So, I kept getting reviews to continue what was originally a one-shot story, so I did. BIG BIG thanks to Brit (heartgilmoregrls) she's awesome, she wrote this with me! you rock girly!

hope you enjoy this...let me know if you want me to continue!

I leave the diner, rushing home to decide what I should wear on my date with Luke. Seven years of friendship and we both felt the same way about each other; we wasted so much time. All those years we could have been together.

"Mom!" Rory yells from down stairs. 'She still doesn't know about me and Luke yet.'

"Upstairs!" I yell, and a couple seconds later, I am joined by my mini-me. "Hey babe, how was school?"

"It was good. Paris of course was Paris. Mom, what are you doing staring at your closet at 4 o'clock in the afternoon?"

I take her hand, "Honey, come here." I say, leading her to my bed, and sit down, and am faced with a worried daughter.

"Mom, what is it?"

"Now, I want you to keep in mind that you are number one in my life, always have been always will be." She nods, following along so far. "I have a date tonight, and you know him, and you like him."

"Mom, spill, who is your date? Oh my gosh, it's not Mr. Medina is it?"

"No, it's not Mr. Medina. It's Luke."

A smile spreads across her face, "Are you serious?" she asks, I nod. "Ok, well, can I ask you something?"

"Sure babe, anything."

"WHAT took you so long! And when did this happen?" Rory asks, standing up in front of me, ready to scold.

"Rory, what are you talking about? And it happened last night."

"I'm talking about the fact that you and Luke have been in love for years. Mom, what took you so long to see that it's Luke? He's 'the one' mom. Don't you feel it?" she asks.

Rory has a point. She saw it, I saw it, Sookie saw it, and the whole damn town saw it. So, I wonder, what too us so long to become an 'us'? Luke is the reason I couldn't marry Max. I guess deep down I knew Luke and I would be together. When did this attraction begin? I've felt this way for a long time, tried to ignore the signs, but that's no use anymore. I might as well come out and say it.

"Oh my god." I finally say after a long pause.

"What? Mom, what is it?" Rory asks, sitting back down on the bed.

I look my daughter in the eye and say, "I'm in love with Luke."

Rory smiles and says, trying to be cute, "Well, yeah mom. I know that, I do go to Chilton."

"Rory! What do I do? I've never loved a man before. It's too soon to tell him, this is only our first date." 'I just can't say that enough. I have a date with Luke.'

"Mom, chillax! You'll figure everything out. I promise." She stands up and walks over to my closet. "Now, what are you going to wear?"

I walk over and stand next to her, "I don't know. I want to look cute, but wear something he's never seen me in before."

"Mom, this is a date, you can't wear your Hello Kitty pajamas." She jokes.

"Well, then, I'm out. What do you think?" I ask, playing along.

"I think we need to go shopping." I smile wide, she then says, "Let me go change, and then we can go."

"Ok."

I pull up outside the Hartford mall, Rory jumps out of the car, I swear, she's more excited about my date than me.

"Rory, slow down. Let mommy get out of the car."

"Well, hurry up! When is Luke supposed to pick you up?"

"Seven" I answer, locking the car. 'Better safe than sorry.'

"Well, we need to hurry. We have to get your dress, shoes, and then we have to go home, and fix your hair and make-up. I have to stay over at Lane's so you guys can be alone, and-"

I cut her off, "Honey, slow down! You don't have to stay at Lane's. It's just the first date."

"No, its fine, Lane and I are due for a hang out night anyhow. Now, com on, we have some shopping to do."

We get home with just enough time for me to shower and do my make-up as Rory does my hair.

"I'm so nervous. I know that I shouldn't be, but, I can't help it." I tell Rory.

"Mom, you'll be fine. I promise. You and Luke are going to have an amazing time."

"I hope you're right. I want this relationship to work. I need it to work. He's so-" I'm cut off by the door bell. "Rory, what time is it?"

"Seven-thirty." She answers handing me the dress I bought.

"Damn! Thirty minutes late, and I'm still not ready." I say stepping in to the dress. "Rory, zip me up?" she does so. "Thank you. Now, do your favorite mommy a favor and let Luke in."

"Okay, put on your shoes. I'll visit with Luke until you're done."

"Thank you!" I say, and rush to my room.

Rory makes her way down stairs, I hear her say, "Hey Luke, come on in."

"Hey Rory, I tried to be here on time, but something happened at the diner and-"

"Luke, its fine. Mom is almost done getting ready. You look nice by the way." Rory compliments him.

"Thanks." He says, and by the sound of his voice he seems a bit embarrassed.

"You're welcome." She then yells up the stairs, "Mom, I'm going over to Lane's now!"

"Alright hon. Have fun!" I yell back.

"We will! Bye Luke."

"Bye Rory." I hear Luke say.

As I hear the door close I quickly put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup, making sure I look perfect. I take a deep breath before exiting my room slowly walking down the stairs, where Luke is standing awaiting my arrival.

He looks up at me adoringly, and my heart melts into a puddle of goo in the pit of my stomach. I can feel my breath stopping for a moment as I look at him, he looks so amazing, and well he always looks amazing… but tonight especially…

I give him a sly grin as I take the steps on the stairs slowly, watching as his eyes follow my every move. He gives me the same goofy grin I know I am wearing, how could I not be? He looks completely amazing; I can only hope he likes what I have picked out for him. Hopefully not just in this capacity.

I take my last step cautiously, as he takes my arm in his, "You look… amazing." He breathes, and I feel my cheeks blush a deep shade of crimson.

"Thanks… you don't look to shabby yourself." I say trying to grasp some control.

And now I get to see his cheeks turn a not as deep but still crimson color, which brings a pressing smile to my lips. "You ready to go?" He asks.

I give him a small nod, "Yes, completely ready." I say with confidence, although my stomach doesn't feel quite the same. I hope to God I don't throw up. And with my heart in a pile of goo at the bottom, it might be a little harder to keep from doing so.

He takes a deep breath and motions me towards the door, arm still grasping mine, he opens it and ushers me out. I hope on anything that is holy that he is as nervous as I am, because if he isn't… I'm going to kick the living shit out of him… or at least make him give me free coffee for a month… But that probably wouldn't be any different from any other time… so I should probably come up with something better… but maybe not now since he's leading me to his truck and he might think that I'm ignoring him while really I'm just trying to come up with a prize for myself if he turns up to be not as freakin' nervous as I am… hmm… I'll make sure to think of something after the date… dirty!

He opens my door for me, what a gentleman! And makes sure I'm completely inside before closing the door and slipping into the driver's side of his truck. He sits and moves the gear shift… Dirty! Hmm… I wonder if he's ever done it in his truck. I'll have to ask him about that sometime… My completely dirty thoughts are put on hold as he starts to drive, "You're going to love the place we're going to." He says.

"Oh?" I say, "Where are we going?" I ask coyly, my eyes twinkling.

He grins at me widely, "Now what kind of fun would it be if I told you that?" He asks playfully.

I fake a pout, sticking out my bottom lip and letting it quiver, "Pweese?" I plead.

He shakes his head, "That pout of yours isn't going to make me change my mind in the twenty minutes it takes to get there." He confirms.

I let out a small whimper, that special whimper that only a man can release… and only I have perfected its naughty being. Well… almost perfected… I don't think I will ever get it as good as a man can bring until the day I become a man… and I don't plan on becoming one.

He lets out a short chuckle, but I can clearly tell that he is turned on by my whimper. Yes it is a powerful whimper. I think its right up there with my famous pout.

We drive to our destination, which has remained completely unknown to me; I must have underestimated his power to ward off my pout and sexual whimper, talking and laughing and moving along quite smoothly with our crazy banter. I bet no one else has a crazy banter like ours… we're special… but of course, not like 'we ride the short bus to school everyday' kinda special… just regular everyday kinda special… but then again if its regular everyday kinda special… then it would just be normal… dammit, I should really see a psychiatrist…

As we pull up to our destination, I see a very whimsical building, with the sign 'Ye ole Porker' out front. Is he kidding me? I would never ever have thought he would bring me to such a place… This probably was grounds for Pimps… I like it already.

I turn to look at him, "Uh, Luke?"

"Yes Lorelai?"

"Is this where we're going to eat?" I ask, with slight amusement in my voice.

"Yeah, unless you want to go somewhere else." He asks, hesitantly.

"No, its fine. I just, didn't think that you'd want to ever come to a place like this." I tell him.

He turns the truck off, "Yeah, well, I just wanted you to remember our first date."

'What a softy!' "Luke, how could I not remember our first date?" we share a smile then he leans over and kisses me softly, but somehow leaves a promise of what's to come. 'Dirty' He pulls back, pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and I say, "Come on, I'm hungry. Feed me."

"Only you could think of food at a time like this." He responds.

"I know. That's what makes me special." I retort.

"Uh-huh." He says, and comes around to let me out. "Come with me, your table awaits." He says, ushering me to the door.

"My table? You're making me eat by myself? What kinda date are you?" I ask him jokingly.

"OH! You mean you want to eat with me? Well, I guess I could eat with you." He says, playing along.

"Good decision mister." I say, wrapping my left arm behind his back and my right arm around his middle.

"Name?" the hostess asks.

"Danes, party of two." Luke answers.

She checks the list, grabs two menus and says, "Right this way."