AN I do apologize for not naming all Heath Ledger movies. I am only thirteen years old and do this for fun. Thank you for pointing out my errors.

Disclaimer- No I do not own Finn. That whole wish on a star thing really doesn't work.

Ch.3 Telling the Boys

"Rory, Kitten, Love, mirage of whom I spend my life with… WAKE UP!"

Groggily Rory came out of her fog to see a wide eyed Finn staring two inches from her face.

"Kitten you have no Fosters…I need a Foster's" Finn said pleading, almost pathetically.

"Oh. My. God." Rory said venomously, "Finn it's" looking around the boy she lost it, "Six o' clock! It's six o' clock on a Saturday! Finn not only that you're not usually up. You know the big shinny thing called the sun is actually up!"

"Love, I didn't have anything to drink last night, and I think I'm going to explode!" Fully awake Rory thought back to the night before and started laughing.

"Finn," she giggled, "you have a hangover"

"Kitten, I didn't have anything to drink last night."

"You have a sugar hangover." Laughing Rory walked into her room, "After I get dressed we'll go get coffee from Luke's. If you want to live to see Yale again, you won't drink until at least three."

"Alcohol hasn't killed me yet," scoffed Finn.

"Not alcohol," Rory informed him, "Taylor."

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"So, what do we do about the boys?" Finn said sipping his coffee.

"The boys?" asked Rory smirking.

"Oh shut up. Logan and Colin." Finn looked down at his shoes blushing.

"Well," Rory started, "I think you should call them, have them meet us at the Crap Shack, have them stay the weekend, and I'll get Lane and we'll work out a game plan."

"Lane?" Finn asked

"She's my best friend." Rory explained

"Ah, so I'll see you at the house?"

"Yeah, defiantly."

On the way to Lane's house, Rory couldn't control her thoughts, for a few weeks now Rory couldn't wait to see Finn. She loved to watch him laugh; she even sort of enjoyed him hitting on her. Sometimes Rory thought she was starting to love Finn as more than her brother. Right before she knocked on the door she vowed to talk to him when they got back to Yale. Thanks to her grandmother she was going to sharing a dorm suite with the boys, and sharing a dorm room with Finn.

"Hello?" Lane said, then as she recognized Rory she hugged her. When she pulled away she saw a tear flow down Rory's face, "What's wrong"

"I'm getting married," Rory sobbed, "and I'm confused."

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"So that's it." Rory finished.

"Wow," said Lane in awe, "it's all so Fiddler on the Roof."

"Yeah, but my grandmothers no Yenta." Rory argued

"Plus you don't want Patty finding you a man."

"True, true."

(AN- in Yiddish Yenta means 'town gossip' and in FOTR Yenta is the matchmaker)

"Does your dad know?" Lane wondered out loud.

"I'm assuming so," Rory replied, "I mean the Hayden's had a hand in this."

"Maybe you should call him anyway. It is possible he doesn't know," Lane protested.

"Yeah, I'll call him when we get back to Yale. I'm just frustrated."

"I know. Let's go meet your exotic fiancée."

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Walking in the front door, Rory and Lane saw Finn drinking a Carona and watching a Mexican soap opera.

"Where'd you get that?" Rory asked remembering the fiasco from earlier in the morning.

"Your mom hid some in the freezer. So um I called Logan" Finn informed the girls.

"What was his reaction?" asked Rory flinching.

"Shocked. Then he laughed his arse off. Logan, Colin, and Logan's cousin will be hear any second."

"Cool" Rory said, "Finn this is Lane, my best friend."

"Pleasure Love," Finn told Lane, "Pity you're not a redhead."

"um…I'm Korean," Lane remarked dryly, "How many redheaded Korean girls do you know?"

"You don't want to know" Rory said going to answer the knock on the door.

"Hey guys come on in," Rory told the boys, "Lane this is Logan, Colin, and Tristan…wait Tristan?"

"Hey Mary," the blond boy said smirking; "when my cousin, Logan, told me you had an arranged marriage to our Australian friend I decided to come help. Are you all right you look pale?"

In reality Rory was not all right, all of a sudden, her vision had a purple film over them, then it went black all together.

"Fuck" Finn murmured as she hit the floor. Putting his beer on the floor, he ran over to her and gently picked her up, honeymoon style. Carefully he rested her limp body on the couch, putting her head in his lap. Calmly he took in a deep breath let it out and started issuing commands.

"Tristan, go get me a damp, cool, cloth. Logan, go get start brewing a pot of coffee. Lane, run, and I mean run, to Doose's and get some kind of fruit, apples, peaches, something. Colin, go get a glass of cool water and two aspirin if you can find it." Carefully Finn took off Rory's sweater, afraid she'd over heated herself, leaving her in a black tank top and jeans. Surprisingly gently he brushed the hair off her forehead and placed the cloth Tristan brought him on her head. Holding his hand out for Colin's glass of water he carefully pored some into her slightly agape mouth. Spluttering Rory woke up dazed and confused. Almost immediately Lane walked in the door with a bag and three apples.

"Here," Tristan held out his hand for an apple pulling out a shiny pocket knife.

"What happened?" Rory asked looking at the concerned faces above her.

"You gave us quite a scare, Kitten." Finn remarked with an odd look in his eyes, looking at Tristan she decided to think about it later.

"You swooned at the sight of me," Tristan observed smirking.

"Oh shod of," Finn told the other boy, "You haven't eaten anything today so you feinted."

"My head's killing me." Rory said rubbing the tender spot. Colin handed Rory the aspirin and she quickly popped it, sighing tiredly.

"Here," Tristan said giving Finn a plate of apple slices, then lifted Rory's feet, sat underneath them, took off her shoes, and began rubbing them gently. Rory took a slice off the plate and quickly devoured it.

"Tristan?" Rory finally asked, "How are you? I haven't seen you in forever. I do believe the last words you said to me were 'I'd kiss you but your boyfriend's watching'"

Tristan laughed a sad laugh and sighed, "I always regretted not kissing you."

"Me too," Rory said, "after you left Dean got even more protective of me. He um… started abusing me." Rory could see anger clouding over all of the boys faces, she knew, even when Tristan thought he loved her romantically, he never loved her as more than a little sister. She knew from now on he would always be there to protect her.

"That little asswipe!" Tristan said.

"I dumped him almost a year later, and one of my best friends and I pretended to start dating. Dean moved back to Chicago, and Jess, my best friend, went to California to live with his dad."

"I knew I should have killed the little shithead." Tristan murmured relaxing again.

"Wait," Finn said, "How do you two know each other?"

"We went to high school together," Rory explained, "that is until Tristan decided to break into Bowman's Dad's safe."

"I remember that," Logan said laughing, "your mom went crazy."

"Back to the problem at hand," Colin proclaimed, "what do we need to do first?"

"Rory needs a ring," Lane chirped from the floor.

"Your kidding, right?" Logan asked in disbelief. When no one answered he groaned, "Please tell me she's kidding. Finn how could you have not gotten her an engagement ring?"

"Sorry mate," Finn defended himself, "I only found out I was getting married yesterday."

"How did you get yourself into this mess anyway?" Rory asked genuinely curious.

"I'd tell you, but first I need some alcohol in me, let's go clubbing." Finn said squirming like a three year old.

"You know Finn," Tristan remarked, "you can't sleep with a redhead, when you're engaged to a brunette."

"Yeah," Finn sighed, "but I wanna dance. You know what? I take that back. I wanna dance with my fiancée."

"Oh no," Rory protested, "I don't really have anything to wear clubbing."

"Come on Mary," Tristan sighed, "you're coming, let's find something for you to wear."

Good? Bad? Ugly? It is a PDLD but I couldn't leave Tristan out…he's so damn cute.