AN: Hey everyone. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I actually wanted this up last week, but the chapter wasn't cooperating with me. It took me a while to make it make sense. This chapter may leave some of you asking question. I promise those will be answered later in future chapters.
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Three weeks had gone by since the Gilmore meat market party and things had been going well. Yes, Logan was still hovering around Rory like a gnat, but Finn had gotten himself some time with her. They had decided to study at the library together after their afternoon class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mostly they discussed their class assignments, but when they were done they would hang out and talk about life.

She had told him all about her home town Stars Hollow; the people alone make the place sound interesting. Finn could tell by the way she spoke of them that she had a lot of love for the people back home. She joke about how some dance instructor named Ms. Patty would love him for his accent alone, Of course most girls did; they never took the time to really know him; they just heard the accent and wanted to hook-up with an 'exotic man'.

Finn had shared some of his childhood with her; how he'd spent all of primary school and every summer in Australia with his paternal grandparents. How he still enjoys going over there during the holidays; especially during winter break, because it is warm over there.

Finn had been enjoying having his own time to get to know Rory. Of course he let go of his façade when he was around her. She had told him she would understand when they were around the others that he would be different than when they were alone. It really made him happy that she was so accepting of his way.

However, today she was quite ticked off with him.

"I can't believe you guys would embarrass me like that." She was getting after him for the prank Logan, Colin, and he pulled on her during her class last week.

Finn held his hands up in a faux surrender, "I know I know luv; but hey it wasn't my idea. I'm just a mindless follower."

She laughed at this; oh how he loved her laugh.

"Look Rory, I really am sorry. Our intentions were never to embarrass you so. You are an honorary member of the LDB, which means that you are going to be subjected to a few member pranks. You are also more than welcome to prank back," he smile, "Just nothing that ruins this pretty face of mine."

She laughed again, "I can't make any promises." She looked at her watch, "Oh crap I have to go. I have some stuff to do for the paper." She gathered up her books, "So next Tuesday?"

"It's a date luv," He smiled as he watched her make her exit.

Finn returned to his room later that day to find Stephanie asleep on his bed. He had given her a key in case she needed to get away from her dorm. Her roommates, Rosemary and Juliet had a habit of getting into explosive arguments over guys. The last fight he witnessed resulted in a smashed TV and a small fire. Finn did not understand how they remained friends, but they somehow always made up at the end of each fight.

Stephanie had gotten caught in the middle of one of the fights and ended up with a broken finger. So he decided he needed to protect her from these blowouts. She was, after all, the closest person to him, other than his mother; she was more of a sister to him than his actual sisters.

He set his stuff in his chair and took a seat on the bed. He gently shook her.

Her eyes cracked open and a smile spread on her face. "Well if this isn't the best sight to wake up to," her voice was laced with grogginess.

Finn brushed her hair out of her face. "So how bad was it this time?"

She sat up and leaned her back against his headboard. "Oh I think this one may be the worst yet. Let's just say I'll be lucky if my belongings make it unscathed."

Finn's eyebrows shot up, "Really? That bad? Who's the lucky bloke this time?"

Stephanie chuckled a bit, "Believe it or not you are."

"Why, little ol' me?" He said, imitating a southern accent. "What did I ever do to become the rope in their tug of war?"

Stephanie shrugged, "Honestly I don't know. It's not like they have actually taken the time to get to know you. I think Juliet has a thing for your accent and gets jealous when you hit on Rosemary."

"I cannot be held accountable for my actions while intoxicated," Finn defended. He thought Rosemary was attractive enough, but most of what he said was just the alcohol. He really didn't fancy getting her into bed that much. "Why would Juliet be so jealous when she sees Rosemary shoot me down every time I hit on her?"

"Again, I have no clue." Stephanie started to get out of bed. "But the fight is bad; hair-pulling, scratching, and biting. I'll be surprised if they recover from this." She was now checking her reflection in his dresser mirror. "The funny thing is, I doubt either of them would want you if they knew the real you."

"Jeez thanks Steph."

"You know I don't mean it the way it sounds. What I mean is they wouldn't like that you're not the person they think you are. Everyone thinks you are this exotic party animal; they think that when you are not parting with them you are off partying with other people. Honestly, I think even Logan and Colin think the same. No one realizes that there is a more serious side to you."

"No one ever has, but you luv," and now Rory. She was slowly learning of the more serious side of him.

Finn preferred to be a mystery to people; he really didn't want everyone knowing too much about him. He had his skeletons that he liked to keep in his closet. The only reason Stephanie knew anything was because she shared the same skeletons. They had actually been friends since sophomore year of high school and had shared a lot more than skeletons.

Stephanie was now using Finn's comb to work the knots out of her hair, "Hey speaking of serious sides, how are your sisters?"

Finn let out a dramatic sigh, "Oh you know, just rubbing their perfections in my face every chance they get." Fins sisters were unflawed in his father's eyes. Finn could never quite measure up when it came to older pair.

Isabella and Camila were twins and 5 years older than Finn. Isabella had graduated from Yale law last year and had received several job offers before she had even crossed the stage. Camila had finished her undergrad classes at Yale and then went on to Harvard medical school. It caused a little friction with their father that she didn't continue her schooling at Yale, but she sweet-talked him into seeing her side.

His father never missed a chance to brag about his wonderful girls; and he especially never missed a chance to bring comment on how Finn wasn't nearly as good as them. He usually said something along the line of, 'I hope one day Finn will get his act together. He could do just as well as his sisters'. Yeah, Finn knew where stood on the totem pole; well at least with his father. His mother, thankfully, had always treated all her children with kindness and love; however, she got along a little better with Finn; they had common personalities and a shared sense of humor.

"What have they cured cancer?" Steph asked sarcastically.

"You'd think with the way my father brags. No, Isabella announced her engagement last week; some bloke who make it big in the insurance industry."

Stephanie squealed, "Oh yay! A Morgan wedding! I've been waiting for another one of these since your cousin Mia got married senior year." It was true; Morgan weddings tended to be extravagant even for a girl like Stephanie who grew up in high society. "Please, let me be your date to the wedding."

Finn rolled his eyes, "Begging doesn't look good on anyone, Steph; not even you. Besides I doubt I'll be attending."

She did a little flip with her hair, "Nonsense, anything looks good on me; and how can you not go. She is your sister."

Finn didn't respond to this; instead he fell back on his bed and cradled his head in his hands. He felt the desperate need to talk about anything but his sisters. "My birthday is coming up. What should we do for it?"

Stephanie turned and gave him an apologetic look. She knew she shouldn't ask about his sisters, but he knew her curiosity sometimes got the better of her; after all, she too had history with them. She moved back to the bed and lied down on the bed beside him. "A party of course," she said with an exaggerated grin spreading across her face.

Finn turned his head to look at her, "Hmm, yes, a party sounds spectacular. Wherever do you come up with these wonderful ideas?" His tone was playfully mocking. In truth he relied upon Stephanie for party planning. She was a whole lot more creative than he, and much better at organizing events.

She moved from her back to her knees, "Okay so I'll start hammering out the details for that. We have about two months right?" Finn nodded, "Great then, it's settled." She beamed with excitement. Finn couldn't help but smile along with her.