Dorms weren't supposed to be outfitted with memory foam mattresses, 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, and down pillows. But Rory wasn't complaining. It was no wonder Logan was able to get so many girls to sleep with him. They just wanted to experience the luxury of this bed. If she could wake up here every day, she would—with or without Logan; though with was better.

She stretched out, relishing in the feel of the silky-smooth fabric gliding over her bare legs. She knew she wasn't supposed to let all the trappings of the lifestyles of the rich and famous go to her head, but this bed was seriously heaven.

The door opened and Logan walked in carrying two cups of coffee. "My hero," Rory gushed jokingly as she propped herself up on her forearm.

"I try," Logan shrugged, leaning down for a kiss before handing her the mug. Rory took it, sitting the rest of the way up and watching voyeuristically as Logan shed his robe and climbed back into bed in nothing but his boxers-briefs.

Rory's over-sized t-shirt had slid off her shoulder and Logan leaned in to nibble on the exposed skin. Rory groaned and leaned her head back in pleasure for a moment before shaking him off.

"No!" she said. "I've got coffee."

"So?" Logan queried with a shrug of his shoulders.

"So, third degree burns would not be conducive to future sexcapades," she reminded him.

"Easy problem to fix," he stated, reaching for her cup with a mischievous smile.

"Hey!" Rory protested, pulling the cup out of his reach. "Never take coffee from a Gilmore Girl. How long have you known me?"

"Long enough to know how to push all your buttons," he replied with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrows.

"You say that like it's a good thing."

"Oh, it is," he assured her, he set his own cup on the desk by his bed, then slid his hand under her shirt, caressing up her side and over the curve of her breast. "This button, for example," he suggested as he gently tweaked her nipple. "I think you'd agree, is a very good button."

Rory moaned, her eyes closing and rolling back in her head as her further teased her nipple to a hardened point.

"Can I take that coffee yet," he asked as he leaned in to place another kiss in the crook of her neck.

"Mmm," was the only sound that emanated from her lips as she hastily handed over the mug, a few splashes of coffee indeed sloshing over the rim. Luckily not hot enough to burn.

Logan took the mug and without even looking, reached his hand behind him and placed it next to his on the desk and within moments, even Rory Gilmore wasn't thinking about coffee anymore.

"Can't she just tell her Mom she's staying at your place?"

"Mrs. Kim knows the dorms are coed. She's praying for me," Rory informed him.

"If coed dorms are bad, imagine how much praying she'd have to do if she knew you were currently half naked, curled up in bed with your extremely attractive boyfriend." Logan waggled his eyebrows.

"I think she needs to pray for you and your ego."

Logan chuckled. "Well, what if Lane had some sort of meteor shower or something to watch for her astronomy class."

"There are no astronomy classes at Adventist college. That would imply the universe is old."

"Jeez, is this woman Lane's mother, or her warden?"

"Oh come on, we need to think of something. This is a huge opportunity for Lane. I thought you of all people would be good at coming up with excuses."

"You only need to come up with excuses if your parents care where you go or what you do."

"Point taken," Rory conceded. They were both silent for a few minutes as they contemplated a proper excuse for Lane to tell her mother. She and her band, Hep Alien, had been booked to perform at CBGB in Manhattan; a hugely influential venue that had launched the careers of dozens of famous musicians. But her mother didn't even know she was in a band, and certainly wouldn't approve if she did.

Logan idly twirled Rory's hair as she snuggled into his side. "How about this…" Logan eventually broke the comfortable silence.

"Huh?" Rory mumbled, having almost fallen back asleep.

"What if one of her classmates was sick and she had to go over there to help take care of her,"

"Hmm-" Rory contemplated this. "That's good. That's almost something…" she paused, pushing herself up on her elbow. "Where's this girl's family though?"

"I don't know," Logan shrugged. "Work trip?"

"Hmm…" Rory replied noncommittally, collapsing back into the bed. "I'll bring it up to Lane. I think we can work with this."

"Good. Now Finn offered up his SUV, but I was thinking it might be safer to take the train."

"Take the train where?" she asked as she snuggled back into his side.

Logan furrowed his brow. "To the city."

"What are we going to the city for?"

"For Lane's gig," he replied obviously.

"It's one o'clock on a Tuesday night." She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him.

"Yeah?"

"In Manhattan."

"Yeah."

"I have a quiz the next day."

"Rory," Logan scolded, sitting up slightly to face her. "Your best friend's band is playing at CBGB. This is huge."

"But…"

"you seriously weren't planning to go?"

"Well, I just didn't think…"

"Ace."

"What about my classes?"

"You're in college. Time to learn how to pull an all-nighter."

Rory sighed. "I guess. I mean, it is just a quiz." She laid back on the bed, gnawing on her lip nervously. It was against her nature to be dismissive of anything school related. She'd never even skipped a class.

"That's the spirit of academic mediocrity." Logan joked. Rory glared at him. "I'm just saying," he placated, "there's more to life than grades. 10 years from now no one's going to care if you got a B on a quiz."

"You think I'm going to get a B?" she asked, eyes wide and immediately panicked at the thought.

Logan just shook his head with a chuckle. He loved that Rory was so focused, but she needed to learn to relax every once in a while, and he was more than up to the task of teaching her how.

"You want a drink?" Logan asked loudly in her ear over the sound of the punk band on stage.

Rory shook her head, taking in the room around her. It was smaller than she expected, and not nearly as crowded. There were maybe two dozen people, including an older couple at a table up front.

She followed Logan to the bar, looking at the stickers and graffiti plastered all over. The walls, booths, tables, bars-every inch of the place was practically wallpapered with it. The Ramones, Blondie, The Talking Heads and dozens of other influential rock bands were there. The Strokes were on the wall at least three times. And they'd all stood on the same stage that her best friend was about to play on. Her concerns about a stupid English Lit quiz suddenly seemed absurd.

"Come on," Logan handed her a glass of soda, and took his scotch before guiding them over to a table halfway towards the stage where two guys and a girl she didn't recognize were sitting.

"Rory, this is Ben, Gavin, and Courtney," he introduced. "Guys, this is Rory."

Ben looked enquiringly between the couple. "So it's true…" he said. "Some poor girl finally got stuck with you?"

"I wore her down with sheer determination and ridiculously good looks."

"Do you realize what you got yourself into?" Ben asked, turning his attention to Rory.

"Unfortunately, I do." Rory nodded.

"I'm just checking, because I shared a room with this guy at Andover and, well, I saw some things that could make even a professional blush."

Logan kicked Ben's chair. "Are you trying to get me dumped?"

"I'm just making sure there's informed consent here."

"I assure you, consent is not an issue," Logan replied with an eyeroll as he pulled out a seat for Rory and then sat down himself.

Gavin, who had his arm draped casually over Courtney's shoulder, looked impressed. "Logan Huntzberger in love, never thought I would see the day."

Rory tensed slightly for a moment. They hadn't discussed the "L" word since Mohegan Sun. He hadn't pressed her about her feelings since then, but then again he hadn't even said it himself either. She wasn't sure if that was because he didn't want to pressure her, or because he wasn't really sure he felt that way. She turned to glance at Logan and she thought she saw his smile falter for a minute, but then it was back.

"What can I say?" he shrugged. "I like to be unpredictable."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before the girl, Courtney, spoke."So, Rory, you're friends with the band?"

"Well, not this one—" she nodded at the stage. "Hep Alien. They're up next."

"Are they any good?"

"They're great," Rory assured the group.

Logan leaned in bumping his shoulder with hers. "Courtney's godfather is Jimmy Iovine," he informed her.

"Jimmy Iovine?" Rory repeated, eyes wide with incredulity.

"The one and only," Courtney replied nonchalantly.

"Where's everyone else?" Gavin asked, changing the subject.

"Finn's trying to find parking, and Colin and Steph stopped to talk to Jenn and Doug on the way in." He nodded his head in the direction of their friends.

"Jimmy Iovine?" Rory asked again to no answer.

"Did you introduce your girl to Laura yet?" Gavin asked with a glint in his eye.

Logan scoffed. "Laura's here?"

"Charisma invited her."

"Who's Laura?"

"Laura's your boyfriend's number one fan."

Logan shook his head. "Laura Fallon. Our mothers tried to set us up back in high school. To this day every time our families are together at an event, she and Shira talk about the kind of flowers we're going to have at our wedding," he informed her with a wry smile.

Rory attempted to push the feeling of jealousy down as she looked around the room trying to pinpoint this Laura. She noticed Finn had finally gotten here and was talking to a group of guys over in the corner. How many of the people here did Logan know?

"How many people did you invite?" she asked.

"I don't know," Logan shrugged, "a bunch."

"So, is everyone here a friend of yours?"

"Friend might be a bit of a stretch," he admitted as his eyes scanned the room. "And umm, I don't know those people." He pointed to the older couple in the front. The man was wearing a suit and tie and the woman was dressed in a floral blouse buttoned all the way up. The man bore a striking resemblance to Brian from the band and she deduced they were his parents.

Rory immediately felt a twinge of guilt. If they hadn't come, the club would be practically empty. It had never even crossed her mind that there might not be a crowd—even after midnight on a Tuesday.

"I should go say 'hi' to Lane," Rory told Logan, standing up from her seat.

"Tell her I said to break a leg," he said with a smile, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips.

Rory stood there, her eyes scanning the club, not exactly sure where she was supposed to go. "Over there," Logan pointed towards a curtain to the right of the stage. Rory looked hesitant. "Don't worry, I don't think anyone's going to stop you tonight; and if they do—just flirt."

Rory gave her boyfriend a look. "Have you met me?"

"Right," Logan acknowledged with a laugh. He stood up to join his girlfriend. "We'll be back," he told the table. He took Rory's hand and they headed towards the backstage area, ducking through the curtain without any trouble.

Lane was buzzing around the room, drumming her drumsticks all over the walls. "Rory!" she squealed excitedly as soon as she noticed her friend's presence. "I'm so hyped."

"So I can see." She laughed. "Lane, you remember Logan," she re-introduced.

"Of course."

"And Logan, this is Gil, Zach, and Brian."

"Totally rad to meet you," Gil turned from perusing the stickers all over the walls to shake Logan's hand.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Hey, did you see Blondie anywhere?" Lane asked Gill as he went back to looking at the walls. Lane was bursting with untamed energy.

"No, I think they repainted at some point."

"Repainting is so not rock 'n' roll," Lane exclaimed as she continued to beat her drumsticks rhythmically around the room, hitting Zach as he walked by.

"You have seriously got to stop that," he groaned angrily.

"Sue me."

"Hey, here are the Strokes!" Gill called out.

"Yawn," Zach griped.

"I'm with him," Logan nodded his head at Zach with a laugh. "I already saw the Strokes twice outside."

"Three times," Rory informed him.

"Hey, you almost done?" Zach asked Brian who was sitting in the corner ignoring everything but his bass. "You've been tuning for a half-hour."

"Almost. Jeez I'm nervous," he admitted.

"We should probably not tell them about Jimmy Iovine's goddaughter," Rory whispered to Logan with a laugh

"What?" Lane's head turned and her drumsticks stalled.

"My cousin Jim and his wife Irene are having a daughter." Logan said.

Lane made a confused face at the seemingly random comment.

"Here, do it for me…" Brain handed his bass to Zach. "My hands are shaking like the Pope." He turned to the room. "So do we get to sign the wall?" he asked.

"Oh, we are signing the wall," Lane vowed. "It's the whole reason to be in the band. That and the loose chicks."

"Oh, well, no one told me about the loose chicks," Logan bemoaned. "Maybe I would have joined a band."

"Right—because you've had so much trouble getting girls in your life."

"I had trouble getting you," Logan replied with a wink.

"Oh well, yeah. I mean, I totally would have given it up sooner if you'd played the guitar." Rory smiled goofily.

"What is this?" Zach waived his hands at the two of them, having finished tuning the bass and given it back to Brian. "This lovey-dovey crap is so not rock 'n' roll."

"I disagree. Love is totally rock 'n' roll," Gill argued.

"Not this sappy love though. Rock 'n ' roll love is passion and pain."

"I think it's sweet-and sweet love can be totally rock 'n' roll. The love ballad is a classic."

"Love ballads are lame."

"'More Than Love' is lame? 'Wild Horses' is lame? 'When I See You Smile?' 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love?'"

"Yeah," Zach nodded. "They're lame."

"Hey, I like 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love,'" Brain added.

"You also like Sarah McLachlan," Zach snapped.

"Hey! Here are the Strokes again," Gill called out, pointing at the wall.

"Yeah, they're over there too," Zach said dully, waving his hand dismissively across the room.

"Man, they're over exposed, even on walls," Brain added, nervously taking a puff of his inhaler.

"Hey guys," a man with a clipboard walked into the backstage area.

"You're up in five," he told them.

"Oh my god," Lane squealed excitedly. "We're playing CBGB!"

"I'm glad your Mom bought the sick friend story," Rory piped in

"Hook line and sinker," Lane agreed. "Thanks, Logan."

"My pleasure," he replied smoothly. "We should probably let you get ready, though."

Rory wasn't quite ready to leave them. "You're playing CBGB," she squealed to Lane and the two of them started jumping up and down together excitedly for a minute.

"Are you done with the bouncing yet?" Zach asked, annoyed.

Lane and Rory finally calmed down. "For now" Lane retorted.

"Kick butt," Rory told her friend reassuringly.

"Hey, this is rock 'n' roll, learn to say ass."

"Kick ass, Zach," Rory said with a sickeningly sweet smile, taking Logan's hand and heading back out to the floor.

"I like them," Logan laughed as they made their way back to the table just as the band came out.

"Come on," Rory said, pulling Logan back up before he'd even finished sitting and dragging him to the dance floor where Finn already was. She hooted and hollered as Zach stepped up to the mic and shouted, "Good Evening, New York. We're Hep Alien."

She was glad she came. She couldn't imagine missing this for the world.

AN: Was anyone else pissed in the original show that Rory didn't go to Lane's show at CBGB? I mean, that's HUGE. A best friend should be there for something like that. Anyhow, now she did, so yay! And there was some nice Rory/Logan fluff. Of course everything may seem all good between them but don't forget there's still that one big issue-the "L" word. Logan's trying to be okay with not hearing it but it's gotta sting. How much longer can he go without hearing it back? And how much longer can Rory go without saying it? I mean we all know she does. Silly, commitment-phobic Rory. Thanks for reading, please leave a review!