Wanted Chapter 3, a gilmore girls fanfic

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Previously:

"What's the blonde's name, Finn?" Paris inquires.

"The guy or the girls?"

"Do you even know the name of the two blonde girls?" Rory asks a look of disbelief on her face.

Finn laughs and replies, "I haven't the smallest clue, truly. I try not to get to know their dates too well; usually they are only around til the next morning." He laughs and shakes his head, "Oh and the blonde guy is Logan," he says, turning back to Paris and Rory. Seeing the looks of disgust on their faces he mutters, "What?"

They both just shake their heads and turn back to look at the other table, which they find to be empty.

"Where'd they go?" Rory asked, after seeing the now deserted table.

"Probably went to go get laid," Paris said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Is that what they do every night?" she questioned Finn, "go out, find an easy, good looking girl, take her home, fuck her and then do it all over again the next night?"

"Paris!" Rory exclaimed, surprised at her friend's harsh words.

Finn just laughed and smiled at Paris and Rory. "Practically yes," he said, still chuckling, "Colin isn't as bad as Logan though. He tends to at least spend more than one night with his... friends. Logan is more of a one night kind of guy. He's always able to find some willing girl, even if he didn't look like he does, his last name would still bring the women running."

"Who is he?"

"You know the all powerful Mitchum Huntzberger, right Paris?" Rory said, and then continued when Paris nodded her head in the affirmative, "well that's his son."

Paris' eyes bugled and then she scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "That's the Huntzberger heir? Well his parents must really love him, huh? Bet he doesn't fit into the mold they want to push him into."

"That I don't," came a laughing voice from behind Rory and Paris. "Finn, my man! I was gonna ask what's been keeping you, but now I see it was the lovely company of these two beautiful women." A smirk formed on his lips as he said the last part, and then took a seat in between a blushing Rory and a scowling Paris.

"Huntz! Welcome to our little party here. Where's Col, and what happened to your date?"

Logan turned his attention from the girls beside him and said to Finn, "Took his date home, as did I. Turns out neither of them could hold their liquor," a laugh coming out of his lips. "Now," he said, turning back to the girls, "I do not believe we've ever been introduced. I believe you know who I am, but I'd like to know the names of the captivating women that have taken Finn away from Colin and me." He turned to Rory, and extended his hand, "Logan Huntzberger and you are?"

"We've met," she said, not taking the offered hand.

"Really!" he said, surprised and with a hint of amusement in his voice, "Refresh my memory if you will," and he let his hand drop back onto the table, leaning closer to Rory, invading her personal space.

Rory blushed, and pulled back, sliding her chair closer to Finn. Finn smiled over at Rory, and then smirked at Logan, who was sitting there with an astonished and annoyed look on his face.

"Well?" he said, looking at Rory with hard eyes.

She sighed and answered, "We met today in front of a coffee kiosk. I was with my friend Marty, and you were with Finn, Colin and Stephanie I believe."

"Marty?" Logan asked confused, the name didn't ring a bell.

"Yeah, Marty. Pretty tall, brown hair, brown eyes………he's bartended for you a few times I guess," Rory added, after her description didn't produce any recollection for Logan.

"Oh! Bartender Marty! I know who you're talking about. He makes a kick ass margarita," he said to no one in particular.

"Actually, it's just MARTY; bartender isn't part of his name." Rory clipped, anger starting to build up inside her.

Logan just smirked at the fact that he riled her up and then turned to Paris. "And who, beautiful creature, are you." He leaned over to Paris, sliding his arm around her shoulders.

"Paris Geller. Touch me again and I'll make sure a certain precious appendage will painfully be removed. Got it?" And she pulled off the arm that was on her shoulders and moved her chair away from him.

Logan looked at her with a very frightened look in his eyes, and nodded, moving even farther away from her.

"Impressive. That's the first time I've seen the infamous Logan Huntzberger shot down by a member of the fairer sex. You are me hero."

Paris turned around and looked at the guy standing behind her. He was the guy that Finn had pointed out before, Colin.

"I'm Colin Fairview," he said as he took a seat between Paris and Finn, "pleasure to meet you…"

"Paris Geller," she supplied as she took the offered hand.

"Well Paris Geller, I must say that you are a very intriguing and self-asserted person. Could I buy you another drink?"

She just stared wide eyed at him and then looked at Rory, silently motioning that she wanted to go. "No. We've got to go. Bye." And with one last look at Rory to make sure she was getting ready to leave, Paris threw her coat on and quickly walked out of the pub.

Colin sat there looking at Paris' retreating figure with a confused expression on his face, and turned towards Rory, who had just finished putting her jacket on. Finn and Logan were both laughing at what had so quickly transpired, but immediately stopped when Colin glared heatedly at them.

"What was with that? Did I do something wrong?"

Rory gave Colin a sympathetic look, and then said, "She's not used to guys offering her things or paying her attention, especially guys her age. Her last relationship didn't…. well didn't end good you could say, and her friend Terrence is trying to get her to start dating again. Paris is not a good dater." Rory finished wrapping her scarf around her neck and then got up. "Well it was nice seeing you guys again. Have a great night." And she turned around and walked out the door.

"Gilmore! What took you so long!" Paris exclaimed as Rory emerged from the pub. Rory caught up to Paris' side as Paris started walking away.

"Just saying goodbye. I--"

"Love!" they heard a voice shout from behind them.

Rory and Paris both turned and were greeted with the sight of Finn and Colin hurrying over to them. Paris turned pale and spun back around continuing on her way. Rory didn't notice that she was walking away, and waited for Finn and Colin to reach her.

"Yeah?" She asked as they got up to her.

"Well love, we couldn't just let you two young women walk all the way back to your dorm without the escort of fine strapping young men such as ourselves, so here we are. Where'd Paris go?"

"Huh?" Rory said and turned to where Paris used to be, seeing that she was actually gone. She shrugged her shoulders and then turned back to Colin and Finn. "She must have went back to the dorm."

"By herself?" Colin asked, worry lacing his voice.

Rory smiled at him and said, "Paris is fine. She can definitely handle her own. But if you want to go ahead of us and make sure she's alright, we're in Branford, 115."

"Thanks. Nice meeting you again Gilmore." And with that Colin raced off in the direction of Branford.

Finn softly chuckled as he watched his friend take off after Paris. After seeing Colin's figure disappear, he turned back to Rory, and gallantly offered her his arm.

Rory looked at the offered arm and laughed. "Seriously?"

Finn smiled at her melodic laughter and without waiting for permission, hooked his arm through hers. "It's not for you love. I'm tired and need someone to lean on," he said as he pressed his side against Rory's.

"Well aren't we the gentleman?" Rory said sarcastically, a smile playing about her lips.

"Always love, always. It's the first thing they teach us in the highly exclusive school for those that are devilishly handsome, extremely charming and exceptionally exotic." He joked, and winked at Rory.

Rory laughed and then countered with, " 'highly exclusive school for those that are devilishly handsome, extremely charming and exceptionally exotic' ? How'd you get in?"

"Ouch love, you wound me," he cried, placing a hand over his heart, "how can you be so cruel to such a person as myself? It is wrong! Take it back please!" And he turned to her, an imploring look on his face. Rory just smiled and laughed at him, and before she knew it, Finn was on his knees before, holding her hands in his. "Please love," he cried, "I'll do anything. Just take back what you said. Your harsh words pain me. Please love!" he cried more forcefully, now that he saw a crowd was beginning to form, watching the scene before them. He looked up at Rory's flaming cheeks, and smiled at her discomfort.

"Finn! Get up! You're drawing a crowd." Rory tried to break his hold on her hands, but was unable to.

"No kitten. Not until you take back what you said. It is all too much. My world as I know it is crashing down around me! What do I have if not my good looks, charm, and exoticness? And you have taken those away from me! Cruel, cruel girl!" His eyes sparkled with glee, as he saw the crowd around them getting bigger, and Rory's embarrassment becoming more evident.

"Finn! Get up!" She implored him, but he wouldn't budge. "Fine," she relented.

"Fine what?" he said, a smile gracing his features.

"I take back what I said."

"No, no, no. That won't do love. Your words have wounded me deeply. Repeat after me." The sparkle in his eyes getting brighter, he stared up at Rory and said, "I, Rory Gilmore."

"I, Rory Gilmore," she repeated.

"Believe with all my heart."

"That Finley Morgan."

"Is the most devilishly handsome, extremely charming, and exceptionally exotic person that ever was, is and ever will be."

Rory looked down at Finn with a frown marring her features, but when she saw that he was serious, she let out a deep sigh and repeated what he said. "Is the most devilishly handsome, extremely charming, and exceptionally exotic person that ever was, is and ever will be."

"And I promise."

"To let him."

"Take me out every night for a week."

"Take me out every night for a --- what!"

Finn laughed, and said, "You already said you promised. You can't go back on your word love, plus I have witnesses." He smiled at her now glowering face, and just stared at her, letting her know that he wasn't going to give up.

Rory new that Finn wouldn't let it go, so with yet another deep sigh she said, "Take me out every night for a week."

Finn's smile grew wider if that's even possible and he finally got up from the ground, still grasping Rory's hands. Applause soon broke out, and Finn, ever the dramatic person, bowed to his audience, blowing kisses to everyone. He turned back to Rory, and once again hooked his arm through hers. "You're audience is waiting love. Give 'em a bow." He smirked at her, and began to laugh as her expression darkened. "It wasn't that bad love. I've been through worse. One time involving Logan, Colin, a horse, a watermelon, and me dressed up like a woman. That was embarrassing." He laughed and shook his head at the memory.

The crowd was gone, and Rory and Finn were making their way to Branford. The walk the rest of the way was silent. Rory's mind on the fact that she was just hugely embarrassed in front of numerous people, Finn's on the fact that he had 7 nights of just him and Rory to plan.

They entered Branford and made their way to dorm 115. They stopped in front of the door, and Rory turned towards Finn.

"Well," she began, "with the public humiliation aside, I had a good time tonight."

Finn smiled at her and replied, "Same here kitten. When is your next free night? I've got to start planning, you know. A date with me is something to be remembered." He puffed out his chest and said the last part with a cocky air.

Rory laughed and smacked his chest. "Saturday is my next free night," she replied.

"So the week of Finn starts Saturday. I'll pick you up around 7."

"What should I wear?"

"I'll call you Friday and give you details."

Rory smiled at him. "Thanks. See you Saturday." And she leant in and brushed her soft lips against his cheek.

"No problem kitten. See you then." And he smiled at her, turned around and walked through the hallway.