AN: Oh how I am loving how this story is developing. This is mainly a fluff chapter. Next chapter, as you will see at the end of this chapter, there will be some conflict. I am hoping to get the next chapter up before I leave town, but I more than likely won't get to. It should be up no later than next week though. If you are following my other story A Downward Spiral, I am working on the next chapter and hope to have it out by tomorrow.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please let me know how you are liking the story as a whole so far.

"You're fussing again," Finn's mother stated as they approached the Gilmore house.

"I hate ties." Finn had been constantly adjusting the infuriating piece of clothing since he put it on. He wanted to look good for Rory, but damn this blasted tie.

"Why are you so fidgety?" Camila interjected. Since it was winter break, Finn had the ultimate displeasure of having both his sisters join him and his parents to the Gilmore diner party. "Are you hoping to attract a lovely lady tonight? We should have stopped at a Weight Watchers meeting before coming here. That way we could be sure to get the perfect Sheila for you." Oh this was going to be a long night.

"Camila Victoria Morgan, I will not stand for you acting like a child. You will act like the adult you are. For crying out loud, you are 27 after all," Amelia scolded her daughter. She turned to her other daughter, "That goes the same for you Isabella."

"Yes mother," the girls replied in unison. They both looked like toddlers who had just been chastised for sticking their hands in the cookie jar.

On the inside, because he knew better than to openly share this kind of emotion, Finn was rolling on the floor laughing. He loved when his mother got after his sisters. Lord knew his father would never discipline them.

Once they got to the front door Finn gave up the fight with his tie. All he could hope is that he looked good enough for Rory.

His father rang the doorbell and a second later the door swung open. Two maids were there to greet them and take their coats. Once Finn was rid of his coat he quickly separated himself from his family to search for Rory.

He really had no interest in hearing how Jason, James, whatever the bloke's name was, purposed. He had heard the blasted story 5 times already, and every time it got more and more annoying. He could only imagine how many times she would have the opportunity to brag here.

He had finally found Rory; she was in the sitting room sitting on the couch. On one side of her was an attractive looking woman who bore much resemblance to Rory; more than likely her mother. On the other side of her was Richard Gilmore. The two of them seemed to be deep in conversation about something.

He waited until there was a pause in the conversation and then made his approach.

"Finn!" Rory shouted; was it just him or did she seem really eager to see him?

As Finn made his way too them, the tree occupants on the couch stood at the same time. Once he made it to Rory's side he rested his hand on her lower back and leaded down to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Rory, you are looking lovely as ever." He then turned his gaze to Richard and offered his hand, "Mr. Gilmore, it is always nice to see you."

The male Gilmore greeted him with a solid handshake. "Finn, it's good to see you too. You know you can call me Richard."

"Ah yes please forgive me."

"No worries, son. Is your father here?"

"I believe he and my mother already hit the appetizer table. I'm afraid he skipped lunch. When he does that he tends to get a bit cranky."

Richard nodded, "Yes, I know that feeling. Well, you enjoy the party. I will see you around." With that he made his way towards the food area.

Finn turned back to Rory and the woman by her. "Where are my manners? My name is Finn Morgan," he stated as he offered his hand, "I'd ask if you were Rory's sister, but I know that is the oldest line in the book. That and you don't look like a toddler." Finn had remembered that Rory mentioned having a half-sister who was 3 or 4.

The woman smiled, "Good call, I would have called you out on that in a heartbeat. I'm Lorelai Gilmore. Birth-giver of Rory."

"Mom!" Rory said, her voice strained with embarrassment.

"What? It's true," her mom smiled.

"Well, Ms. Gilmore, at the risk of actually sounding corny, I do see now where Rory gets her good looks from."

"Oh please, call me Lorelai. And my daughter never told me she was dating anyone. Rory?" Her statement was unfortunately loud enough, for Finn's mother, who had been on her way to where they were standing, to hear.

"Finn, you didn't tell me you were dating Emily's granddaughter. Is this the wonderful girl you have been raving to me about? How come you didn't mention it was Rory?" His mother's questions were flying at him a mile a minute.

It didn't help that as soon as her line of questioning was done, Lorelai's began. "Rory, you didn't tell me anything about liking a cute Australian boy let alone dating one. How long has this been going on?"

"Did it start at the last dinner party we attended?" His mother asked.

"You mean the 'was supposed to be an alumni dinner but ended up being an auction off Rory dinner' dinner? Is that how you two started dating?" Lorelai added.

They were both talking so fast that neither Finn nor Rory got a chance to speak.

Amelia looked at Lorelai, "Oh yes, Finn, were you the lucky guy that Rory picked? It was quite obvious that Emily had ulterior motives for that dinner."

Lorelai laughed, "My mother has ulterior motives for everything she does."

"Sounds like my mother in-law," Amelia returned.

The two women got so caught up in their discussion that Finn and Rory were able to slip away unnoticed.

When they made it out to the patio they both busted out laughing. "Could that have been any more awkward?" Rory managed to say through her giggles.

"I swear it's like our mothers are soulmates." Finn added, a huge smile stretched across his face.

Rory's giggles finally subsided. "Is your mom usually like that? I mean, she seems more like my mom."

Finn led Rory to the garden bench at the far end of the patio and they both sat. "My mother is a different breed of people. She enjoys see how far she can push boundaries and she has a love for being outrageous."

"Okay, scary. Your mom sounds way too much like my mom. My mom has never really cared for this whole society scene. She revels in making my grandma upset and showing off exactly how much she doesn't care what people think."

"Yep," Finn said, "they're soulmates."

"So," Rory finally said after a moment, "you've been raving about me to your mom?"

"Uh…well, you see…" Finn felt his cheeks warm. He didn't want to lie so he just said, "Yes."

It was Rory's turn to blush.

Finn lifted his hand to brush some stray hair off of her face. She grabbed his hand and pressed her cheek into his palm.

"God Rory, you are so beautiful." He leaned and kissed her.

Her hand immediately wrapped around his neck, pulling closer to him. He tentatively parted his lips and was please when she did the same. Finn was extremely grateful that they would not be able to be seen from where that sat.

His glee was short-lived when he heard an all too familiar voice approaching, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Finn and Rory broke apart and turned to look at the figure that now stood before them.

Logan.