AN: Okay I finally got this chapter done. I hope it's not crap because I've been working on it for the past week. I tried to get a decent flow, but if it still seem choppy I'm sorry. Things for Finn are going to start looking up; BUT keep an eye out there is a darker chapter coming up. I hope y'all enjoy this. Let me know what you think.

The week following Finn's birthday happened to be Thanksgiving break, preventing Finn the chance to see Rory for an entire 8 days. And those 8 days had move and a remarkably slow pace.

Though Finn had remained in the States, he hadn't had a chance to see or talk to any of his friends. Instead he had the terrible fortune of having to hear his sisters' constant gossips about wedding colors, venues, guests, flower, and budget. He had even witnessed Bella throw more than one fit over how 'low' their father had set the budget on her dress. If you asked him, Finn would say $10,000 on a dress was quite a fair number seeing as she didn't do a damn thing for that money.

Most of the break, when he wasn't being demanded to help with mind-numbing tasks, he found his mind wondering to the night of his birthday party. Sure his kiss with Rory was quick, and she didn't have an adequate amount of time to respond to it, but he still couldn't stop thinking about how soft her lips were; how she didn't immediately pull back from him; how what might have happened if he gave her time to kiss back.

He wondered if she thought about it. Did she like his kiss? Was it too forward for her? Of course he knew when he got back to Yale they would eventually have to talk about it. He didn't want to lose what he had with her because of any awkwardness.

When classes resumed they did have the awkward post-party, post-kiss talk; but it was made a little less awkward since they weren't actually talking, but instead passing a note back and forth during their Tuesday class.

Finn had been running a little late to class, but when he got there he found his seat next to Rory and discovered a folded piece of paper sitting on the desk. Intrigued he glanced at Rory whose eyes were trained on the white board at the front of the class.

With a smile Finn took his seat and proceeded to unfold the note.

We need to talk about what happened at your party.

Finn smiled. He knew that she would want to talk to him about the kiss, but he didn't know they would be partaking in not-passing to do it.

He fished through his bag for a pen and the scribbled back his response; I was pretty drunk at that party. You'll have to tell me specifically what we have to talk about. I think we should talk about how I need to have more parties where you are required to wear a school girl uniform.

He folded the paper and handed it back to her. He watched her as she opened the letter and read it. A blush instantly crept up her cheeks.

She leaned over and wrote her reply and handed it back to him without bothering to fold it back up.

You know what I am talking about. The kiss.

There it was. He had a choice here; he could tell her that he blacked out at some point and save her the continued awkwardness, or he could be truthful.

He chose the truth.

Luv if you are asking me if I remember kissing you I do. But before you get mad I am sorry for any uncomfortableness I may have caused you. It was not my wish. I hope it does not ruin our friendship.

He passed the note back and waited for her response. His heart was pounding against his chest. He had no idea what she may write back.

After a few long minutes she gave him back the note.

I'm not uncomfortable and you certainly cannot ruin our friendship with one kiss. I just never thought that you thought of me even remotely in that way. I mean kissable. I mean like you want to kiss me. But no you didn't ruin our friendship.

Finn smiled. He never thought someone could babble on paper.

Of course you are kissable. I'm glad that mothing is ruined. Is that all?

When he handed it back she read the note but didn't reply right away. She looked at the paper thoughtfully before writing her lengthy response and handing the paper back again.

I just want to make sure that everything between us is ok. Are we still gonna study together? I enjoy our study sessions and I don't want them to end. Are we still on for after class?.

Finn smiled again at the babbling note. It seemed like she just wrote whatever came to her mind. He scribbled his quick response and handed it back.

It's a date.

Her blush returned.

Later on after class the two of them wound up at the usual table in the library. There was a brief moment of awkwardness, but it quickly passed when they started discussing the topic from class that day.

Since they had been passing the note back and forth they each had holes in their notes that the other could fill. After going through all their notes they started on their usual ritual of small talk. Finn had a feeling that Rory was postponing the talk she said they should have, but he wasn't about to push her on it. He was just happy to be around her again.

"So Finn, are you going to Australia for the winter break?"

"Oh how I wish. My Nana and Granddad are coming to the states this year. Since Bella's wedding is in April, they are going to stay through until the event. What about you, luv? What does the lovely Rory Gilmore have planned for winter break?"

He saw her blush slightly. "Well, were to start? I know I have the Winter Festival in Stars Hollow, and my grandmother is having a winter dinner party the weekend after finals that she will expect me at."

"Oh yeah, I think my family has been invited to that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Your grandfather and my father have some business dealings. My father has gone to your grandfather for all the insurance on his restaurants and hotels here in the States."

"How many restaurants and hotels does your dad own?"

Finn thought for a moment, mentally counting his father's properties. "Well, her had 10 hotels her in the States; mostly on the east coast; and he has 3 restaurants here in Connecticut and maybe 5 or 6 more scattered along the east coast. Over in Australia he has 20 hotels and 15 restaurants throughout the country."

Rory's jaw dropped slightly. "Wow," was all she said.

Finn smiled slightly, "Yeah, he is hoping to expand to the west coast, but he is waiting until I graduate. He's hoping that I'll be his partner in the business."

Rory looked at him thoughtfully, "Do you want to go into business with your father?"

Rory was only the third person to ever ask him that question. Stephanie and his mother were the other two. Finn knew that if he were to work with his father he would always be less than happy with his life.

Sure the money was good, but Finn had no interests in hotels or restaurants.

"You know I don't think I do." He finally said.

She smiled, "Good. You don't seem like the stuffy business type."

This caused him to laugh. "Well what type do I seem like to you?"

She thought for a moment and the brightly responded, "Well, you seem like the type who wants to make people happy. You need a job that is not going to restrict your personal freedom and your awesome sense of style. You wouldn't do well stuck in a board room with a bunch of stuck up business suits."

Finn smiled yet again. This girl knew more about him than most his family did. She was right though; Finn wanted to be able to remain who he was. He didn't want to put on a façade every day. "So I guess I'll get to see you this winter break?"

"Yeah I guess so," Rory said returning his smile. "Oh!" She shouted suddenly earning a few unpleased glares from the students nearby. "Would you do me a favor?"

Finn's smile faltered slightly. "Sure," he replied; his voice was coated in confusion.

"If you are going to the dinner party, will you be my date? I just know my grandma is going to try and set me up with someone again, and I would much rather not have a repeat of the last 'party' you attended." Finn figure she was talking about the Yale meat market party. "If I tell her that I am going with you then she will drop the subject for a while."

"Rory Gilmore, you can't fool me. You are you trying to use me for my sexy body." Finn's voiced mocked offence.

The blush returned to her cheeks. "Please Finn," her voice raised an octave and she started batting her eyelashes.

Finn took a moment to admire the beauty of her eyes. After a moment he finally caved, "Okay okay. Please stop with the eyelash-batting. I'll be your date to the dinner party on one condition."

A hesitant smile formed on her face, "What is the condition?"

"I'd like you to go on a real date with me."