Learning

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Summary: Part of my Season 5 One Shot Series… They're still learning.

A/N: OK so I recently found this fanfiction I wrote last year. For any of you who have read Fade to Black, it is just like that, only it was for Season 5. I was thinking of posting them all together as one big story, but now I think I will just post them separately since I don't really like all of them. I'm just going to post the ones I like best. I didn't change anything, I just proofread. It was sort of fun reading what I had written, and what I thought would happen… because, well now we know what happened. Yes, anyway, I'm sure you just want me to get to the story.

He rolled over in his bed, when the shrill sound of his alarm clock woke him up. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. He had trouble falling back asleep after she left his apartment. He just couldn't stop thinking that he should have tried harder to get her to stay.

He opened his eyes and squinted right away, because the sun was making the room too bright to see. It wasn't quite fall yet, and the sun was still rising early, lighting up his room. He had forgotten to close the curtains last night, after he watched her walk down the street, when she left his apartment.

He sat up, and rubbed his eyes, before finally standing up. He had to get up. He had to go open the diner. He had to clean up the mess from last night's victory party.

God, the victory party.

The diner was probably a mess. There was probably streamers, and confetti all over the place. There were probably cups and crumbs all over the floor, right beside the cake that had been dropped by Kirk or someone, and never picked up. The chairs and tables had probably all been moved, and he'd have to go and put them in their right place. The napkin dispensers and the salt and pepper shakers had probably been knocked off the tables. The salt and pepper were probably all over the floor, keeping the cake company.

God, now he sounded like Lorelai.

And that thought back him back to the fact that he really should have tried harder to get her to stay. It's not like he feel asleep after she left anyway. He had probably been up for hours, just thinking about her, and how he wished he had made her stay with him.

She was beautiful, and amazing, and so completely Lorelai… and she was his. And she came up to his apartment, with champagne, and she had on that perfume that he had absolutely loved. God, he should have turned on a light before he answered the door. Then, she would have stayed.

He went over to the kitchen, got a cup from the cupboard, and filled it with water. He drank the whole thing in one sip, and put the glass back down. He sighed and headed downstairs.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of disaster the town had left him with. It'd probably take hours to clean up.

Why had he ever agreed to left them have a party at his diner?

Because Lorelai had asked him to. Everyone knew he couldn't say no to her. As much as he'd never admit it, he knew it, too. When she was happy, he was happy, and it was that simple. Even if it meant that he had to wake up early and spend the morning cleaning.

He walked down the steps, and rubbed his forehead. He had the worst headache. He always got headaches when he didn't sleep, but this one seemed even worse than usual. He stopped before going behind the curtain, half expecting the diner to be burnt to the ground or something.

He sighed, and pushed the curtain aside. He froze, completely shocked at what he saw.

He entered the diner, and looked around. He looked under and over the tables, in the kitchen, and behind the counter.

It was spotless. It was even cleaner than it had been the morning before. But, what? Who? When?

He was looking in the storage room, when he heard the bells ring. But, he hadn't even unlocked the door yet.

He knew who it was.

"Lorelai?" He called from the storage room.

"Jackson woke me up at 4 in the morning today. I need coffee. Without it I will die… die, die, die… and then, you will go bankrupt… and Rory will be sad… and… I'm too tired to think of anything funny or charming, so could I just have some coffee?" She babbled on.

He walked out into the diner, scratching his head, looking at her like your crazy.

"Hey Mister, you're still in your pajamas." She said, pointing. "I think Taylor has about ten rules against that."

"Well, I'm sure he'll bring it up at the town meeting." He said, sitting on the stool beside her, and putting a hand on her thigh.

"Hi." She smiled. "Coffee?" She asked, sweetly.

"Did you clean all of this?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She said, like it was no big deal. "Coffee, now?"

"All of this? You cleaned all of it?" He asked.

"Yes, Luke, I cleaned all of it… Now, can I have some coffee?"

"By yourself? You cleaned it all by yourself?"

"Yes! Now, please Luke… please, can I have coffee?" She begged.

"Why?"

"Because I need it! I'll die." She said, dramatically.

"No… Why'd you clean it?"

"Clean what?"

"The diner." He said, like it was so obvious.

"Well, I wasn't going to make you clean it." She said, like it was so obvious.

"What?"

"You thought I'd make you clean it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"I made you let us use the diner, I woke you up when you were trying to sleep… I wasn't going to make you have to clean up everything, too." She said.

He looked at her for a while, with a slight smile on his face.

"I guess I'm still learning."

This isn't my favorite of the series, but I just thought I'd post it. I'm not really sure why, but hey, why not, right?

So yeah, I basically have one written for every single episode of Season 5.

Any suggestions on which you'd like to read next?

And also, a review would be nice. Thanks.