AN: So a new story idea can sometimes take over the mind set a little, but as you can see here, I have not abandoned this story in favor of my new one. Now that I've gotten the first few chapters of Rediscovering Logan Huntzberger written, I can ease up a bit and try to divide my time more evenly among this story, that one and Family Affairs. Enjoy.

They had been holed up in Logan's room for hours, curled up in bed, talking about everything they had missed over the last seven months of each other's lives. The wind had died down a little, but the rain was still coming down in sheets.

Rory's stomach contracted, making an embarrassing gurgling sound. Logan smirked, trailing his hand from her hip down over the flat of her stomach. "Silly me, keeping you locked up in here with no food. I should know better than to let a Gilmore Girl go hungry."

He shifted his weight, preparing to get up off the bed, but she tangled her legs up in his, trying to trap him there. "Don't get up," she pouted.

Logan chuckled. "I can't get you dinner if I don't get up. Besides, as much as I'm loving this little bubble we've been in all afternoon, I think it's time we faced the firing squad."

"It's all just so…perfect. I don't want this moment to end."

"It is perfect," he agreed, his forehead pressed against hers, his fingers gently caressing the skin of her jaw. This was not who he ever expected to be—the guy happy to just snuggle with a girl—but he was pretty sure it was the best version of himself he'd ever been.

Rory's stomach growled again. She groaned in frustration, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Damn stomach."

"So, food?" Logan asked again with a laugh.

"Fine," she relented, rolling over and standing up. "Maybe Finn's still asleep and Colin will be too busy studying to realize we're there."

"Do you not want them to know?" he asked, narrowing his eyes apprehensively as he followed her out of bed.

"What? No!" she insisted. "I just wish we could stay in the bubble a little bit longer; just the two of us."

Logan smirked suggestively. "Oh, there will be plenty of time for just the two of us."

"Promise?" The look in her eyes was almost wistful, with just a hint of worry.

"Hey," he said, stepping towards her and cupping her cheek in his hand. "I promise. I know the last time we left the bubble, I screwed it all up, but I'm not going to do that again."

"I know, I trust you," she said, looking up into his eyes.

"Do you? Really?"

"Yes," she insisted, bringing her right hand up and resting it on his chest.

"Good, because you're stuck with me now," he teased. "I'm not letting you get away again."

Rory smiled. "Well then, we're in agreement."

"So," Logan said, taking his hand away from her face. "Are you ready to go out there?" He nodded his head towards the door to the common room.

She nodded her head in acquiescence, about to head for the door.

"Just one more thing first…" he stopped her.

"What's that?"

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, backing them up against the wall and leaning down for a bruising kiss. His tongue swept hungrily into her mouth. Her head tilted back to give him better access as their tongues dueled. He eventually pulled back, panting from lack of oxygen. He looked down at her with a smirk. Her eyes were closed, her lips pouty and swollen.

"Okay," he said. "Now we can go."

"See, now I'm having second thoughts. I think we should stay and do some more of that."

Logan laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door. He opened it and stepped out into the common room, with her trailing reluctantly behind.

"Good day, boys," he greeted his roommates cheerily. Finn was lying on the couch reading a magazine and Colin was at the table with his head stuck in a massive text book.

They both looked up, their faces registering confusion at Rory's presence.

"Uhh, Love…" Finn prompted.

"Hey, Finn," she greeted with a smile and a slightly spastic wave. As much as she wanted to be back on Logan's room snuggling and making out, she had to admit, the looks on Colin and Finn's faces were kind of worth it.

"Why are you wearing Logan's clothes?" he asked.

"Mine were wet."

"In the dirty sense?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows.

Logan scowled. He didn't like Finn thinking about anything dirty regarding Rory. "In the getting caught in the rain sense."

"So, you didn't defile her?" he asked Logan, sitting up and swinging his feet onto the coffee table, an amused look on his face.

"Uhh, Finn, I am a person, not a religious relic," Rory admonished, "I can't be defiled."

"But you two are all glowy and hand-holdy, so something's going on, right?" Colin asked.

"We are officially back together," Rory announced with a smile.

"I think for it to be truly official, you two need to root each other," Finn announced, with a leering smirk.

Rory shrugged her shoulders and turned to look at Logan. "Finn says," she grabbed his hand and pretended to start pulling him back towards the room playfully.

"Ace!" Logan scolded.

Colin was still wearing a befuddled look on his face. "Is this topsy-turvy world?" Since when did Rory make the suggestive comments while Logan looked embarrassed?

"Fine," Rory huffed, "I'm hungry anyway," was her only reply.

"Work up an appetite, did you, Love?" Finn asked, leaning forward with a grin and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Finn, stop, we didn't have sex."

"So, this just happened?" Colin asked, motioning back and forth between the two of them.

"A few hours ago," Logan confirmed.

Rory headed to the small kitchenette area of the suite, opening the mini fridge and rummaging through.

"So you haven't told anyone yet?"

"You guys get the news straight off the press."

Colin sighed. "I better go call Steph."

"What?" Rory's head popped up from the refrigerator. "No, I'm going to tell her."

"If she finds out I knew about this first and didn't tell her, Logan won't be the only one not having sex with his girlfriend," Colin explained.

Rory stood up with a huff, distracted by the grumbling in her stomach. "I'll call Stephanie, but I need something to eat first. You guys have nothing in there but beer, pickles and whipped cream—what is the whipped cream for anyway? You don't even have any ice cream."

"I'm sure Logan would be happy to explain it to you—with a demonstration," Finn supplied suggestively.

Rory was silent for a beat, before wrinkling up her nose upon realizing what the whipped cream was for. "Oh, eww," She turned to her boyfriend. "That doesn't sound sanitary. We're not doing that."

"We'll see," Logan replied, raising his eyebrows knowingly.

Rory sighed with exaggerated exasperation. "Dinner?" she queried, trying to change the subject back.

"The storm has died down enough," he said, looking out the window. "I'll take you out."

"Like this?" she replied incredulously, looking down at her clothes. "I can't go out dressed like this, I'm not…you know…" she glanced red-faced at Colin and Finn, realizing she had almost announced she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I think you look cute in my sweats," Logan told her. "And no one will know you're not...you know…" he mimicked her with a smirk.

"We know," Colin replied dismissively as he turned his attention back to his text book.

"What?" Rory cried, burying her face in Logan's side. Logan glared irritably at his friend.

"You have a terrible poker face, Love," Finn admitted.

Logan sighed wearily at his friends. "How about this—" he suggested to his girlfriend, "there are some chips in the cabinet. Take them back into my room, far away from these bozos and go call Steph. I'll order us some delivery."

"Chinese?" Rory requested.

"Sesame chicken?" he asked, making sure her usual order hadn't changed.

"And extra egg rolls," she requested.

"You got it!"

Rory took one last embarrassed glance at Colin and Finn before giving Logan a quick peck and heading back to his room. She grabbed the cordless off his desk and made herself comfortable on his bed before dialing.

"Hey, Steph," she greeted.

"Rory?" the voice on the other end of the line asked. "Why are you calling me from the boy's room?"

"Welllll," Rory drew the word out, smiling giddily. "There's something I have to tell you…"

Rory pulled her Prius into the driveway of her mother's home. It was Friday night. Her Grandparents had headed to Europe a few days ago as they always did during the month of December. Rory was supposed to have spent the entire week holed up in her dorm room in a finals induced hibernation, but exactly zero studying had been accomplished on Wednesday what with the making out and the cuddling and the Chinese food. She hadn't left Logan's room until almost midnight. And Thursday had mostly been spent daydreaming about what had happened on Wednesday.

Lorelai wasn't expecting her, but Rory knew she'd never get her concentration back if she felt like she was keeping a secret from her mother. She could have just called, but she felt like this was a conversation that needed to happen in person.

"Helloooooo" Rory called out as she entered her childhood home.

"Intruder!" Lorelai yelled from upstairs. "You can take anything you want…just don't mess up my pretty, pretty face."

"Anything?" Rory shouted back. "In that case I'll take the coffee pot, and that silver skirt you never let me borrow."

"Oh," Lorelai replied in a dismissive voice, appearing at the top of the stairs. "It's just you. I thought you were too busy contemplating the Trolley Problem and the different philosophical schools of thought related to it, to spend time with your Mommy."

"Well, I pulled the lever and now I'm wanted for murder, so I needed a place to hide out."

"Aww, and you thought of me to be your accomplice? I'm honored," Lorelai gushed taking a seat on the sofa.

"Technically, you'd be an accessory after the fact."

"Potato, potatoh," Lorelai waved her hand flippantly. "You want to tell Mommy why you're really here? Did you already learn everything there is to know? Do you now possess all the knowledge in the world? Can you tell me what the answer to life, the universe and everything is?"

"I just wanted to talk," Rory shrugged, ignoring her mother's babbling.

"About?" Lorelai prodded.

"This and that, nothing serious." She was anxiously walking back and forth in front of the coffee table, staring at her feet.

"Really? Because the pacing and the fidgeting can't be a by-product of a caffeine overdose. I started developing your tolerance in utero."

Rory finally took a seat on the couch next to her mother, forcing herself to meet her life-giver's gaze. "Logan and I are back together—as in boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh!" Lorelai replied in a high-pitched voice. It wasn't that she was surprised; far from it in fact; it was just that a part of her was still holding out hope that Rory would decide to join a nunnery and give up boys all together.

"I just couldn't stay mad at him," Rory replied with a dreamy look on her face. "And I think he's really proved that he's serious this time."

"Well, if he's proved himself," Lorelai stated uncertainly.

"He has. And there's more…" Rory added, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.

"More, okay. Wow," Lorelai's eyes were wide and dazed looking. "More than Logan being your boyfriend again? You're really all about the sharing tonight, kid."

"Well, I know it's kind of weird, but I want to be able to talk to you about anything…"

"I second that motion." Lorelai agreed. Sure it was awkward, but not as awkward as having Rory keep secrets from her. She'd just have to get through it…whatever it was.

"So, I always promised you I would come to you and talk to you when I was ready to…" Rory trailed off uncomfortably.

"Ready?" Lorelai queried. "Like ready to get a tattoo? A little motherly advice—don't get it on the small of your back," she was beginning to ramble. "When you get pregnant and bloat up like a beluga whale, it will get all stretched out and deformed."

"I know it seems fast…" Rory shifted in her seat. It was times like this when having your mother be your best friend was less than ideal.

"Fast? Rory, you've been back together for, like, two seconds."

"I know, but this thing with Logan and I has been a long time coming. The last couple of weeks, spending time with him again, even just as friends, it all feels so right."

"Great! Things are going well. Why change it?" Lorelai tried, grasping on to any little tendril she could find.

"Mom," Rory rolled her eyes.

"Look, I know he's…experienced, but if he doesn't respect you enough to…"

"He does!" Rory cut her off. "This isn't about him. He's not pressuring me."

Lorelai let out a breath. "I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be the cool Mom. And I know you're not a kid anymore. You're 19. I should consider myself lucky…"

"This is my decision, I promise. I'm not doing anything I don't want to do."

"I know, but you get why this is hard for me, right?"

"I do," Rory nodded understandingly. "And I promise to be super-duper safe. I'm going to the clinic tomorrow."

"Okay, but you know the pill takes a full month to kick in. And if you miss a dose, or you're sick or you don't store it properly, it might not be as effective. And it doesn't protect against STDs."

"I will use condoms."

"They can break."

"Which is why I will also be on the pill."

"Okaaaay," Lorelai acquiesced, gripping a throw pillow tightly to keep from screaming and threatening to lock her daughter in her room until she was 42. "Can I just make one more suggestion…"

"You may." Rory looked at her expectantly.

"Maybe you shouldn't be the only one to go to the clinic," Lorelai breathed out.

"You want Logan to go on the pill?" Rory asked jokingly. "I'm not sure how that would affect him. I mean, what if he grows man-boobs or something?"

"Well, assuming that's a turn-off for you, it might help…"

"Yeah, I think I've got it covered without making my boyfriend completely unappealing to my senses."

"I'm just saying…you're sleeping with everyone he's ever slept with. If the condom breaks, the pill won't keep you from getting The Clap."

"Logan does not have The Clap."

"I'm sure that's true. But it wouldn't hurt for him to get tested…just as an extra precaution."

"I can't ask him that…" Rory protested.

"Rory, if you can ask him to have sex with you, you can ask him to get tested for STDs."

Rory gnawed on her lip nervously. "You're right," she finally admitted.

"I am?" Lorelai asked. "I mean…I am" she repeated emphatically. "I know that I am, I was checking that you knew that I was."

"I promise," Rory conceded. "I will talk to him about it."

"Okay so…good talk." Lorelai concluded, hoping there weren't any more bombs in her daughter's arsenal tonight.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely…" Lorelai agreed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "Man, I feel like I should buy you a shot or something."

"How about we go to Westin's and I let you buy me a rum ball?" Rory suggested.

Lorelai stood up. "Perfect. Grab your coat—two rum balls, coming up."

Rory sat cross-legged on her bed, anxiously listening to the phone ring. "Hey, Ace" Logan picked up.

"Hi," she squeaked.

"This isn't a booty-call is it?" he joked, referring to the late hour. It was almost midnight.

"I was just wondering what you were doing tomorrow?"

"I've got to work on my final essay for my Russian Lit class. Why? Miss me already?"

"Well," Rory said hesitantly, chewing on her cuticle. "I was wondering if you wanted to do something with me."

"I think I could manage to carve out a little time for my girl," he replied smoothly. "Lunch?"

"Actually…I kind of have an appointment and thought you could come with me."

"What kind of appointment?" he asked furrowing his brow.

"Umm, one at the health clinic…"

"You want me to go with you to the health clinic? Are you that short on free time to spend with me?" he joked.

"I just thought that…I mean, if you don't mind…that you could…" she stuttered.

"Ace, come on. Spit it out." Logan said, half in amusement and half in exasperation.

"I want you to get tested." She said quickly.

"What?"

Rory sighed. "I'm going tomorrow to get a prescription for the pill and I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea if you got tested for STDs. It's not that I don't trust you and…"

"Ace," Logan cut her off.

"I'm sorry," she said meekly. "I insulted you, I didn't mean…"

"Hey, it's fine," he assured her. It was kind of cute that she was so nervous about this. Plus, this meant she really was serious about being ready to have sex. "I'm only insulted that you would think I wouldn't have taken care of that already."

"Already? It's been two days."

"Rory, I'm not stupid, I've been getting a regular STD check twice a year since I first started having sex. And I haven't slept with anyone since the last time I got checked. Although it's entirely possible I caught something that night I crashed in Finn's bed," Logan added jokingly. "So if you want me to get checked again, I will."

"Oh," Rory replied succinctly, the relief washing over her. Both to be done with the conversation, and with the knowledge that Logan had imparted on her. "Okay."

"Okay…you want me to get tested again?"

"Umm, yeah. Sure." She replied. It wasn't that she wasn't satisfied with the test he'd already had, but there was something comforting about the thought of them going to the clinic together. And the idea of him doing this just for her made her feel special. It reconfirmed her resolve that taking this step with him was right. He was being so patient and supportive.

"Alright," Logan agreed.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked. Despite the awkwardness that still hung in the air, Rory felt her lips curve up into a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ace," he promised.

AN: Ahh, fluff and awkwardness. In all honesty, I do much better with angst, but it's good for me to break out of that sometimes. And this squeaky clean, young version of R&L is a fun change of pace from my usual. Hope you enjoyed. I promise, the smut is coming. Not next chapter, but should be the one after that.

Review please ;)