AN: You guys are very, very nice. Thank you so much! I'm having a very good time writing this fic and I'm glad you're enjoying reading! Anyway, before I go on to the thank yous, I have to say that I do not own Something, the Beatles do. I just used some verses from it for this chapter and for the title... Ugh, I hate it that I gave that away, but yeah, this stupid rights thing... Now, with that out of the way, on to the thank yous!
ReeseAnn - I'm your hero? Aw thank you, I'm flattered! I'm glad you liked the flirting, there will be a lot of that in this story, hehe. Anywho, thank you so very much!
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Chapter 3: Something in the way she moves
Rory stood outside the Gilmore Residence waiting for her mother and Luke to arrive so she could give them a hug and congratulations since she didn't know how her grandmother would react. She smiled when she saw Luke's truck pull into the driveway. She walked up to the car and waited for her mother to get out.
"I'm engaged!" Lorelai said when she was out of the truck.
"I know!" Rory said and they both jumped up and down holding hands. "You're going to be so happy!" Rory said when they hugged each other.
"That's the one and only thing I'm sure of," Lorelai said when they pulled apart. Rory then walked up to her soon to be stepfather. It wouldn't make any difference to her, Luke had always been like a father to her, it would just be more official now.
"I'm so happy for you, Luke. I've always dreamed this would happen," she said hugging him. As awkward as hugs always were for Luke, he enjoyed this one. He loved Rory like a daughter and to hear her say those words made him smile.
"Thank you Rory, believe me when I say I've always dreamed of this too."
They walked to the front door and rang the bell. The door was answered by Emily, who failing on noticing Luke standing behind them, hugged Rory wishing her a happy belated birthday and apologizing for not being able to go to her party.
"But I'll make it up to you tonight, I had Rosalina make a huge birthday cake just for the four of us," Emily completed.
"Five," Lorelai complemented.
"Five?" Emily said and looked at her daughter and just noticing Luke standing beside Lorelai. "Luke!"
"Hello, Emily, how are you?"
"Fine," she answered unsure of how to act around him.
"I have something to say and I think I should do it before we get the dinner going," Lorelai started, "where's dad?"
"He's in the living room, come," Emily said taking them into the living room where Richard was making drinks.
"Hello girls," he said when he saw Lorelai and Rory come in. "Luke, what a surprise!" he said walking up to Luke and shaking his hand.
"I believe Lorelai has something to say," Emily announced.
Lorelai glanced at her daughter and Rory smiled. She took a deep breath before telling them the big news.
"Luke and I are engaged."
Emily and Richard exchanged shocked looks. "To be married!" Emily asked.
"Of course, mom, what else?"
"Since when?"
"Last night," Lorelai said and showed them her ring.
"It's nice," Emily said in a very snob tone.
"It's beautiful, mom, just what I always wanted," she said and gave Luke a quick kiss.
"Well, I suppose congratulation is in order," Richard said always being polite, "I wish you all the happiness you deserve."
"Thanks, dad," Lorelai said accepting Richard's hug. Luke offered his hand but was surprised when Richard gave him a hug as well. "Welcome to the family, Luke."
"Thank you," Luke answered still surprised at Richard's reaction.
All eyes were on Emily now, all waiting for her reaction.
"I guess I should congratulate you too," she said hugging Lorelai and shaking Luke's hand. "I think dinner's ready," she said walking towards the dining room.
"Wasn't expecting anything different," Lorelai said while walking into the other room, Luke by her side holding her hand, Richard and Rory following.
Dinner was going by just how Lorelai figured it would go by. Emily quietly eating her food and making polite but snobbish remarks at anything that was said during dinner; Richard trying to amend his wife's behavior towards his soon to be son-in-law, of course he wasn't thrilled about it, but he preferred to pretend he was ok than to lose his daughter once again; Rory also eating quietly but once in a while talking to Richard or Lorelai just so dinner wouldn't pass by so silent; Luke was dead silent afraid anything he said would increase the amount of disgust he arouse in Emily, but politely answering Richard's questions when he addressed him; Lorelai herself was silent but from time to time she would hold Luke's hand or smile at him, giving encouragement anytime he spoke. But it was all interrupted when a cell phone rang inside Rory's purse.
"I'm so sorry, I'll be quick," she said excusing herself from the table to answer the phone.
"How you doing, love?"
"Finn! I can't talk now, I'm at my grandparents' having dinner!"
"Oh, Hartford, huh? How's the weather?"
"Did you hear what I just said? I can't talk now, so unless it's something more important than asking about the weather, I'm hanging up."
"Wait, it is important!" he said before she could hang up.
"What, Finn?"
"It's Logan. He went to New York for the weekend, but he just called saying he forgot to email his article for the paper to Doyle."
"So?"
"He asked you to do it for him."
"Why can't you do it?"
"He doesn't trust me with his laptop."
"I bet he's got a reason for that."
"Maybe."
"Fine, I'll do it when I get back on Sunday night."
"Oh, but Doyle needs it by Sunday morning, Saturday night better."
"But I'm in Hartford, Finn!"
"Sorry, doll, not my fault. You can yell at Logan when he gets back though."
"Oh, I will..."
"So, when can I expect your wonderful self at my dorm?"
"I'll drive back tomorrow after lunch, is that ok?"
"Perfect, love, perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Bye, Finn," she said and closed her phone.
"Everything ok?" her mother asked when she sat back down at the table.
"Yeah, I'll just have to go to Yale tomorrow afternoon, Logan needs a favor."
"Oh, how is Logan?" Emily asked, "I really like that boy! Now he would make a very fine husband!"
Rory saw the insult hidden behind her grandmother's remark and the look on Luke's face when he noticed it too. "Well, grandma, that fine boy you're so fond of, is in New York now, God knows doing what, and asked me to email his article to our editor since he forgot to do it before he left. Irresponsibility is a horrible fault, don't you think so?" Rory said clearly defending Luke. He smiled at her and Lorelai had a proud look on her face when Emily just answered with, "yes. I'll go get Rosalina to serve the cake."
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Lorelai, Sookie, Rory and Lane were at Luke's Diner having lunch and deciding on what to do for their engagement party. Luke decided not to be a part of the discussion, he said there were too many girls talking about flowers, music and gifts, he said he would have nightmares at night. When Lorelai insisted saying that that was going to be his life from then on, he replied with a straight face, "you either take that back or I'll take the proposal back." Lorelai took what she said back.
"So next week?" Rory asked confirming the date.
"Saturday, 7:48 sharp," Lorelai answered.
"Mom, we've been over this, it's either 7:30 or 8 o'clock. No 7:48 allowed."
"Why?"
"Didn't we just have this same discussion ten minutes ago?"
"Moving on," Sookie said, "where's Lane's band going to play?"
"Well, we could do it on the gazebo," Lane answered.
"You're aware of how dirty that sounded, right?" Lorelai said.
"Yes, I am and I'm choosing to ignore your future remarks about it."
"I think Taylor would go nuts if he saw your band play on the gazebo. That's a sacred place for him. Actually the whole town's sacred for him. He doesn't have much in life," Rory pondered.
"Oh, play on the gazebo, play on the gazebo!" Lorelai begged jumping up and down her chair. At the same time Luke approached their table, "keep it down, you're scaring the customers."
"Like they're not used to my mom's insanity."
"Still, it's scary," Luke replied.
"Aw, you see how much he loves me?" Lorelai said wrapping her arms around his waist. Luke just rolled his eyes and went back to his work.
"I've got your song list. We're allowed to make, uh, arrangements, right?"
"Well, seeing that I put down every single cheesy love song in that list, and unless you want to have eggs thrown at you, I'm expecting arrangements."
"Good, cause Zach just would never agree to play Time of My Life or Still The One in their original versions."
"I'm so curious to see what you guys come up for those songs," Rory laughed, "the townspeople are still talking about that little punk version you played for Jackson's favorite song when he got elected."
"He's actually a fan now," Sookie said.
It was about three in the afternoon when Rory stood up from her chair, "Sorry, guys, but I've got to get going, Stupid Logan and his stupidity need me back at Yale," she said grabbing her coat which was hanging on the back of her chair.
"You know, I still don't get it," Lorelai said while Rory put on her coat.
"What?"
"You said Finn called telling you Logan had called him to call you to ask you to email Doyle the article, right?"
"That sounded confusing, but I think yes."
"Logan has your number, doesn't he?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Then why didn't he call you himself?"
Rory thought for a while, "I have no idea."
"See, mystery," Lorelai said.
"Mom, there's no mystery. He probably called Finn because... F comes before R!"
Lorelai raised her eyebrows, "doesn't he call you Ace? A is before F."
Rory thought for another while, "whatever, the thing is I have to go, I'll talk to you over the week and I'll see you all on Saturday. If you need anything for the party, call me."
"Or we'll call Finn to call you!" Lorelai joked.
"Oh, mother, you kill me," Rory said faking a laugh.
"Call mommy if the guys look at you weirdly!" she said when Rory opened the door to leave.
"I won't even bother asking you what you meant by that. Bye!" and she was gone.
On the drive back to Yale, Rory sent Finn a text message saying that she was on her way but that she'd stop by her dorm to leave some stuff and change her clothes. It was around 4:30 when she knocked on his door.
"Hello, love, I've been waiting for you," he said wiggling his eyebrows. She went inside and Finn showed her to Logan's room.
"Where's his laptop?" she asked.
"On the desk, maybe?" Rory found the computer and turned it on. Finn just stood leaning against the doorframe staring at her. Rory pretended she didn't notice him. She started looking for Logan's article but couldn't find it.
"Do you know Logan's password? For his email, I mean," she asked not taking her eyes from the screen in front of her. Obviously Finn knew and he told her. She logged on his email and checked his outbox. 'Article for Monday' it read the lasted mail out. She checked the date, it was sent on Friday at 3 pm. She breathed hard, Finn had played her. "Finn, where's Logan's article?"
"What article?" he asked sheepishly.
"The article you asked me to email to Doyle."
"Probably with Doyle by now. Logan sent it on Friday before he took off."
Rory looked at him, she couldn't believe him, the way he was saying that, as if everything was ok.
"Finn, what am I doing here?"
"We haven't gotten to that part yet, love," he said taking a step into Logan's room.
"If you care at all for your life, you will not take another step forward!"
"Ooh, rough! I like that."
Rory stood up from the chair, "unbelievable!" she yelled.
"What is?"
"You! You made me drive all the way from Stars Hollow for nothing!"
"To see me!"
"I was planning my mom's engagement party!"
"Oh, how fun!"
"My mom, Finn, my mom!"
"Sorry, doll, but it's your fault."
"Excuse me, how is it my fault!"
"You're the one who said I'd have to come up with another plan to get you inside my room."
Rory was going to answer to that but chose not to, instead she just grunted and started walking towards the door, "I'm leaving!"
Finn held her hand when she walked past him, "and do what? Study?"
"Let me go, Finn."
"Oh, come on, you're here, stay. I'm bored!"
"Why didn't you go New York with Logan?" Rory asked a little less mad.
"I had class this morning, stupid quiz, couldn't miss it."
"Sorry," Rory said and noticed Finn was still holding her hand. She blushed but decided not to let it affect her, "can I have my hand back, please?"
He smiled, "only if you promise not to ran away," he said holding tighter.
"Promise." He let go and they remained silent for a few seconds until Rory, always uncomfortable with awkward silences, asked, "so, now what?"
"Well, I have a few suggestions," he said with an evil grin on his face.
Rory rolled her eyes and smiled, "no, what else?"
"No fun," he said and thought for a while, "movies!"
"What about them?"
"We could watch them."
"Watch movies?"
"Uh-hu."
"Here?"
"No, in the library."
"Now?"
"Yes, do you want to or not?"
"I'm here, aren't I, might as well make the most of it," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"Very enthusiastic, Gilmore, thank you."
She gave him a sweet smile. Finn could have sworn his knees felt weak when she smiled at him, but it was probably tiredness.
"What have you got here?" she asked opening the cabinet to reveal the DVDs. She browsed, "can I pick anything?"
"Go right ahead, I'll make the popcorn."
"Ok, good taste in books, appalling taste in movies!" she said, her head almost inside the cabinet.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"
"You've got all three Die Hard. One was enough."
"But I like Bruce Willis."
"Apparently you do."
"Hey Sixth Sense was great!"
"Oh, my God! Top Gung! Charlie Sheen!"
"Are you going to mock the movies or pick one?"
"I'm having a hard time picking, choices are just very bad. My mom would just pass out if she were here. How come you have no classics? How come you don't have Casablanca? Everybody has Casablanca!"
"I'm unique."
Rory looked for a few more minutes. "Fine, Julia Roberts it is then," she said with the DVDs for Pretty Woman and The Pelican Brief in hands but not completely pleased. "Next time, I'll bring my own movies."
"So there'll be a next time!" he said with a large smile on his face.
"You're very easily pleased," she said joking.
"It's not that, love, it's just that different things please me in different ways," he said smirking at her with his eyebrows raised. Rory blushed but said nothing, she just took her place on the couch and waited for Finn to put the movie on.
"You're not going to sit here?" she asked when he sat on the floor in front of her.
"I know you want me right next to you, but I hate watching TV on the couch, I just prefer the floor."
"Suit yourself," she said and lied down, occupying the whole couch, "now what are we going to do about that bowl of popcorn, huh?"
"Well, you're just going to have to stretch those pretty arms, doll, or you'll get nothing."
"Always the gentleman," she said and tried to find a position where she wouldn't have to stretch so much to reach the popcorn. She ended up with her head on Finn's left shoulder, and her arm reaching from the other side.
"I like this," he said grinning.
Rory slapped the back of his head, "just watch the movie, Finn."
"So, you're mom's getting engaged?" Finn said not being able to pay much attention to the movie.
"You're not supposed to talk during the movie," she replied.
"I could stop the movie," he suggested.
"You can't stop a movie in the middle of it! It's against the rules"
"Rules?"
"Movie Night Rules! My mom and I made them. No talking, no commenting, no phone calls and no bathroom breaks. Only food refilling allowed."
"Well, you see, it's six pm now, not really night."
"That's your argument?"
"Damn good one!"
"You could never be a lawyer."
"Good thing I'm not pre-law then. What do you think I should be?" he said now facing her, his back to the TV.
"Hey! Now this is not allowed, the TV is over there, Finn!"
"I'm bored, this movie sucks!"
"You're restless. And it's your movie."
"Well, it sucks! We should have watched Terminator! Night's young, you up for it?"
"Please tell you did not suggest watching Terminator with me."
"Oh, you're no fun! I should have call Stephanie instead."
Rory looked offended and sat up, "well, since I'm boring you to the point of tears I'll leave and you can watch your stupid Terminator!"
"Hey, hey, calm down there, love. Sorry, didn't mean it like that. You're much more fun than Steph. And much more prettier. Happy now?"
"Ecstatic."
Finn looked at the TV screen and then at Rory. "Fine, we'll do something else," she gave up, "what do you want to do?"
He sat down crossing his leg and facing Rory. "Talk."
"Talk?"
"Yeah, I like to talk. If the conversation's interesting of course. And an engagement party always makes a conversation interesting."
She chuckled, "fine we'll talk."
"So she's marrying that diner guy, huh? Luke?"
"Yep, that's the one."
"When's the party?"
"Next Saturday in Stars Hollow."
"It's not too fancy though, I'd hate to wear a suit."
She raised her eyebrows, "what makes you think you're invited?" she teased.
He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt by her words, "I might just cry."
"Dramatic!"
"And you're mean! But we're invited, right?" Finn asked just making sure.
"Of course you are," Rory answered chuckling.
"How about yourself?"
"Obviously I'm invited too, Finn! It's my mom's engagement party!"
"I meant, your mom's getting married, how about you, any guys in view?"
"Not really, why do you ask? Interested?" she joked.
"Always," he played along.
"I'll save you a dance at the party then," she said smiling, but still joking.
"I'll hold you to that," he said serious this time.
"You're not joking."
"A dance is never a joke."
"But I was joking, Finn."
"You're killing me here, Gilmore," he said pretending to be wounded in his heart.
"I can't dance Finn. Last time I tried my partner almost had to have his foot amputated."
"You just need a strong lead," he said leaning closer to her.
Rory blushed and looked down regretting ever beginning the whole flirting thing, she was just not good at this game. Finn noticed she was embarrassed and smiled. "I'm thirsty, I'll go garb myself a beer, do you want one?" he asked changing the subject to Rory's relief.
"Do you have any soda?"
"Probably... not."
She rolled her eyes, "beer's fine then."
She watched as Finn walked to the mini fridge and got two bottles of beer for them What she liked most about Finn was that every time she felt uncomfortable with their games, he would always back down, he never let her feel too embarrassed. That's why she kept playing with him, he understood her and when the game got too hard for her, he'd retrieve, allowing her to recollect herself so they could start over again.
"We could always practice," Finn said as he handed Rory the bottle.
"Practice?"
"The dance."
"Finn!"
"I'm serious. I can dance, I can teach you."
"Believe me, I've tried. Remember Ms Patty?"
"How could I forget?" he said rubbing his hand where Ms Patty had pinched him.
Rory laughed, "anyway, she tried to teach me, but I'm hopeless, I can't move, I've got no rhythm whatsoever."
They drank their beer and two more bottles each and talked about other subjects, Finn's good books and his bad movies, Yale, the LDB. Suddenly Finn stood up and reached out his hand to Rory, "come on," he said.
"What?" she said putting her hand on his.
He pulled her up and turned on the sound system putting on a Beatles CD, "I think this one's good, better start with a slow one." He said and pushed play. Rory tried to get her hand back, but Finn was holding tight, "you promised you wouldn't run away."
"You didn't say anything about dancing!"
"Just relax, I won't bite! Unless you want me to," he said grinning.
She rolled her eyes and the song started playing. "Oh, this is pretty," she said when she recognized Something.
"Glad you approve of the song selection, now come here," he said and he put his left arm around her waist and placed hers on top of his shoulder, then locking their right hands together, he pulled her slightly closer, "just follow my lead," he instructed.
Finn started moving his feet and Rory instant reaction was to look down at them so she could imitate.
He lifted up her head, "ah, ah, no looking down, you keep your eyes on me at all times."
"Fine," she said and looked right into his eyes.
"That's it, keep them there," he said smiling. He moved a little closer to her and she didn't even notice, her eyes were fixed on his gaze. Finn started to hum to the song and suddenly began to sing it, right when it said: something in the way she knows and all I have to do is think of her. She thought it was one of those romantic moments, but that are not supposed to be romantic. She couldn't help but smile, plus Finn was a really good singer. "This is a very pretty song," she commented while trying to move along.
"Yes, it is," he answered smiling. "You're doing great," he said when Rory finally got the steps right and didn't step on his feet, unfortunately that happened near the end of the song. When it ended they stopped moving but still maintained their position, only Finn moved his left hand to the side of her waist and Rory had slid hers to his arm.
"I danced!" she exclaimed happily.
"Wonderfully!"
"I wouldn't go that far. For me to dance wonderfully it would take many more lessons, not just this one."
"We could arrange that."
"Finn!"
"I'm serious! We've got the whole week ahead of us, we could practice everyday."
"That's ok. My friend Lane's band will be playing and I doubt we'll have the opportunity to dance anything. Unless you consider jumping up and down and shaking your head dancing."
"Your call."
Rory realized then she was still in Finn's arms and after blushing a little she moved away, "I should probably go. Thanks for the dance and the movies... well not the movies, just the dance then."
He smiled, "at your service."
"Really?" she asked, her eyebrows arched.
"Always."
She just laughed, "I'll see you later, Finn."
"Thanks for the visit, love. Come back tomorrow?"
"I've got nothing better to do, so maybe."
"You wound me."
"Good-bye, Finn," she said and left. Rory walked back to her dorm thinking about the time spent in Finn's company. It was pleasant like always, and her mind was lost in thought when she opened her door and came face to face with Doyle's naked figure walking around the common room.
She screamed in terror "oh, my eyes!" and turned around instantly while Doyle quickly picked up a pillow from the sofa. 'Please don't let this be true, don't let this be true,' Rory begged while she turned slowly around hoping that she had just imagined Doyle there. But when she looked, he was still there with a pillow in front of him.
"Paris said you wouldn't be back for a while," he said really embarrassed at the situation.
"I should probably go," Rory said turning around and opening the door, "oh, and Doyle? Keep the pillow," she said and left. She could only think of one place to go.
"Back so soon, love? You miss me that much, huh?"
"I just saw Doyle in his birthday suit. I'm traumatized, hold me," she said faking a cry.
Finn smiled and hugged her, "aw, poor baby. Wanna sit on my lap while I read you a story?"
Rory pushed him away laughing, "you're crazy!"
"And you're a tease!"
"Me?" she asked innocently. He just smiled. "I don't wanna go back, I'm scared now," she said.
"You can spend the night here if you want, you can have Logan's room."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"Why not? Afraid you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself? I wouldn't mind a late night visit if that's what you're worried about," he said with an evil grin stamped on his face.
"But I would. Does Logan have a key?"
"I have a copy."
"Why?"
"Cause I like to bug him."
"Oh-kay."
"I'll behave, I promise. But you can always go back to your dorm, maybe Paris will let you in on the fun. Did you like what you saw?" he asked smirking.
Rory made a disgusted face, "don't you ever joke like that! Ever again! Eww, Finn that was just sick and wrong!"
"So, stay."
"I guess it's the only solution."
"Yay, slumber party!"
"I don't think so, Finn."
"Not even pillow fight in our underwear?"
Rory just gave him a disapproving look, "I'll need something more comfortable to sleep on, I hate sleeping with jeans on."
Finn looked for something that wouldn't be too big for her and finally found some old sweat pants and a Metallica t-shirt. "Very cute," he said when she put them on.
"I look ridiculous," she said, "these are too big!"
"They're fine. You look cute."
She smiled and yawned.
"Go on, I'll be up for a while, I'm not sleepy yet, but you can go ahead."
"Night Finn," she said, "thank you for letting me stay here."
"Sure thing, doll," he said and watched as she went to Logan's room and shut the door.
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AN: Oooohhh, Rory and Finn spending the night in the same place... hahaha Review! Please! Byee!
