AN: First I would like to thank Droolia for giving me the idea for the name of the chapter.
This chapter is quite a bit longer than my other ones. There was no way to shorten it without cutting the story weirdly. I would also like to note that there is indeed a lot of original dialog from the episode *I DO NOT OWE THIS MATERIAL*. I didn't leave it exactly like the episode, because how boring would that be?
I hope y'all enjoy. Please let me know how you like it.

"Father you know you didn't have to come, the party is so Rory can meet her fellow students." Finn was getting sick of his father's sour attitude towards the whole night.

It had started earlier that night when he was insulting Rory's grandparents, "Bloody rude they are. I tell you, they have no proper training. Why the hell would they only give a week's notice?" He was actually mad because his afternoon meeting fell through leaving his evening wide open; meaning he was being forced by Finn's mother to attend the Gilmore dinner party.

"I don't know PJ; I assume it was a spur of the moment kind of thing." His mom was the only person, other than his Nana, to be able to call his father PJ and not get sucker punched. His Father was Phineas Robert Morgan Jr, but his mother had started calling him PJ back when they went to Yale together. "Now stop being rude. You know you would have been a lot more put off if they didn't invite us. You're just being an ass because of work. I expect you to be over this by the time we get there. Now stand still so I can fix your tie."
Finn's mother was also the only one who could calm his father down. She had some secret way with just her words that would leave his father dead silent. She didn't even have to raise her voice; she just had to look at him a certain way and put together the sentence a specific way and he was hers to command. Finn knew he wanted a wife just like his mom one day; a woman with a commanding presence; one who wouldn't be afraid to tell him how it was.

His father had calmed down a bit, but he still looked like he had a sick up his ass.

"Now Finn, you know I wish for your father to be here. I expect you two to be civil to each other tonight." His mom's voice was stern but soft.

They had finally made it to the Gilmore house; the place was impressive.

They made their way to the door and were greeted before they even knocked.

The maid took their coats and led them into the main scene. Finn immediately saw at least ten guys from Yale that he knew and another ten or fifteen that he recognized. Upon further examination of the room Finn realized that this wasn't a normal dinner party.

As if reading his mind his mother leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Looks like Emily and Richard are auctioning off their granddaughter to the highest bidder. I swear I'm never seen such a sausage-fest."

"Mother!" Finn laughed. He looked around again, "God what, did they think she wouldn't notice that there's a few more blokes than Sheilas here?"

They started mingling, his father had found a group of his golfing buddies and his mood had improved substantially. His mother had kept him by her side, bragging about how handsome he was to her friends.

After a short while Emily Gilmore had gotten everyone's attention as she came down the stairs, Rory alongside of her.

Rory looked amazing. She had on a dark green and black dress with a sweetheart cut and thin straps. Her hair was pulled into a bun onto of her head exposing the whole of her neck. Finn couldn't breathe for a moment. She looked good in the LDB dress Logan got her, but he had been a bit too drunk to get the whole effect. Tonight she was the center of attention; well at least his.

His mother leaded into him again, "Wow Finn isn't she beautiful?"

All he could do was nod his head. He wanted nothing more than to go over to her and express his affections, but he had seen Logan on the other side of the room a moment ago. God he hated this whole thing. He wished he didn't care about Logan's feelings. In truth he didn't too much; he just knew that Logan could be quite vindictive and would stop at nothing to make Finn's life hell if he tried to get Rory while he was after her.

He didn't realize that his mother was still looking at him, "Dear son of mine, you have not taken your eyes off that girl since she entered the room." The suspicious tone in his mother's voice told him she had connected the dots, "Am I detecting an infatuation?"

He didn't say anything; he just smiled.

"Finn!" He heard Logan call him out to the patio.

The party had been going on for a good while and Finn had decided to mill about the crowd. His mother had gone off to be with his father to give him some person space. She knew he took on a different persona when he was around his friends. She never faulted him for it; she understood the whole situation. It was one of the reasons their relationship was so strong

"Finn!" He heard him again.

He turned and saw Rory standing with Logan. "You rang?" he asked as he made his way to where they were.

"Time for a change of venue," Logan said as he smiled and headed towards the house.

"Oh, fantastic," Finn started. He was getting awfully bored of talking to parents. He looked at Rory, "Do I know you?"

She smiled, "Very funny Finn. You look handsome tonight."

"Nothing compared to how stunning you look." He put his arm out for her to grab, "Where to your highness?" he asked nodding to the tiara on her head when she gave him a confused look.

She slapped him playfully on the chest before resting her hand in the crook of his arm, "It's not funny Finn; I feel absolutely ridiculous."

"Don't luv, you look wonderful." He gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "So where shall we go to escape this horrid affair?"

"There's a pool house over here," she pointed to the back of the house.

"Pool house it is then," Finn replied, leading her in the direction she pointed.

The party in the pool house was much more entertaining than the snooze fest in the main house. Finn had found his seat next to Rory on the couch and enjoyed the selection of alcohol the room had to offer.

Rory was like a Grecian princess surrounded by male attendants. Logan had just offered her more drink.

"Sure why not?" she replied with a smile.

"Because drinking is bad. It's very very bad and we're bad for doing it." He looked at Rory" Spank me."

She smiled at him, "I think the hangover tomorrow will be punishment enough."

"She hasn't had enough champagne, Logan." He got up to go refill his glass as Logan took a seat right by Rory.

How he loathed this stupid rule. He'd give anything pull Rory to the side and shower her in his attention. What he wouldn't give to know what her lips felt like against his. The only thing he could hope for was that Rory would not fall for Logan's classic tricks; maybe she would choose himself instead. That was the loophole to the rule. If she chose Finn on her own it would cause no issues between him and Logan.

Logan stood from the couch, "Hmm. So, who's it going to be?" he asked pulling Finn out of his thoughts.

"What?" Rory looked thoroughly confused.

Logan raised his voice a bit getting all the other guys' attention, "Well, this shindig's an obvious meat market. I got the feeling your grandparents are expecting for you to choose someone tonight. So…"

Finn grabbed the vase of flowers and bottle of champagne next to him and kneeled on the floor in from of Rory. "Pick me."

Colin followed his lead, "No, pick me."

Immediately the rest of the guys in the room imitated the two of them.

"But I'm exotic," Finn added; it was his favorite line to use.

"So is the Asian bird flu," Colin replied.

"Wow. A room full of guys and still extremely slim pickings," Logan interjected.

"Well, I don't know. It's a pretty tough choice. Maybe I should let my boyfriend help me choose."

Logan had a look of pure disappointment on his face. "You have a boyfriend?"

"I'm crushed," Finn heard the disappointment in his voice. He felt so stupid. Of course she had a boyfriend; how could she not.

"Ain't it always the way?" he heard Colin chime in.

Logan sat down again by Rory, "Do Richard and Emily know about this?"

"Yeah, they do," Rory said almost solemnly.

"They were just trying to make sure you had a back-up?"

"No, they're just...oh, no! What time is it?" Rory's demeanor changed.

"It's crying time," Finn said, trying not to show his honest disappointment.

"Eight forty-five," Colin said.

Rory got up and started putting her shoes on. "Dean is meeting me at eight thirty," she said frantically.

Logan Colin and the guys decided they would walk out with Rory in order to catch a glimpse of the boyfriend. Finn wasn't too keen on the idea, but he joined them anyways.

They made their way through the main house and out the front door. There, in front of the house stood, tall looking bloke; his look soured immediately upon seeing the group of them that followed Rory out of the house.

Finn couldn't hear what was being said, but it didn't look like he was telling Rory anything nice. After a moment he got into his truck and drove off leaving her watch him leave. Finn's chest tightened with a smidge of anger that only got worse when he saw that she was crying.

In an attempted to lighten the mood as he and the rest of the guys headed back to the pool house.

The rest of the night Logan had made sure to be at her side; but Finn wasn't thinking about it too much. His mind was still back in the driveway, watching that piece of shit drive off and breaking her heart. He'd never thought he'd get so bothered over such a thing; but he was. It pissed him of that Her heart was broken in such a public and non-caring manner. The least the bloke could have done was taken her home where all of them weren't privy to the scene. But then again, at least she had a cheer-up crew like none other.

The night sped by; a blur of music, jokes and alcohol ending with them all dropping Rory off at her house. Her mood seemed significantly better at that moment, but it was more than likely just the alcohol.

When Finn got home himself all he could think about was Rory. He knew from the conversations in the limo that Logan was going to up his game not that she was on the rebound; but he hoped she wouldn't fall for it. She was smart, but Logan had a way of molding himself to be just what a girl thought she wanted or needed.

Part of him wondered if he should just forget about his affections; they probably wouldn't they even amount to anything. As he was falling asleep he remembered how warm her skin was when he kissed her cheek and the way she smiled when it was just the two of them.

No, he would definitely not give up so easily.