A/n: I don't own, please don't sue.

It's short, but I just had to get this out of my system (I'm supposed to be doing and Essay worht about 1/3 my grade), and I think that's what I'm famous for around here. Enjoy, R/r.

Actions speak louder than words.

Lorelai hated that phrase.She'd never honestly given it all that much thought before. Oh, she'd heard it before, of course. You'd have to be a blind mute who lived under a rock on Pluto to know that particular cliche. She'd heard it, before, heard other people bemoan and bitch about it, she'd even pondered it once or twice, though never at all that seriously or deeply.

That night, though, she decided she hated it.She didn't know who said it orwhy but whoeverit was she was going to kill them.

She loved him. Truly deeply, honestly loved him in a way that almost feel like this was it. She was going to get her fairytale ending after all of her mess ups, her close calls, her disappointments, she was going to get her happily ever after. It was pure and innocent, but mature and adult, but it was her fairytale and if she so deemed it worthy of being a contradiction, it would be dammit! Gah, and of course she'd caved and told her mother.

And then...and then the street. She was right, she didn't doubt that. He had a right to want to sort everything out in his head, she respected that. What he didn't have was the right to cut her out of his life. She'd been patient and open and willing. He'd told her he'd been in, all in. He'd told her he'd loved her for poodle's sake! She knew that he hadn't just said it, that he didn't throw that word around like it was nothing, he saved it, made it special, like it was only for her to hear. It made her feel likes the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew he loved her.

She just didn't think that he loved her as much as she loved him. He was scared. He was running from her because he was afraid, he was unsure of himself. Of all the damn nerve! They were a team, and teammates didn't leave each other out in the cold. At least, she thought they didn't. She'd never do that to him, hell, she'd never even considered possibly fathoming doing that to him. She loved him. She wanted to marry him, to be Mrs. Backwards Baseball hat. She wanted them to have a family, to have a house and a dog and a kid or two, maybe even three if she could swing it. She wanted them to have the family neither of them or Rory had growing up.

She'd been the one who'd delivered the ultimatum. She didn't regret it. Oh it hurt like nothing ever had before, not even the break up. But she knew that if he didn't marry her now, he wouldn't. She could see it. Max had suggested it once, and she hadn't either. She knew that tree and she didn't fancy going around in circles for the rest of her life. He had hurt her in the worst way imaginable and now she just wanted to forget and to hurt him that same way.

That's when she knocked on Christopher's door.

She knew she wasn't solving anything but she had nothing left to lose and that's probably what hurt the most.

I hated it. All of it. The whole damn episode