I blink a few times as I wake up, and look around mom's living room. Lane is curled into a little ball near Finn, and Paris is stretched out next to Colin and Steph. I glance over at the chair mom and Luke were in, and smile when I realize they too, slept in the living room. When I glance over to where Logan was sitting next to me, I notice him standing on the porch talking into his cell phone. I stretch, and wrap the blanket around me, making my way outside.

"Dad, Rory and I have never talked about marriage." He insists. "She wants to finish school."

I smile softly at him as I move towards the swing, tilting my head at him. 'No luck?' I mouth.

He shakes his head, listening intently. "Dad, I have a mid-term that afternoon. I can't go into Hartford to sign a pre-nup." He sighs, and sits down next to me. "Yeah, she's right here." He says, exasperated, then sits up straighter. "You want to what?" he pauses, glancing at me. "Yeah." He holds out the phone. "He wants to talk to you."

"I haven't had any coffee." I tell him carefully.

He nods. "I know."

I take the phone slowly, and hold it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Rory, this is Mitchum Huntzberger."

I roll my eyes. "I figured as much when Logan called you Dad." I tell him sharply.

Logan's eyes go wide. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mitchum's voice clips.

I sigh. "I haven't had any coffee this morning, and yesterday, I found out my family is trying to inexorably alter my life without consulting me. I'm more than a little snippy." I offer.

"That's no excuse for being impolite."

"If you were in any way, shape or form worried about politeness you wouldn't be trying to force Logan and I to get married. We've tried to tell you, we've never discussed it. Ever. I want to finish school first."

"Young lady, I have to insist that you speak to me in a more civilized tone."

I breathe a few times. "Mr. Huntzberger, don't patronize me. I'm not a child. You're trying to force me to marry your son. Don't get me wrong, he means a lot to me, but I'm not ready for marriage."

"That's not your decision to make dear. The two of you have dallied long enough." I glance at Logan quickly. 'Dallied?' I mouth.

Logan winces. "He's a little archaic." He whispers.

'Apparently.' I mouth back.

"Miss Gilmore, are you listening to me?" Mitchum asks.

"No." I admit.

"We're going to have to work on that."

I groan. "Okay, so, remember how I said I haven't had any coffee yet?" I ask.

"I do." He sounds confused.

"I blame that for this: Why the hell should I have to listen to you if you don't listen to me?"

"Dear, I have listened to every word you've said."

I laugh. "No, you haven't. Because if you'd listened, you would have accepted that Logan and I are not ready to get married."

"You have six months to get ready."

I close my eyes. "I'm giving the phone back to Logan now." I mutter, shoving the phone in his face and pulling the blanket around myself more tightly.

He takes it, and lifts it to his ear. "Um…Dad? I'm not Rory." He smiles. "Yes, I heard what she said to you…I can't do that Dad…because I agree with her…Dad…hang on." He glances at me. "What are you doing Tuesday?

I grimace. "I had planned to get some studying in, but something tells me we're being summoned to Hartford." I offer.

He nods, and turns back to the phone. "We'll be there…yeah, six…bye." He ends the call. "You've got guts Ace." He offers, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I lean into him. "Is my being snippy at your dad going to change his mind?"

"No."

I shrug. "Then I might as well take it out on him. It's his fault, he should have to deal with it."

"So, any idea what we're up to today?"

I smile. "Lane's not up yet."

"She didn't even hint?"

I shake my head. "Personally, I'm just hoping it doesn't involve manual labor. Hep Alien has a gig tonight – may I just mention I'm missing it because of our little dinner – and they usually have a hard time getting the equipment taken over."

"Hep Alien?" I glance up to see his eyebrow lift.

"Her band. She plays drums."

He nods. "We could go to that instead of dinner."

I laugh. "Because a proposal at a punk concert is exactly what your mother and my Grandma want to tell the ladies of the DAR."

He squeezes my shoulders. "But would it make a good second date? Seeing as how Lane is planning our first one this morning."

I nod. "It would have, yeah."

I close my eyes as he touches his lips to mine softly. "Then we'll go anyways." He whispers. So long as you have the ring on, they don't need to know what we actually did, right?"

I smile sadly. "Logan, they made the reservations. If we don't show, we'll never hear the end of it."

He sighs. "I know, it's just…damn it Ace, it would have been nice to go through this whole thing on our own timetable, you know?"

I bury my face in his chest. "Yeah, I do." I whisper.

"Stop moaning you two, you still have like, seven hours left before you have to get engaged!" Lane's voice chirps from the door.

I glance over and grin as she hands each of us a cup of coffee. "Thanks for the reminder." I mutter.

She smiles. "No problem. And hey, be happy. Since you won't be able to enjoy the concert, I'm not even going to make you guys be my roadies for the day."

Logan laughs a bit, and smiles when she lifts her eyebrows. "Sorry, Ace hinted you might think about doing that."

She grins. "No, I'm going to make your friends help me. Are they any good at heavy lifting?"

Logan winces. "They're good at calling companies to do it for them, if that counts."

She shakes her head. "Not really, no."

"Then no."

"Huh. That's going to make today difficult for them then, isn't it?"

"Pretty much."

I lift my hand. "Hey Lane? Plans?"

She smiles. "In a minute, your mom is setting up."

"For the first part." She shrugs. "I'm doing sort of a scavenger hunt…well, not really, but that's the closest thing I could come up with. Everyone is helping."

I see Logan's eyes narrow. "Everyone?"

She sighs. "I've been assigned to supervise Finn. Is there a specific reason he needs to be supervised?"

I glance at Logan, who's nodding. "Just don't let him get too creative." He offers. "It could get…well it would take too long and we'd be late for dinner."

"That's a bad thing?" I mutter.

"Normally no, but do you really feel like spending the day at the hospital explaining to a bitchy nurse how he managed to get a whole banana down his throat?"

I stare at him. "Seriously?"

"There's a reason he's rarely alone. Amazing friend, just, you know, has issues with reality. We're hoping that eventually someone will calm him down."

I nod slowly, and look at Lane. "Okay, so what's the first step?"

My mom pokes her head out of the house. "They're all gone except Finn, Luke said he'd cover the diner for you."

She nods, and turns back to us. "Logan and Rory, this is your life." She grins, and gestures at the front door. "Have fun." She grabs Finn's arm as he steps out of the house, and I glance at Logan carefully.

"If this doesn't inspire you to run for the hills, nothing will." I tell him calmly.

"Why?" he glances at the house.

"I have a really strange feeling about this."