there. I, Phinneas Morgan the Third am not interested in any of the delectable woman paraded here in this house for my entertainment.' He slumped and pressed the lukewarm glass in his hand against his forehead and groaned. A long, loud groan that froze everybody else in their tracks.

"You okay, mate?" Logan asked, clearly concerned as Colin drifted closer, finally distracted now that Stephanie had stopped plastering herself to rugby guy.

"No, Logan." Finn spat out. "I am not okay." He groaned again, more pitiful than before, if that was even possible. "I think I'm dying."

Colin's laugh trailed off when he realised that Finn was serious. "What gives you that idea?"

Finn let his head fall to the side so he could look at his best friends. "You see all the beautiful women in this house?"

"Yeah. We're not blind." Logan answered.

"All the blondes, redheads that are just dieing for someone to come over there and make them happy for just one night, no strings attached?"

"Again, we're not blind, or dumb."

Finn sighed a bone deep sigh, letting his whole body fall forward until his head rested on his knees and mumbled something.

Colin stumbled. "What was that? I thought I just heard you say you weren't attracted to any of them."

Finn looked up at him with tragic eyes and repeated himself: "I -AM-NOT-ATTRACTED-TO-ANY-OF-THEM." His face disappeared once again against his knees as Colin, Logan and even the rugby player stared at him in shock.

"Don't even say that as a joke, mate." Logan managed to get past the horror in his throat.

"I'm not joking. None of them tempt me even in the slightest. I'm dieing."

"All right, everybody out who doesn't belong here." Logan took charge. This was serious.

Stephanie made it up to the rugby player with a steamy kiss that had Colin foaming at the mouth, while Logan just deposited the blonde at the door with a 'don't call me, I'll call you.'

Now it was just the inner circle, sitting in the armchairs by the fire, staring morosely into the distance. Steph broke the silence first.

"So you're saying?"

"Not one of them." Finn moaned. "I have not a sexual thought in my entire body."

He looked at Logan. "Buddy, I want you to hold the eulogy at my funeral."

"Now, don't overreact, Finn." Colin interjected. "Maybe it's just the girls here, I mean it is the same ones we see every party, maybe you're just bored with them."

Finn perked up at this. "You think so? Really? You're not just comforting the dead man walking?"

"Course not. Tell you what. The four of us will go out and hit all the pubs and bars in town. I guarantee you that we will find somebody that interests you before the night is out."

"And I heard that the Harvard football team is here and they brought all their cheerleaders." Steph added. "I hear they have a couple of new ones from California."

Finn sniffed and nodded, still not entirely comforted.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." Logan was all for it. Anything to get his Australian friend out of his mope.

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Many, many pubs and parties, not to mention every single cheerleader in the state of Connecticut later Finn's situation had not bettered, He was back to staring at a wall, while his so-called best friends in the world got off with various people they had never seen before and would probably never see again. He was so jealous he could have spat. Steph had hooked up with a Harvard football player of all things, the rugby player apparently forgotten. Colin had decided to give up moping for the night and was currently trying to get the Swedish barmaid to agree to date him for one night. Logan meanwhile had found the identical twin to the blonde he had had attached to him when this night's endeavour started. It could of course be the same one but Finn wasn't sure. In his experience beer goggles did not actually help when trying to decide if somebody was pretty or even someone you had met before.

That tickled something in his mind. 'Someone I have met before. Who?' Finn had no idea whatsoever why that particular thought had his mind tingling, maybe it was just the booze. Shaking off the feeling he went back to cataloguing what was bothering him.

'Logan, Steph and Colin all present and correct. Well, almost correct. I mean honestly a Harvard man. Ugh.' Swirling the last drop of Scotch around the glass didn't help either and that had always been so soothing. All his vices were deserting him, no women, no alcohol. 'I'm too young to be a monk.'

The pubs had been full and there had been plenty of ladies. But none of them tempted him.

'What is wrong with me?' Finn felt terrible. It wasn't fair. 'I'm an extremely good-looking young man with things going for me, not to mention my way beyond sexy accent. Women are all over me and I don't want them.'

His eyes raised to the ceiling and glared at - nothing. 'You're punishing me, God, aren't you. I knew you had it in for me.'

Eyes forward again Finn went back to metaphorically watching the paint dry. 'Maybe it is something about today.' He wasn't sure if it would help, but something was different today, he just had to put his finger on it and then he could go back to being old Finn, lover of women Finn, despoiler of willing not so virgins Finn. 'Aahh the good old days.'

Muttering to himself, Finn let the day's events pass in front of his inner eye. "Let's see. Slept till eleven, like always. School day after all. Got up, had a shower, got dresses. Had coffee. Went to Lit class to see what I had missed. So far so normal. Came home, got ready for party. Went to party. Teased Rory. Had food. Hang on!" Finn sat upright, finally able to pinpoint what was wrong with his day. There had been no Rory teasage. Why was there no teasage?

"Why was there no teasage?" Finn shouted, once again freezing his friends in their tracks.

"Where's Rory?" he demanded of Logan, who simply looked at him way beyond confused.

"She has a final tomorrow, said she had to learn. Why?"

Finn was excited. He had finally figured out where his day had gone wrong. "There was no teasage. I always get up and do my routine. You know chuck out girl from night before, get dressed, go to class to see if I missed anything, come home and get ready for party."

"And?" Colin prompted, clearly not happy that Finn's outburst had lost him his moment with the Swedish barmaid.

"And then we go to the party and Rory is there and I go up and say 'Have we met?' and then she says 'Many times' and then we banter and I tease her," He waved his hands to underline his point. "And she goes all blushy and then we banter a bit more because nobody banters like Rory, she's really intelligent and stuff and then we laugh and I go off and have a blast." He looked at his friends who were sporting various looks of confusion.

"Man, no Rory means no banter, no teasing no blushing and no laughing. No fun." Finn leaned back, clearly pleased with his deduction. Logan and Colin's jaws were well and truly on the floor now that they realised what Finn had been saying without really saying it. Steph, far better at recovering from blows like this decided to ask the pertinent questions.

"So what you are saying is that you miss Rory?"

"Yes."

"Because she's intelligent and doesn't let you get away with things?"

"Yes."

"And she makes you laugh."

"Yes."

"And your evening isn't complete until you have seen her?"

"Yes!"

Colin decided to put his two cents worth in there.

"And because you fell for her and want to shag her?"

"Yes! I mean. NO! I mean.." Finn trailed off, unsure what he meant.

Logan took pity on him. "Finn you've fallen for Rory Gilmore."

"No I haven't. I don't like women. Remember?" He smiled up at Logan, then frowned. "Don't I?"

"Finn. I'm telling you, you've fallen for Rory."

"No, because then I would stay away from all the girls - oh."

"Yes, oh."

"No, that's not good. I'm ladies-man Finn. Not one-woman Finn."

"Not even if it's one-Rory Finn?"

Finn's eyes glazed over at the thought of flirting with Rory, spending time with her, kissing her and -

"Crap."

Steph had come to a conclusion. "My guess is that you fell for her pretty fast but were too dumb to notice."

"Hey!"

"Aw, shut up. You know I'm right. So your heart decided to intervene, no more lascivious thoughts. And it worked. Like magic. Abracadabra and hey presto we have a changed man."

The Swedish barmaid had been leaning on the bar listening in unashamedly. Her voice was throaty and dusky as she decided to give some much needed advice, Obviously these kids wouldn't be able to find their way through a real love affair to save their lives, or other body parts.

"Listen to me, Finn. There are three kinds of love. The first is a small love. That you can get over in two weeks. The second is a big love. That kind takes you two years to get over. And then there is the third. The great love. That you never get over; it changes your life forever. So which one do you have?"

Finn, pale as a new moon, stumbled to his feet and said: "I don't know."

"Well, Finny, I suggest you find out and do something about it." With that parting shot the woman turned around and went to the other end of the bar to serve another customer.

Colin looked at his friend and took pity on him. "Think about it, but one thing. Rory is not a two-week love."

Finn turned tormented eyes to him and nodded his head. Without another word he left the bar and stumbled into the night.

Colin and Logan looked at each other. "Crap. First one to fall." Chinking their glasses they toasted each other. "It was a great run while it lasted."

Steph turned back to the bar, saddened that Finn had managed to stumble on something she desperately wanted. When another shot glass appeared under her nose, she noticed that the barmaid was back. "Just out of curiosity. How did you know that? Psych major?"

The barmaid winked. "Nah, my favourite film is 'A date with Tad Hamilton'. I always wanted to say that line. Barmaid says that to Topher Grace."

"He's hot." Steph giggled as the barmaid laughed and nodded.