Hey gang!

Thanks so much for the feedback! This story is becoming quite quirky and I'm loving every minute of it! I especially enjoyed including the word 'flung' in my last chapter – another personal favourite. A special thanks to 'GilmoreatHeart74' for supplying the word "indefatigable" in the last chapter. A re-nomination always works! Get ready for some fun times folks! This chapter is a doozie!

Enjoy –

Upon finishing breakfast, Luke promptly assumed dish-duty. Lorelai thought it best to allow him sole-responsibility this time around. She instead jumped in the shower, thus commencing the beautification process. Her hair required extra attention having been slept on wet. Not quite reaching the volume of 'sex hair,' but most certainly on the verge. Luke hadn't failed to notice.

As she bathed, Mr. Danes put away the last of the dishes and made up the beds. He needed something to keep him busy. The diner was going to be closed for the entire day; his regular customers had a prior engagement. Yes, today was D-Day, (Dragonfly Inn Day) to be specific. It was a day for details, decorations and door installations. There were D's all around. How delightful indeed.

Lorelai dried off, slapping some Vaseline on her skin, the only thing resembling cream at the Danes' residence. Sliding her desperately worn-out clothing on once more, she wrapped a towel around her head and exited the bathroom.

Luke greeted her with a rather anxious expression. She followed his eager eyes to the bed where he had neatly laid out fresh clothing and essential toiletry items. Or so he presumed.

"Luke, where did you get these things?" She was puzzled, yet pleased.

"Your house," he stated plainly.

"My house?" she regurgitated.

"Yes."

Her curiosity was running wild. "But…how?"

"I broke in." Naturally.

"When?"

"You do realize that you were in the shower for over 30 minutes?" He didn't even want to think about the electricity bill.

"I was having some hair issues. It was doing this weird flippy thing. I don't usually take that long."

"Uh huh." He wasn't buying.

She chose to ignore him, returning her attention to the objects on the bed. He had done well. Very well. His intimate knowledge regarding her was both frightening and impassioning. Her favourite jeans, two light-coloured tank tops, a cotton sweater and pyjamas were at her disposal. Her make-up bag, hairdryer hairbrush and toothbrush sat in a neat pile off to the side. Deodorant and body cream were in a separate pile. The man was a miracle worker. There was one thing however that was noticeably missing.

"Well Luke, this was so wonderfully thoughtful of you. But, you uh, kinda forgot one thing," she felt uncomfortable saying it.

He was surprised. "Oh, really? What?"

Her face reddened slightly. "Um – underwear." This was awkward.

"Underwear?" he clarified.

"Yep, underwear. You know, the stuff you wear under your clothes." Her tone was playful.

He rolled his eyes. "I brought you underwear Lorelai."

"You did?" This time she wasn't buying.

He walked towards the closet and pulled out a long, wooden, rectangular-shaped…oh dear god. What did he do now? He abruptly dropped Lorelai's entire underwear drawer on the bed.

His perplexing gesture elicited a laugh comparable to the one from earlier that morning, following her 'Robin Williams' impression. "What did you do?" she barely managed to enquire between giggles.

"I didn't exactly feel comfortable going through your underwear drawer…so I brought your underwear drawer to you." It really was a sweet concept. The word bizarre also came to mind.

She laughed still. "Just when I think I've figured you out…"

"I like to keep you on your toes," he smiled.

"And you do. You do," she returned his affection.

They were doing it again. The smiling thing had become infectious.

Luke needed some air. "Uh, I think I'm gonna hop in the shower quick." Water was good too...cold water. "Um, make yourself at home. There's hot coffee downstairs."

"Perfect. Thanks," she beamed.

He nodded and hurried into the bathroom, hitting his elbow on the door, "Damn door!" he shouted.

Lorelai laughed again. Gosh, she'd been doing that a lot lately. Once she heard the water running, she began rummaging through her unmentionables. Selecting her black lace bra and panties (her personal favourites,) she stripped down and went to work. Standing there naked, in Luke's apartment, was slightly arousing and entirely inappropriate. She giggled naughtily, wondering if there was a hidden camera capturing her rare essence. After applying a more suitable moisturizer, she dabbed some deodorant, shimmied into her jeans and pulled a pink tank top over her head. Ready for phase two: makeup.

It was about 9am, and the internal clock in Lorelai's lovely little body was ticking madly, begging for its caffeine fix. She walked confidently through the door of Luke's apartment, down the stairs and into the abnormally empty diner, marvelling at the lack of activity. Where could everyone be? She had assumed that Cesar would be opening. Taking advantage of her unexpected freedom, she filled (the largest mug she could find) to the very brim, a few times over, and returned upstairs - happy as a clam.

Luke was fully dressed and zest-fully clean. He was more than ready to escort the Inn owner to her place of business.

"Just let me finish my coffee. Then we can go. We needs our coffee. My precious." She was scaring him, and that was one of the few movies he had seen.

"I thought you had to be there super early to receive some shipments," he revisited their previous night's conversation.

"Yeah. This is super early. At least for a Saturday," she reasoned.

"At least for a Gilmore," he countered.

"That too," she agreed, downing the last drop of coffee. "Alright, let's hit the road Jack!"

Lorelai led the way, Luke locked up, and away they went. Once the truck's engine began rattling, so too did Lorelai's tongue.

"So what's with the diner? You run out of food or somethin?" Always with the questions.

Luke internally berated himself for not having anticipated the interrogation. "No. I just figured I'd open for lunch."

"But everyone comes for breakfast on Saturday. Where's Cesar? Why couldn't he open?" Nosey, nosey, nosey.

"Well he…I mean, I – he just…we didn't…will you just let me drive?" he stated sharply. He was becoming quite agitated.

She huffed in disappointment, "Fine. Fine." Something fishy was going on.

Pulling up to the Inn minutes later, her suspicions were undoubtedly confirmed. The Stars Hollow convoy had moved in. There were tents set up and vehicles of all varieties strewn about. Everyone was wearing red shirts that appeared to have the words "D-Day" written on them. Kirk's idea no doubt. It was bedlam!

Lorelai's jaw dropped open in utter disbelief. What fun they were going to have!

To Be Continued…