The Fortune Cookie's Always Right


Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.

Author's Note: First off – I apologize! Months without an update, I suck! I still love you, I hope you still love me. Secondly, hello to all the new people reading this story! I hope you enjoy my 'I'm-pretending-I'm-writing-the-real-show' style.

So… I'm not going to give you the detailed summary like in Chapter 14, but in case you've forgotten this story, it's the one with Rory and Dean together at the beginning slowly but surely broken up by Dean's outrageous behavior and mistrust and Rory's growing attraction for Logan. It's also the story that includes:

- the New Year's Eve Ball

- the LDB Stars Hollow Scavenger Hunt

- the surprise trip to New York

- the bet that landed Rory in Logan's bed (platonically)

- the trip to Paris that landed Rory in Logan's bed (not platonically)

- the RINGS

- the inadvertent peep show

- and now… finally… the unbirthday party!


CHAPTER 16: WE'RE ALL MAD HERE


Rory wandered out of her bedroom, stifling a yawn as she headed straight for the coffee. The kitchen was uncharacteristically filled with yummy breakfast smells.

"Good morning," Rory said, walking in to find Luke cooking a full breakfast and Lorelai sipping coffee in her robe.

"Oh, hey, good morning, Rory," Luke said, trying to act as if it were completely natural for him to be cooking her breakfast… in her kitchen.

Rory grinned. She could get used to this! She sat down at the kitchen table with Lorelai.

"You're all dressed," Lorelai said.

"Yes I am," Rory replied. She left Logan in bed to shower and get ready for the day. They hadn't spoken a word about the previous night's activities.

"Hm," Lorelai said, squinting at her daughter who was entirely too chipper for 8:00 in the morning. "What's with the scarf?"

"What do you mean?" Rory said defensively.

"Your neck, the scarf," Lorelai said, pointing.

"Oh," Rory said, touching the scarf wrapped whimsically around her throat. "I was feeling very Mary Tyler Moore this morning."

"Ah. Looks like you'll make it after all," Lorelai quipped.

"Ha ha," Rory said dryly. "Speaking of clothes, is that my sweater?" she said in a slightly accusatory tone.

Lorelai looked down at the shirt underneath her robe. "No," she said quickly.

"Yes it is!" Rory cried.

"Nuh uh," Lorelai protested.

"Yuh huh!" Rory insisted. "What, am I gonna have to pull a Laverne DeFazio?" she said, cocking her head to one side.

"Fine, fine, it's your sweater," Lorelai conceded.

"Thank you," Rory said triumphantly. "You better wash it. Your boobs are gonna stretch it out."

"Aw geez," Luke said from the stove.

"No way! Your boobs are totally bigger than mine. I thought we'd already established that," Lorelai said.

"Can you not talk about this now? While I'm in the room?" Luke said, turning around and waving a spatula at them.

"Not talk about what?" Logan asked, coming into the kitchen. He gave Rory a kiss on the forehead and sat down beside her.

"Good morning," Rory said, giving Logan a silly smile.

"Oh boy, somebody got some last night," Lorelai said knowingly.

"Mom!" Rory said, blushing.

"Yeah, can we not talk about that either?" Luke said painfully.

"Fine, fine," Lorelai said. "Good morning, Logan," she said in a very proper voice.

"Good morning," Logan said cautiously.

"So, it's the big party day, are you looking forward to it?" Lorelai said, sipping her coffee.

"You bet," Rory said, grateful for the subject change. "I think I'm most anxious to see what happens when Miss Patty meets Finn."

"Why's that?" Logan asked, curious.

"Let's just say that they are the two most… active personalities from each of the two camps, and I, for one, am quite interested to see how they…" Rory gestured mid-air, trying to find the right word, "…mesh," she finished.

"I see," Logan said.

"No, you don't, but you will," Rory said impishly. Logan raised an eyebrow.

Luke brought two gigantic platters of food to the kitchen table. "Ok, everybody. Dig in."


Rory cracked open her bedroom door and peered into the hallway, only her head visible to the outside.

"I feel like everyone knows… do they look like they know?" she said nervously.

Logan came up behind her, putting one hand on her waist and the other on the door frame, his head peeking out just above hers.

"Ace, come on, nobody knows. I mean, your mom thinks she knows, but the very few people who actually do know were too wasted to remember and probably aren't invited anyway," Logan reasoned.

"That's true," Rory conceded. She reluctantly opened the door all the way and stepped out into the hall, which was rapidly filling with guests. One of the waiters from the inn passed by, balancing a silver tray on one upturned hand.

"Here, have a 'Drink Me,'" Logan suggested, lifting a vial off of the passing tray.

Rory eyed it suspiciously. "Do you know what proof this is?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"No, but I do know that it will take the edge off," Logan said.

"Ok, then," Rory said, uncorking the vial. "Cheers!" She downed it in one gulp. "Mmm, you know, this is really good. Maybe I'll have another," she said, looking for the waiter.

"Ohhhhh no," Logan said, distracting her. "I said drink enough to take the edge off, not enough to take your shirt off."

"Ha ha," Rory said dryly. "Let's mingle," she suggested.

"After you," Logan said with a wide hand gesture. He shut the door behind them.

Rory led the way into the party. "Oh, and before I forget, watch out for -"

"Ow!" Logan exclaimed, jumping forward. Miss Patty sauntered by, winking at Logan before she went into the next room.

Rory tried to contain her laughter. "Miss Patty," she finished weakly. "She pinches."

"Thanks for the warning, Ace," Logan said wryly.

"Anytime," she replied sweetly.

Logan frowned and took her hand, following her into the crowd. He rubbed his backside, muttering to himself. "That was my own personal butt…"

"Come on, Donkey," Rory said, rolling her eyes.


"Rory! Hey! Great party. Love the 'shrooms," Gill said.

"Thanks, Gill," Rory said, grinning. "I don't think everyone's been officially introduced. Brian, Gill, Zack, this is Logan. Logan, this is the band."

"Nice to meet you," Logan said, shaking everyone's hand.

"These aren't… y'know…hallucinogenic, are they?" Brian asked, cautiously poking at Gill's mushroom hors d'oeuvre.

"Hey, don't touch my 'shrooms, kay? I don't want your germy hands all over them," Gill protested.

"Dude, do you really think Lorelai would serve those things at a family-friendly function if they were vision-inducing?" Zack said.

"Well I don't know," Brian said defensively. "I mean, if we are keeping with the Lewis Carroll theme here, she could go for authenticity and we'd all be tripping before the tea party even starts."

"Um, I'll have to ask Sookie, but I'm pretty sure that these are non-hallucinogenic mushrooms," Rory assured them. Brian still looked worried. "In fact, I'm going to go ask her personally. Right now," she added.

"Thanks," Brian said.

Rory slipped her arm through Logan's and walked away.

"That was so uncool," she heard Zack say.

"That's quite the eclectic bunch you have there," Logan remarked.

"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet," Rory said.

"Rory! There you are. Nice party – I'm loving the decorations," Lane said, gesturing to the birthday decorations with black permanent marker 'un-'s in front of the 'Birthday's of 'Happy Birthday.'

"Thanks. Mom's idea, naturally," Rory said. She glanced over at the front door when she heard a commotion and a voice ring out "Happy Un-Birthday, bitches!" She looked at Logan.

"No worries, I'll just go explain proper small-town protocol to Colin and the boys," he said smoothly.

"Thanks," Rory said. She watched Logan leave, and when he was a safe distance away, she pulled Lane aside.

"What?" Lane asked.

Rory dropped her arm and furtively glanced around before whispering sheepishly, "Dean saw us."

Lane looked at her blankly. "Saw us do what?"

Rory breathed out impatiently. "Not you and me us, me and Logan us."

Lane just looked at her. "So? I thought he already knew you were together."

Rory shook her head. "No, I mean saw us saw us."

"Ok, I'm confused by saw us saw us."

Rory sighed. "I mean last night, Logan stayed the night and… let's just say Dean and his roomies got an eyeful."

Lane took a moment to process the information. "Ohmygod," she said. "How much did they see? And why…how…I need some dots to connect here."

"Ok, well," Rory said, wringing her hands. "My bedroom window was kind of open, and…they just saw, ok?" she said helplessly.

"But what were they doing there?" Lane asked.

"I don't know!" Rory said. "I suppose Dean wanted to talk to me… I guess he didn't know Logan was there…" she trailed off as she realized she had no idea what Dean and his friends were doing in her backyard.

"Well you didn't invite them today, right?" Lane said.

"No. I mean, Mom could have, but I seriously doubt she would willingly invite that kind of drama. Drama is something I could gladly live without for at least one day," Rory said.

"Well, the only dramatic thing that can possibly happen today is Kirk breakdancing. Or Sookie catching herself on fire. Or Miss Patty doing her USO routine… on second thought, we should get back out there," Lane said.

Rory cracked a smile. "I'm with you, sister!"

"Meanwhile, whatever happened to…you know," Lane said, pointing secretively to Rory's left hand.

"Oh!" Rory said, instantly understanding. "Here," she said, pulling out the necklace from underneath her shirt. Lane giggled at the diamond ring set. "Shh!" Rory said, shushing her. She slipped the necklace back underneath her shirt.

"That is soo cute," Lane said. "I mean, it's so great that you're still wearing it, and, well, it's just too cute! I mean, are you guys like secretly engaged or something?"

"No!" Rory said quickly. "It's just, I dunno, it felt strange putting them in a box after last weekend, but I couldn't very well keep wearing them, because that would be all kinds of weird, so I compromised."

"What does Logan think? I mean, he knows, right?"

"Yeah, he knows. I think he likes it," Rory said. Her smile grew. "I know he likes it."

"Aw! You guys," Lane said, giving Rory a quick hug.

"Oy, who pinched my bum?" they heard Finn exclaim.

Lane and Rory looked at each other and wordlessly rushed back into the living room.


Lorelai sucked in a breath when she saw Kirk walk through the door. "Ohhh my," she said to herself. Kirk was dressed in a full bunny suit, complete with white face paint and a rubber nose/tooth mask. She cautiously went to greet him.

"Hey, Kirk. Glad you could come," Lorelai said warmly.

Kirk surveyed the room, then returned his attention to Lorelai. "You said it was an Unbirthday Party."

"Yes, Kirk," Lorelai said.

"An Alice in Wonderland theme."

"Yes, Kirk," she repeated.

"So, if it's a themed party, that implies themed dress."

Lorelai sighed. "No one said you were required to buy a costume, Kirk."

"Oh, I didn't buy it. Mother made it for me for our high school production of Harvey."

"You still fit into a costume from high school? More importantly, there wasn't an actual physical rabbit in Harvey," Lorelai pointed out.

"There was in ours."

"There was?"

"Yes. I played him."

"You played Harvey the invisible rabbit."

"Well, Mother didn't know he was invisible at the time."

"I'm getting a headache," Lorelai said, rubbing her forehead.

"The fact still remains that no one told me I wasn't supposed to dress up."

"Fine, Kirk. Do you want to go home and change?"

"No, that's alright. Lulu said I make a very sexy rabbit. Apparently woodland creatures are a turn-on for her. I love that woman."

"Yes, well, don't we all."

"Yeah, and it's ironic when you think about it. I mean, I'm dressed like a rabbit, which turns her on, which means we'll be going at it like-"

"Yes, Kirk. No need to fill in the cliché."

"But you get what I mean."

"I get what you mean. The costume stays. I'm gonna go help Sookie in the kitchen."

"Ok. I'm going to find Lulu. We're going to do a duet of Endless Love."

Lorelai watched as Kirk joined Lulu in front of the karaoke machine. Lulu was dressed as Alice, complete with the blonde wig. Lorelai sighed and went in search of a Drink Me.


"Ok, am I hallucinating or am I seeing a breakdancing rabbit?" Colin said, squinting. The Yalies were sitting on the living room couch watching the karaoke antics.

"Yes, and the next act is the juggling kangaroo," Logan said cheekily.

Rory playfully smacked Logan's arm as she answered Colin. "No, that's just Kirk. You've met him," Rory said matter-of-factly.

"Rory, I think I would remember meeting a breakdancing rabbit," Colin said.

"Well he wasn't a breakdancing rabbit at the time. He was just Kirk," Rory said.

"Just Kirk?" Colin queried.

"Yeah. You remember the scavenger hunt?" Rory asked.

Colin looked at her blankly.

"Think back," she said.

She still received a blank look.

"Ok, go deeper… remember? The scavenger hunt in Stars Hollow? You were Sherlock Holmes?"

"Oh yeah. I looked good," Colin said, remembering.

"That he remembers," Rory said, shaking her head. She returned her attention to the karaoke machine where Miss Patty was singing "Dancing Queen."

"Hello all," Finn said, flopping down on top of everyone's lap. They let out a collective groan. "Now see, making noise like that you make a guy skittish about his weight issues."

"You don't have weight issues, Finn," Colin said. "Blood alcohol level issues, maybe, but the only weight issue you have is waiting for the next drink."

"I think he's too drunk to appreciate your homophones," Logan said.

"Quite right. Time to sing," Finn said. He got up to flip through the karaoke catalog.

"You know, Humphrey Bogart said that the problem with the world is that everybody's a few drinks behind." Robert said.

"Yeah, well, Finn's trying to make up for the world," Logan said with a grin.

Paris and Doyle approached the group.

"Paris! You came!" Rory said, pleased that Paris made the trip.

"Yes, well, Doyle and I decided it would be a good chance to try out our party anecdotes. Go on, Doyle, share a conversational morsel with us," Paris urged.

"Alright," Doyle said, a smile pasted on his face. "So two guys walk into a bar. You think one of them would have seen it!"

Doyle's expectant face was met with silence. Paris looked back and forth between Doyle and everyone else.

"Perhaps you should tell it again to those people," Paris said, pointing. "We need a representative sampling of the party population to gauge the success of the joke."

"What is this, the Aristocrats?" Colin snorted.

"I love that movie!" cried Lulu, passing by. "Everybody wants to be a cat…" she sang as she walked.

"I think you misheard, Lulu, he said-" Rory said helplessly.

"Actually, Paris, let's try another tack," Doyle interrupted. "I think a historical tidbit would be well-timed."

"Alright," Paris acquiesced. "You wanna hear one of the all-time stupidest corporate decisions?"

"Not really, but I think you're going to tell us anyway," Colin said rudely. Rory weakly kicked him.

Paris just glared but continued. "The M&M/Mars company refused to market M&Ms as E.T.'s favorite candy in the movie because they thought E.T. was an ugly alien. As a direct result of E.T., Reese's Pieces sales shot up 65."

"Interesting," Rory said. Logan looked like he was about to say something, but she cut him off before he could begin. "Hey, Paris, you wanna check out the crudités? I think they're ready for some guy talk," she said, taking Paris by the elbow and motioning with her eyes for Logan to make Doyle feel welcome. Logan gave her a 'you owe me' face, but patted the seat next to him.

"Doyle, my man, sit, and let us tell you some great party jokes," he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.


"Oh God, it's happened," Rory said from the buffet table.

"What?" Paris asked, sampling a mini-quiche and turning to follow Rory's eyes to the karaoke corner.

"Miss Patty. Finn. Together," Rory said. They watched the scene unfold before them.

"Thank you," said Finn, grabbing the mike, "and now your American- well, Australian-American and – love, where are you from? Los Angeles? Right. Our Australian-American Los Angeles-American American Idol… oh fuck, that's too many Americans… um… your finalists for the evening will perform a duet! Hit it!"

Everyone watched as Miss Patty and Finn began to sway to the beat.

"I've been really tryin , baby…tryin to hold back these feelings for so long. And if you feel, like I feel baby, come on, oh come on…let's get it on," they sang.

"That's not even a real duet," Paris pointed out.

Rory sighed. "Just be glad Patty didn't coerce any children into being backup dancers," she said gratefully.

"I guess; but what's up with that rabbit and blondie?" Paris asked, pointing.

Rory shook her head as Kirk and Lulu slow-danced to the karaoke, gazing soulfully into each others' eyes.

"I think I need a drink," Paris said, going off in search of a waiter.

Logan sauntered up behind Rory. "Whaddya say, Ace? Would you like to show the world how to sing?" he said, slipping his arms around her waist.

Rory grinned. "Not on your life!" she said, turning to face him and fixing his shirt.

"Aw, come on, why not?" he cajoled. "There's a wide variety of selections. For example, we could sing Cruisin', I've Had the Time of My Life, Something Stupid, A Whole New World…Hell, let's go High School Musical on this crowd. It'll be the Start of Something New."

"Hmm. How do you feel about the Sounds of Silence?" Rory said sweetly.

"Alright, alright," Logan said, giving up his teasing.

"How's it goin', kids?" Lorelai said, coming up to the couple.

"Great party, Lorelai!" Logan said with an appreciative nod.

"Thank you, thank you. But honestly, did you expect any less?" she said not-so-humbly.

"Of course not. And I gotta say, it's been pretty drama-free!" Rory added.

"That it has, kiddo," Lorelai said.

"Hey, was that the doorbell?" Rory asked, craning her ear.

"There are two more guests here for the party," Michel said snootily, walking past them.

Lorelai raised her voice enough to be heard on the other side of the door. "Well tell them to get the hell in here, and did they bring the keg?" she joked.

Mitchum and Shira Huntzberger walked into the room looking extremely displeased.

Lorelai turned around and noticed the two strangers. "Or not…I'm sorry, I meant did you bring the peg, you know, cuz the barbershop quartet's about to sing Peg O' My Heart and we needed Peggy Schauberflatz to stand there so they could sing to her and…" she trailed off, seeing that she wasn't making any sense. She decided to pass them off to Rory. "Ok, your turn," Lorelai said under her breath.

"Hello. I'm sorry, my mother has no manners. I'm Rory Gilmore," she said, sticking her hand out.

"I know who you are," Shira said coldly. Rory cringed and dropped her hand.

"Is this some sort of reception?" Mitchum asked tersely, surveying the room, which was rapidly becoming quieter as people blatantly watched the exchange.

"That isn't funny, Mitch," Shira huffed.

"It wasn't meant to be," Mitchum replied, a mirthless smile on his face.

"Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Shira demanded.

"Mom, Dad, what are you guys doing here?" Logan finally said. Lorelai's eyes snapped back and forth between Logan's parents and the kids.

"I'll tell you what," Shira said. "James Tarrington, Lisa and Harold's son, saw you and your friends at the pub laughing and talking, and he said that…girl….was draped all over you like a two bit floozy, and that is completely unacceptable, and you need to get it annulled this minute!" she barked, pointing at Rory.

Everyone gasped.

"Hey, don't come in here and yell at my kid," Lorelai said protectively.

Shira continued as if no one had spoken. "Well, girl, is it true? Logan? Were you or were you not wearing wedding rings? Answer me!" she demanded.

"Dammit, son, this is serious," Mitchum added.

Logan's face was slowly turning a dangerous red. Rory, in shock, wordlessly pulled the necklace from underneath her shirt. Random whistles and murmuring flooded the room as people regarded the set of rings with interest.

Babette couldn't help herself. "Honey, did you get married?" she blurted.

Lorelai held her breath, watching Rory.

Rory slowly shook her head and finally found her voice. "No, it was a false engagement… a trick we were playing on our friends…" she said hesitantly.

"Oh thank heavens for that," Shira said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"A simple misunderstanding," Mitchum said smoothly. "Mitchum Huntzberger, it's a pleasure," he said, extending his hand to Lorelai. She looked at him like he was crazy until he casually retracted his hand.

"No, Dad, it's not a simple misunderstanding," Logan said in a steely voice. "What the hell were you thinking, barging in here like that?"

"Son, you have to understand our concern. What you do, whatever messes you get yourself into, doesn't just affect you, it affects the entire Corporation," Mitchum said easily.

"Messes? How exactly are you construing this as a mess?" Logan said in disbelief.

"Honey, she's wearing some rather important jewelry around her neck, you must be able to see why that's disturbing to us," Shira said.

"No, I don't," Logan said.

"Logan, come on, let's take this somewhere else," Rory said, gently tugging on his arm and glancing around at the guests.

"No, Rory," Logan said, standing his ground. "No, we're having it out, right here, right now. Mom, Dad, you may be able to dictate my education and my corporate future, but you will not tell me who I can and can't love," he said vehemently.

Rory stared at Logan, unable to believe what he just said.

"Atta boy, tiger!" Babette cheered.

"I knew it, I told you!" Miss Patty said. "Five bucks, Andrew."

"Fine," Andrew said, paying up.

"Oh, this is absurd," Shira said, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm going to the car."

Mitchum watched her depart. "We'll discuss this later, Logan," he said sternly. He turned on one heel and followed his wife out the door.

The color was slowly fading from Logan's face as he stood there fuming.

Lorelai looked around. "Um…so, hey, Patty, Sookie, Babette, how about a lil' Andrews Sisters, hmm?" she said, gesturing for someone to turn the karaoke music back up.

"You kids go talk in your room, but when there's a quiet moment, you got some 'splainin to do!" Lorelai said quietly, pushing Logan and Rory through her bedroom door and shutting it behind them.


"God, they had no right…I mean, bursting in like that…they just..." Logan growled, pacing back and forth across Rory's bedroom.

"It's ok," Rory said, trying to calm him down.

"No, it's not ok. I mean, there's no justification for this kind of behavior, I don't care who they are. Damnable snobbery," he said, all worked up. He finally glanced at Rory, who looked a bit shell-shocked.

"I'm sorry," he said, walking over to her and giving her a brief hug. "Don't pay any attention to them," he said, gripping her shoulder comfortingly. "I mean, insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops."

"Arsenic and Old Lace," Rory said with a grin.

Logan finally smiled and dropped his hand. "Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep one night, so I watched a lot of Turner Classic Movies."

Rory simply smiled at him, not knowing what to say about his parents… but even more shocked by his inadvertent confession.

Logan sat on the edge of Rory's bed and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.

"Screw them. Let's do it," Logan said, looking up at Rory with a determined face.

"Angry sex is never a good idea, Logan," Rory said wryly.

"No, I don't mean that," Logan said, standing up. "I mean confirm their worst fears. Let's go to Vegas, get married by an Elvis impersonator," Logan said, smirking.

Rory's eyes widened. "Logan, come on. You're not serious."

"On the contrary, Ace. I'm deadly serious," Logan said, taking Rory's hands. "Whaddya say? Let's elope. Grab the guys and head to Vegas. We could even have an impromptu theme – Guys and Dolls. Pinstripe suits for the boys, a cute little Sarah Brown missionary number for you, and the best Adelaide Steph can come up with. I'm sure she can find some last minute Hotbox girls for bridesmaids."

Rory pulled her hands back and nervously folded her arms. "Logan, come on. I know you're angry at your parents, but don't joke about something this serious."

"Who's joking?" Logan insisted. "Come on, it'll be fun."

Rory suddenly began to get angry. "Fun? Fun? Logan, people don't get married for fun. I mean, I'm sure celebrities do it all the time, but this is real life, and in real life, people get married for love."

Logan raised his voice to match hers. "Didn't you hear me out there? I said I loved you in front of everyone!"

"Exactly, Logan!" Rory said, shouting now. "In front of everyone. As a bargaining chip against your parents. But you didn't tell me, Logan! You never told me."

"I love you. There, I've said it."

"God, you're not listening! You never listen!"

"I listen plenty. For example, I've been listening this whole time to see if you're going to say it back, and guess what? You haven't!"

"Well I'm sorry if I'm not saying what you want to hear, but your little declaration out there was more about you and your parents than you and me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that this is just another way for you to rebel against your parents, and I'm not going to be party to it."

"What are you saying, Rory?" Logan said, narrowing his eyes.

Rory sighed and looked down, lowering her voice back to a normal tone. "I don't know. It's just… when you say 'I love you'… I guess I just wanted you to say it naturally, you know, when you meant it and felt it and… I don't know," she repeated.

"Rory," Logan said, taking a tentative step forward and lifting up her chin. "I love you," he said.

Rory met his eyes and searched them for the truth. "I want to believe you," she said honestly.

"Believe me!" he said emphatically. "Come on, Ace," he said charmingly. "Whaddya say?"

Rory regarded him for a moment. "I say… that we're neglecting our guests," she said, walking backwards toward the door.

"Rory," Logan said, half-whining, half-smirking.

"Logan," she replied in a matching tone. She opened the door and walked back to the party.

"What about Vegas?" Logan said to her back.

"We'll discuss this later," Rory said, grinning in spite of herself.

Logan was unable to see her grin. "Discuss what? How much you love me?" he said jokingly, but with an undercurrent of doubt.

Rory turned around and put a hand on his cheek. "Guests, Logan. Guests," she said, briefly kissing him. He leaned in to try to make the kiss last longer, but she only flitted away.

Logan watched her mingle with the guests, trying to figure her out. Colin approached him.

"Dude, what was that all about?" Colin said.

Logan rubbed his chin. "I don't know, man. I don't know."


There you have it folks! Hope it was worth the wait. And, as always, do check out the Gilmore-isms on my profile for all the references. And I love to hear from you... your reactions, suggestions, completely random thoughts... so review please!

Next time, on The Fortune Cookie's Always Right: Rory attempts to explain things to Lorelai. Dean confronts Logan about what he saw that night, and Rory makes an important decision about her and Logan's future…