A/N: This is the way I think that the sixth season should go. This is my fist Gilmore Girls story, so go easy on me. And I know this is incredibly short, but the next chapters will be longer. I just needed to post this now or else I never would.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, or any of the characters… not even Dean, though god knows that would be awfully nice.

Lorelai Gilmore stepped out of Luke's diner onto the street with a grin on her face, and thoughts of her handsome fiancé filling her mind. She tried to keep her thoughts and smile in place, but as the distance between her and the diner grew, her thoughts inevitably strayed towards her daughter and her smile slowly faded.

She had hoped being engaged to the love of her life would make things easier, but because she was unable to share the happy news with her best friend, it had really made it harder. She planned on waiting until their fight was over to have the actual wedding, but not having Rory know about it yet was killing her. She felt almost as if because Rory didn't know, it wasn't real. Lorelai had told Luke that she had everything under control, and that Rory needed to be shut out, but once again she began to question herself as to whether this was really the right thing to do or not. She really missed her.

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Riiinnng! Riiinnng!

Rory ran to the phone and picked it up, wondering how long it had been ringing. She had just arrived back at her grandparents' pool house from her court appearance. She was upset with her sentence, but firmly believed it was no more than she deserved.

"Hello?"

"Rory," her boyfriend, Logan Huntzberger began, "do you want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"I can't, Logan. I've got to start making calls tonight. I have to start planning out my community service."

"What happened to the new you? 'No more scheduling, no more planning?'"

"Yeah… that was before I got stuck with three hundred hours of community service."

"Three hundred hours? Just for borrowing a yacht? Jesus, Ace, that seems a little extreme."

"Well, believe me, I didn't ask for this much."

"Welcome to the life of crime, Ace."

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Luke Danes walked into the kitchen of what was soon to be his home, but couldn't find Lorelai. He stood at the table to think about where she might be when he heard some sounds coming from the bedroom right next to him. He listened harder and realized she was crying. He burst through the door, worried about what was wrong, and stopped short at the sights of his fiancé all tucked in to her daughters bed, sobbing into the pillow.

"Luke, I lied." She whispered, as she raised her head to look up at him.

Luke's heart broke as he watched the tears streaming down the love of his life's face. He remained silent, knowing that was what she needed right now. He lay down on the bed beside her, and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back as she cried into his chest.

A/N: some feedback would be greatly appreciated.