Dreaming – BT

Summary: Tristan falls asleep in class, his head spinning with the latest shut down from Rory. PJ Harvey tickets in hand, he drifts off in a day dream whose vividness makes him question his reality.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. I do not own BT or anything they produce. I do however own a very large and very strange imagination… But I'm willing to share.

Pairing: Implied Trory.

Rating: PG - PG13 (Nothing tough, just some fluff)

A/N: I love Trory's, and I love this song. Thanks to Katherine for sending it to me, and to the lovely site of for providing me with the lyrics for this. Uh, I love this song – however much my friends mock me for it. ENJOY!

Tristan walked into English. It was only yesterday that Rory had bluntly said no to his invitation to see PJ Harvey with him. What's more he still heard her last words echoing through his scull. "I hate him." She didn't have to just turn him down, but then she had to go running into the arms of that boyfriend grocer of hers.

The class quieted down as Tristan entered. It was typical; no one else had a life so they all watched his every move. He hated it. He would have loved to be able to just walk in unnoticed, and sit down quietly. He wanted what Rory had. Well almost, he was always watching her, maybe not directly, but when she walked into the class, he would feel the air around him lighten.

"Hey Tristan," cooed Summer.

"Summer," Tristan said not in the mood to play the role of Chilton's king.

"What are you doing Saturday? I heard Cole was planning a huge party."

Saturday was when he was planning on going to the concert with Rory. Feeling his whole day getting worse, he just answered "I think I might catch a movie."

"Want company?" She asked.

Tristan knew very well that she didn't want to go to a movie with him. He also knew that if he agreed he would sleep with her only to get the image of Rory out of his head. It's what he'd been doing sense she got here. All those girls, all the stories, everything was to get his mind off of her.

At first it was just him trying to convince himself that he didn't like Rory. She was attractive; he admitted that the first time he saw her. But she was an innocent, she was a Mary, and Tristan just didn't do Mary's. But when he felt himself slipping he tried using his popularity to convince her to be with him. Now he regretted it more than anything, as it was this tactic that lost her.

No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming

Tristan chose not to answer Summer. Taking a seat at the back, he watched Rory walk in. Her chocolate brown hair was slightly messy. None of the other girls that Tristan had dated would ever let their hair get that messy. She looked real. She looked slightly flushed, maybe she had been running. Tristan couldn't help but let his mind think of her boyfriend.

No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

Tristan watched at she took a seat near the front, and open her text book. Pulling out some pens she began to write in her note book.

As the teacher walked into the class Tristan let his head rest on his; there was no reason to pay attention. He was already failing the class, and he could always ask one of the girls for their notes.

He though about Rory, her innocence, and how he could teach her to become daring.


Walk with me,
The future's at hand.
Here with us,
Here where we stand.

What would the school think if they were a couple? It was already known by most that Tristan had a huge crush on some mystery woman. There were very few who knew it was Rory. He could take the constant glare of the world; he took it every time he changed girls. But Rory, he didn't know if she was strong enough. Could that be why she wouldn't go out with him?

We both know the power of pain,
We get back up and start it again.

Don't be silly, he told himself. She has a boyfriend. That's never stopped you before, the other part of his mind countered. Tristan let his eyes wonder to where Rory was holding her hand in the air, while scribbling down notes. Would she hate him if he proved to better than her bagboy?

With new hope, no place for tears,
Leave behind those frozen years.
Come with me and we'll go dreaming.

What if he was worse? He wondered, almost instantly his mind refuted; you worse than bagboy? Never.

We don't know how it can be,
Searching out dignity.

Bagboy could hardly compare to him. He was Tristan DuGrey. Why was she immune to his charm. If only she could be more like Summer or Cissy… Don't be silly, his mind told him, you like he for her innocence.

Like that kiss on the piano bench, it was the innocence that left him craving her. He had never kissed someone with such innocence.


Nothing can be as savage as love,
One taste is never enough.

If Rory was his, she would be happy. He convinced himself. She'd see that I'm better than bagboy, Tristan thought. I could show her what it's like to be loved.

With new hope, no place for tears.
Catch my hand and come with me.
Close your eyes and dream.

Oh my god. Tristan thought. I'm in love with Rory Gilmore. I'm only 17 and I'm in love with a girl who hates me. A girl who to her best of her efforts tried to ignore me.

No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

Tristan looked over at her. He loved the way she held herself; slightly slouched, yet attentive. She looked like she was ready to take anything on. Her body did all the communication for her. That's what he liked to think. That Rory's body spoke truth, while he mouth uttered lies.


No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

How else could he explain the kiss? It was sensational, he could still taste her on his lips. He was sure that she had felt the chemistry in that kiss just as he had.


Walk with me,
The future's at hand.
Here with us,
Here where we stand.

At that moment he had understood her, just as she had, he assumed, understood him. He was hurt over Summer, while she wasn't Rory, she at least treated him like a person – most of the time. And Rory, well Rory had just broken up with bagboy. They were both hurting, why couldn't she feel the same comfort that he felt with her by his side?


We both know the power of pain,
We get back up and start it again.

I'll just keep trying, Tristan told himself. One she's with me, she'll become alive. She's quiet, but I can open her up. I – I could help her. I could – No, he corrected himself. She could open me up. She could help me.


With new hope, no place for tears,
Leave behind those frozen years.
Come with me and the dream.

If only I could convince her. If I could just – She doesn't know, because she's just gotten back together with bagboy – Dean.

We don't know how it can be,
Searching out dignity.

But maybe, maybe she feels the same way. What if she's afraid? Bag-Dean was safe. Maybe she's afraid of getting hurt.


Nothing can be as savage as love,
One taste is never enough.

She could long for me, just like I long for her. That piano kiss wasn't one sided. She felt it, to her core. Running away – because she's afraid to love. B-Dean, she went back to him because he was safe. She doesn't need to be afraid with him, because – she knows him.


With new hope, no place for tears.
Catch my hand and come with me.
Close your eyes and dream.

So now, she'll just have to get to know me. No making-out in front of her locker, no more teasing, or smirking. I could be nice – show her that I care.

No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

I was always convinced that she would like me because everyone else does. Everyone loves the King of Chilton. Could she love Tristan DuGrey instead?


No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming
No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

She could.

We'll go dreaming.

She will.


We'll go dreaming.

She has to.


We'll go dreaming.

What else would she do?


We'll go dreaming.

I'm not an arrogant jerk.


We'll go dreaming.

I'm kind.


We'll go dreaming.

She likes kind.


We'll go dreaming.

I've never felt this way.


We'll go dreaming.

I love her.


We'll go dreaming.

Does she love me?

Catch my hand and come with me.
Close your eyes and dream.

"Mr. DuGrey." A stern voice echoed in his ear.

"Yes, sir?"

"May I ask why you're staring at Ms. Gilmore?"

No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming

"You may, sir."


No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming

"I don't need your attitude Mr. DuGrey, please report to the Head Masters."

No words, no talk.
We'll go dreaming

Tristan walked past Rory, for the first time not smirking. He was ready to answer the question. Luckily he didn't because telling the whole class that he loved her would seem like a joke. It wasn't, but as King, no one thought him capable of love. But he was; and he loved Rory Gilmore.

No pain, no hurt.
We'll go dreaming