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A/N: Once again you guys amaze me! Here is the chapter I promised...sorry that it's a little late, my computer froze on me.

Chapter Seven: Where You Lead I Will Follow

"So, you talked?" Paris asked Rory as they walked to the coffee stand. It was early morning and Paris was going to get her first cup of coffee; Rory on the other hand was on her fifth.

"Yes, we talked. He explained, I listened, and I forgave,"

"I hope you didn't let him off easy. If it was me I would have attacked him...and the girl. The girl would've needed an ambulance after I was done with her,"

"I didn't let him off easy, but I'm also not holding a grudge,"

"So, what are you guys now, friends?"

"Yes, we are friends,"

"With benefits?"

"No," Rory stated firmly, "Just friends, no benefits. These pants are staying on,"

"Good,"

"Guess who called me?" Lorelai asked Sookie, picking up a freshly baked muffin.

"Elvis?"

"Nope,"

"Gwyneth Paltrow wanting help on choosing another edible name for her child?"

"Nuh uh,"

"Oh no, was it Kirk asking if he could live with you again?"

"Worse,"

"What's worse than Kirk wanting to live with you?"

"My mother called,"

"Why did Emily call? I thought you two weren't talking after she tried to set you and Chris up,"

"I'm not talking, but apparantly she is. She wanted to tell me that this Saturday there is a Yale Alumni party and Rory and I must be there otherwise great shame will be put upon the entire Gilmore name. She also made a demand, disguised as a request, that I dress appropriatly,"

"Wow, so I'm guessing that you're rhine stone penis shirt is out?"

"Yes, unfortunately it is,"

"That is quite a shame,"

"I don't think this party is a good idea. Last time they did this they only invited buys and tried to set Rory up with some blue blood. Luckilly Dean was able to save Rory from the herd of eligible young men; but the fact of the matter is the same. They shouldn't have done that and I'm afraid they're going to try to do it again,"

"Maybe this party is different,"

"I doubt it," Sookie nodded, quickly adding some garnish to the plate of duck she had just finished preparing.

"At least you'll have some good stories,"

"They better be damn good if I'm going to spend an entire night with my mother," Sookie smiled slightly, picking up the plate.

"Well,that's the spirit,"

"Okay guys, good practice! We'll meet same time next week," Lane said, putting down her drum sticks. Her band Hep Alien had just finished their weekly practice and it had gone well. The guys packed up relatively quickly and left, leaving only Lane and Dave, both of them still packing up. Lane looked at Dave apprehensively, they had been dating for a month and things had gone fine; lately thought he was closed off, sheltered.

"Practice went pretty well," She said, her voice unusually high pitched.

"Yeah,"

"Brian was a little off, he has a problem with the whole counting to four thing, but other than that it was pretty okay. Zach was-"

"I got into Berkeley," Dave blurted out, his eyes still resting on his case.

"When did you find out?" Lane asked, trying to hide her disappointment. She was happy for Dave, she was, but him leaving meant that he wouldn't be there anymore. He would be out of Stars Hollow and far from her.

"Last week,"

"Oh,"

"I wanted to tell you earlier but I couldn't bring myself to tell you,"

"So you're going?" He nodded, shutting his guitar case.

"Yeah, I got a full ride,"

"Wow, that's great Dave, it really is,"

"You know, me going away isn't going to change anythihg," Dave said, approaching Lane.

"I know,"

"We'll still be Dave and Lane, I don't want that to change," Lane smiled sadly, looking up at him.

"Me neither,"

"Grandma's throwing another Yale Male party?" Rory groaned, balancing her phone between her ear and shoulder as she opened her door.

"Apparantly there are girls invited, but I have a feeling that my mother will just have the more adventorous Yallies cross dress,"

"At least it would be amusing,"

"There better be apple tarts," Rory smiled.

"Plan on making up for the ones that you missed the one Christmas you weren't invited to Grandma's,"

"Yes, if there are apple tarts I'm taking an entire tray,"

"Will you share?"

"Not a chance,"

"My own mother won't share with me,"

"Life is tough babe,"

"You can say that again,"

"NOw, you need to be at your grandmother's at 7:00. Please try to be late, you know how much I enjoy watching your grandmother turn five shades of purple,"

"Okay, 7:30 it is,"

" 'Ata girl,"

"Alright, I have to go and dive into my pool of homework,"

"Don't forget to wear a swim cap. Calculus in the hair is so not attractive,"

"My swim cap is in my hand,"

"Good girl, bye hun, I'll see you Saturday,"

"Bye Mom,"

Saturday came quickly and Rory was rushing to find black pumps, bustling around her room frantically. She had looked everywhere that shoes usually migrated too, but the pumps still eluded her.

"Paris, do you know where my black pumps are?" She yelled, currently on her knees looking under her bed again.

"No! Why would I know where your shoes are? I am not the keeper of shoes, I am not Starr Jones,"

"I just thought that you might have seen them,"

"Why- wait- Nana is buffing them, I forgot,"

"What?" Rory said in disbelief, exiting her room to look at Paris when she spoke, "Why is Nana buffing my shoes?"

"She came to get mine and I gave her yours too,"

"Why would you do that?"

"I was being nice Gilmore, you should be grateful," Rory groaned, walking back into her room.

"Paris, I need those shoes! I have one of my grandma's society parties tonight,"

"Wear different shoes!"

"I can't! Those are the only shoes I have!" Rory spotted her pair of black flip flops and sighed, slipping them on her feet. She looked in the mirror, the shabby sandals clashing with her elegent a-line dress. The sequins and detailings on the dress contrasted greatly with the slightly fraying shoes. Her grandmother was going to kill her.

Rory rang her grandmother's doorbell and was greeted by the newest maid, Hilda.

"Hello," The miad said cheerfully, she was teh only maid that Rory knew that wasn't afraid of Emily. She just took all of Emily's comments in her very cheerfull stride.

"Rory, where have you been!" Emily exclaimed, striding towards her grandaughter quickly, appearign both agitated and stoic at the same time.

"Grandma, I'm only ten minutes late,"

"Yes, but-" Emily stopped when she saw Rory's shoes, "Rory, what are those things on your feet?"

"Uh, tongs,"

"Yes, I know they're tongs. What I don't know is what they are doing on your feet at my party," Rory saw her mother, who was gesturing to her, adn quickly made her getaway.

"Oh Grandma, I see my mom and she seems in desperate need of some Rory, meaning me, time. Bye Grandma," She rushed off towards her mother, smiling in relief.

"You saved me!" Lorelai smiled in return, hugging her daughter. She looked down at Rory's shoes and laughed giddily.

"YOu're worse than me! I was on time and wore real shoes; you're upstaging me!"

"Paris's Nana took my black pumps hostage,"

"How dare she,"

"I had nothing that would match besides these," Rory gestured to her shoes, moving her foot for emphasis. Lorelai smiled, putting her arm around her daughter.

"Don't fret my rebellious daughter, those shoes have possibly made my night. Now let's go get some apple tarts," As Rory and Lorelai walked Rory spotted a particular blonde, the last time she's seen her she'd been wearing nothing but a t-shirt.

"It's her!" Rory said quickly, darting around a corner.

"WHo?"

"The girl from Logan's dorm,"

"Slutty shirt girl?"

"Yes, she's here,"

"Rory,"

"I hope she's not here with Logan,"

"You know, we could always pour punch on her dress; do the fake trip,"

"Mom-"

"I'm quite good at it; I'm a regular Tanya Harding,"

"Didn't she beat up one of her opponents?"

"Yes, believe me, any opponents for any guy I liked got the punch trip," Rory smiled, picturing her mother pouring punch on some girl.

"While it sounds fun, I think I'll pass. I don't need to use the punch trip, it's fine,"

"Are you sure? It's a rush like not other," Rory smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sure,"

Rory was walking to the bathroom when she heard a familiar voice talking. Logan's voice drifted from her Grandfather's office, the usual charm void from his voice, replaced by unemotional droning. She heard another voice too, it belonged to a girl, the one she had seen earlier.

"Logan, why haven't you called me?" The girl asked.

"I've been busy,"

"We had such a great time, until that stupid girl showed up,"

"She's not stupid," Logan said quickly, his voice firm.

"Well, we were having a good time until she came,"

"No we weren't," Logan muttered.

"What?"

"It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened,"

"Logan-"

"I was upset and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry Amy, it really was a mistake for me," There was silence and then the girl talked, her voice soft.

"It has something to do with the girl, doesn't it?" Logan nodded.

"Well, you shoudl talk to her, tell her how you feel,"

"I can't, I blew it,"

"No, you made a mistake," Rory suddenly understood, she had a new understanding of Logan, a new perception. Logan was human, he made mistakes, and that was only normal. She waited for Amy to leave, suddenly feeling very grateful towards her. When she left she stopped in front of Rory, smiling sadly.

"He's all yours," Rory nodded and then waslked past Amy and into the room.

"Ace,"

"I eavesdropped on a very interesting conversation,"

"You did?"

"Yeah, and what I heard was extremely informative. The guy, he had a lot to say,"

"And he meant every word of it," ROry smiled, walkign towards him.

"Why didn't you tell me all of that before?"

"I tried, but it just wouldn't come out," Rory nodded, leaning against the desk.

"Where do we go from here?" ROry asked, looking up at him.

"Wherever you want to. Where you lead I will follow, anywhere,"

"That would've been cute if you hadn't quoted a Carole King song," Logan smiled.

"It's up to you Ace. I will support any decision you make," Rory smiled and stooe up, walking out the door.

"Come on, we better get back,"

"Ace-"

"Hey! You said that where I lead you will follow. Get moving limo boy!" He followed her out of the room. She walked to the middle of the sittign room and then stopped, turning aorund to face Logan.

"Okay, look around you," He looked at her oddly, confused.

"What?"

"Take a good look," He did what she asked, looking around.

"Okay, I looked,"

"There are so many beautiful girls here, gorgeous and also easy girls,. This is your chance to bolt Logan, this is your out. If you want to leave then go, it not-" He silenced her with a kiss, his lips soft against hers. He pulled away after only a moment, he had something he needed to say.

"I'm not going to bolt and I don't need an out. Yes, you're right, these girls are beautiful and easy, but they're lacking one thing," He paused, taking her hand in his. He couldn't help but notice how perfectly her hand fit in his, how smooth her skin felt, "They're not you,"

"That was very sweet," Rory said softly, tears in his eyes. He smiled and gently squeezed her hand.

"So, what's your decision Ace?" She didn't hesitate this time, her mind was made up.

"Us, my decision is us. I want you and I don't want anything else," He smiled and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her. After a few moments they pulled apart, not caring about the looks they were getting, the whispers that included their names. They were just happy to be together.

"I'm glad you said yes, you had me worried there for a little,"

"Don't worry, it's yes, it's alwasy been yes,"

A/N: Okay...there is your ROGAN that you all have been looking forward to. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!