Ok, I know that Dave was not Lane's love interest at this point in the show, in fact, I don't think he rolls on in for another couple of months, (Gilmore time, mind you) but for this story's purposes Dave is Lane's man. While I liked Henry I don't think he held a candle to Adam Brody so you make the call. If your hell-bent on this story following the plot of the show, when you see Dave's name(which u won't) , replace it with Henry, it's not that hard and I'll never know. I could care less.

Ok, so did any of you find it surprising that I'm from Jackson? Most people do, especially Cricket, (the Aussie), according to her, ppl from Eastern Kentucky, though rarely mentioned, are thought to be unintelligent ppl. It may be true, or schools test scores are like fifth from the lowest in the state and that's sad, but it's not b-cuz we're stupid, it's just that we feel like we're locked in jail at that hellhole. The school sux that bad. Especially with the new assistant principal we got last year. While I shouldn't pose a threat to anyone in any shape, form, or fashion, especially and it posted online, I would honestly love and jump at the chance to do bodily harm to the woman. EEERRRRRRR! Yesterday I went to pick up mine and my sister's final term report cards and the cow wouldn't let me have Kayla's. She knows we're sisters and yet Kayla has to go in and get the thing herself. So after work I had to drive home, drive back to town, and then back home, and gas 2.88 a gallon. I haven't even got my first paycheck yet! God, what does she think that an evil demon has possessed my body long enough to pose as myself while picking up her report card and then taking off into the wild, blue yonder with it? Honestly man, if you knew how the last two days have been you'd understand why I'm so mad. Oh well, enuff of my rambling, on with the madness.

Oh, yeah, this isn't mine…

After waiting impatiently for Luke at the bottom of the stairs Lorelai took towards the door, the anticipation was about to kill her, Luke was playing the tortoise, and Lorelai the hare. When he showed no sign of speeding up she huffed at him and finally opened the door, her head already turning in the direction of his truck. "Ahhh…" She trailed, noticing how large it was before taking the stairs two at a time and running towards the truck bed. "Pretty." She admired, climbing up onto the truck and running her hand down the wooden poles.

The poles were carved beautifully, making it obvious that the crafter had worked diligently on it. It was in the shape of an arch at the top, and as Lorelai began to circle the thing she noticed that in each of the four corners there was another larger carving, this one in particular looked to be a goat. As her hands reached their way to its head she smiled, noticing again how detailed the carving was, again showing that it was crafted slowly. As he cleared his throat behind her she turned slightly to smile down at him.

"What is it?"

"A chuppah." He answered, as if it were obvious.

"A chuppah?"

"A wedding chuppah." He informed her, watching as she turned back around to admire it more. "You're supposed to stand under it while you're getting' married.

"Where'd you find it?" She whispered, running her hands along the sides of the goat.

"Find it?"

"Yeah, it must've been expensive. It's got a goat and everything."

"Actually I didn't buy it, I made it." He said shyly, rubbing the back of his cap less head and dropping his gaze to the ground.

"You made it?" She asked, turning to look down at him again. "You made this for me as a wedding gift? You made this for me and another man to stand under to be married?"

"Well yeah." He replied ignoring her skeptical glance. "I just found this picture…it looked much better in it, and…I just wanted you to be happy, I mean you looked like you were happy so…" He was interrupted by a pair of hungry lips reaching his own. While ignoring her glance he had ignored her completely and now after glancing back saw that she was now on her knees, gripping at the sides of his truck bed, and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Luke liked this and wasted no time in closing his eyes and returning her breathtaking kiss with fervor. With his hands traveling to her hair and hers traveling under the back of his t-shirt, things were beginning to excel quicker than either realized. Pulling apart regretfully Luke only looked skeptically at Lorelai. "Are you happy?" He asked, his eyes changing from skeptic to begging. Her eyes answered before she could respond and he had, to her delight, taken her in his arms once again, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her and lifting her from the truck bed.

Lorelai gave a squeal of surprise at the movement, her eyes flying open and her arms encircling his neck. "How An Officer and a Gentleman of you." She whispered, kissing his rough cheek. In her peripheral vision she caught sight of Babette standing in her front yard, cordless phone in hand and whispering feverishly to her caller, who was undoubtedly Miss Patty. "Don't look now but Babette is watching us."

"Oh really?" He whispered. "Let her watch." He shrugged, moving towards the house. "Maybe she'll get some tips."

"Luke!" Lorelai giggled. "Not in front of Gilbert!"

"Who the hell is Gilbert?" He asked, stopping for a moment to look at her.

"How could you not know who Gilbert is, you created him!" She chided, looking back towards the chuppah.

"The goat? You already named the goat?"

"Well yeah…"

"What about the lamb, the rabbit, and the bird?" He asked, resuming his venture towards the house."

"Whitey, Thunder, and Petey."

"You know I have an aunt who has a parrot named Petey."

"Oh really?" She inquired, "Can it talk?"

"Not really, it only knows two words, Gorgeous Petey, Gorgeous Petey." Luke's imitation of the parrot's voice had Lorelai shaking with laughter as he opened the door to the house and carried her inside. As he climbed the stairs Lorelai began to nibble on his neck, causing his breath to catch inside his throat, this reaction she felt beneath her lips. As he kicked her partially open door fully open and tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed, she couldn't help but giggle. As he moved a top of her she whispered teasingly.

"At this rate we'll never get to go on that date."

"You complaining?" He asked, working on her already hickey marked neck.

"Hell no." She replied immediately as they made love for the third time.

A/N: I had no earthly clue what animals were on the chuppah, and I know it's short and I'm sorry, but maybe later a little inspiration will hit. I'm thinking of doing a chapter where they get to know each other, obviously not intimately, but personally, what do you think about that as their pillow talk? What do you want them to ask one another? Help me, please. Although anything Babs25 suggests I'll try to incorporate in here cuz she guessed my home state right. Please review, I'm honestly thinking of ending it, I'm drawing blanks and don't want to bore y'all to death by dragging this story on and on, what do you think? REVIEW!