Luke's face stiffened completely and his eyes glazed over. Lorelai and he had agreed to come see a doctor, but it was supposed to be for advice, not this.

"Mr. Danes. I'm very sorry, but keep in mind there are other options." The doctor noted.

"Other options?" Luke asked barely above a whisper.

"Well, for example, we could artificially inseminate your wife and…"

Luke held up his hand. "I don't think so doc…. She's already got a kid by another man."

"Luke." Lorelai replied obviously offended. She hadn't enjoyed hearing the news either, but there was no point in being rude and offensive.

"Mr. Danes, I don't know what else to tell you. If you're insistent upon having a child you'll either have to have your wife artificially inseminated or consider adoption."

"You know, I think we're done here." Luke quickly stood up from the chair. "Come on, Lorelai."

"Luke, he's just trying to help us."

"Help us? The man just told me I can never reproduce… I'm shooting blanks!"

"That's not his fault." Lorelai countered a bit embarrassed by her husband's actions.

Luke rubbed his hands over his face. "I'm leaving. You can sit here and listen to this crap if you want to, I'm going home." Luke turned and left the office.

"Doesn't take bad news well, does he?" The doctor asked.

"He'll come around. He just needs time to process all of this. Thank you doctor… really." Lorelai stood from her chair and made a much more graceful exit.

(Chilton)

Stanton, the senior class president escorted Rory down the hallway. They came up beside a tall blonde haired boy.

"Hey, we have a new girl." Stanton smiled. Tristan turned around his gaze landed upon Rory.

"Well, hello." Tristan smirked.

"Hi." Rory replied.

Stanton introduced the two students. "Rory, this is Tristan. He is the freshman class president, he can take care of you from here. Be sure Ms. Gilmore finds her away around." Stanton directed to Tristan.

"Sure thing." Tristan replied. "Want me to carry your books?"

Rory gripped her books tighter. "It's okay. I've got them."

"Okay, where's your first class?"

"Algebra 2. Mr. Barkley." Rory answered.

"No sweat. He's just right across the hall, room 132." Tristan pointed. "Have you been to your locker yet?"

"No."

"I figured. I didn't think you were carry all those books around for exercise. What's your locker number?"

"11." Rory replied as she handed Tristan a piece of paper.

Tristan laughed. "What a coincidence. My locker is number 10. Follow me."

He lead Rory over to her locker, zipped through he combination and popped the locker open.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to memorize your combination or anything." Tristan felt the need to point that out to the shy girl.

"Oh, I didn't think you would." Rory replied a little nervous.

"You don't have to be so worried about Chilton. I can already tell your going to fit in."

"How did you know I was worried?"

"Body language… facial expressions… your shyness… the fact you've not spoken more than ten words in five minutes."

"I guess I am a little nervous."

"Tell you what, I'll meet up with you after every class and guide you to the next."

"Oh, you don't have to… I'm sure I can make do."

"Okay, well… would it be alright if I did it because I wanted to then?" Tristan asked sincerely. "We could sit together at lunch if you'd like… I could introduce you to some friends."

Rory eyed the boy over several times. His deep blue eyes, his gorgeous blond hair, he seemed way out of Rory's league.

"Sure. If you want to… but only if you want to… you don't have to … not that I don't want you to." Rory abruptly hushed realizing she was babbling.

Tristan found the new girl adorable. "Okay, see you after Algebra."