Disclaimer: Whole story short, I do not own anything...

A/N: I know, I know, this took a while...but on the bright side there the chapter is longer and if that is not enough, as I know it is not. There is Rogan action; yes, our beloved Logan and his friends do make an appearance this chapter; so off you go reading.

Extra small note, how some of the characters introduce themselves are not who they really are. It does not make a lot of sense but you should understand it when you get to that point of the chapter or else just read the second author's note at the bottom.

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Three hours later, the opening and closing of the Hayden's front door alerted Lorelai that her kids had returned home from their adventurous day at hell. Grabbing the three filled coffee mugs, she headed towards the living room where the two would be undoubtedly trying to rejuvenate their energy before starting on their after-school activities. This had become a routine for the three on days, where Lorelai did not have to work at her inn in Stars Hollow.

Stepping into the room, she saw their backpacks carelessly flung onto the floor beside the couch and her kids spread out on their different couches. She quirked an eyebrow, was the first day of senior year that hard. Thinking back, she tried to remember.

Flashback

"Lorelai Gilmore, the headmaster would like to see you in his office now." Looking up from her seat in the office wait room, Lorelai strode into the office and closed the door behind her.

"How are you doing, miss Gilmore?" Headmaster Charleston asked, as he gestured for her to take a seat.

"I've been doing very well seeing as today was just the first day." She replied, sitting down in the same chair she was always told to sit in whenever she was sent into his office.

"That's good. And I assume you are wondering why you've been called here." Noticing Lorelai nod, he continued. "I remember clearly telling your class that Chilton has very high expectation. I also remember telling you this when you became..."

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, she took a moment to memorize this moment. He had literally set himself up for the trap he walked into. Snapping out of her thoughts, she kindly inserted the word for him "pregnant."

"Yes, well, I assume you know things haven't changed. You are still expected to put effort into your work, when you enter this school building in the morning." Removing his glasses, he added, "I also suggest that you stay out of trouble this year. For my sake, more than yours." He gave Lorelai a small smile.

"Onto other issues, how are your son and daughter doing? I have heard plenty of news from my wife about how your children are doing, but I would like to hear the mother's point of view. I believe their names are Blake and Rory."

"Actually Rory is a nickname for my daughter. You see, I named her after myself but it gets rather confusing so, we just call her Rory. Their full names are Lorelai Leigh Hayden and Blake Andrew Hayden. And to answer your question, they've been doing very well." She had given the twins the last name Hayden, knowing she would one day carry that name and if that wasn't a good enough reason, Christopher had been very supportive throughout the entire pregnancy so, the least she could do was give them his surname.

"I also heard from your parents that Mr. Hayden has proposed to you over the summer holidays." Her face instantly brightening at the mention of Christopher' proposal. The two families had been taking a trip to the vineyard and he had proposed to her at the beach as the sun was setting. Christopher's proposal had been... perfect. By the look on his student's face, Headmaster Charleston knew clearly that she had accepted the proposal.

It had been an awkward start to her senior year but it was not as bad as she had thought it would be. Actually, she had the same exact conversation in her junior year and when she had returned to school after her pregnancy, in her sophomore year. She did not have a lot of time to think over that thought before Blake interrupted her train of thoughts by asking, if the mugs were for them.

"Actually they are for my twins who've yet to greet their mother since they've stepped foot in the house." She replied.

"Hello mom. Our day was fine; absolutely nothing special happened at school today. How was your day?" They chorused flatly.

"Sheesh, you ask for some kind of signal that they acknowledge your presence as much as the coffee's but no. Instead you are given a boring Hallmark greeting, which is probably used in at least ten different cards; that are all sold at the special price of $1.99." She handed out the cups of coffee and sat down in her armchair. "Now was school really that bad?"

"School is always bad, mom." Sipping her coffee, she continued. "You should start asking whether school was good. At least then you would get an interesting and different answer every time."

"Rory's been acting this way since she found out that most of her classes consisted of Tristan and Paris."

"My poor baby." Lorelai said with amusement laced in her tone.

Rory mumbled a sarcastic, "I'm glad I amuse you."

"What was that, Rory?" Blake teased.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Was her reply as she resumed drinking her afternoon coffee.

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The first three days at Chilton had past by in a blur, with Louise's party being the next night. It had been that day after school that the six of them had agreed to meet up at Paris's place to discuss something Paris had donned of high importance.

When everyone had arrived and made him or her comfortable on either the couch or red-carpeted floor; Paris began her well-thought out yet, short speech. "I've gather you all here today, to discuss our action plan against our rival school, Andover. Now every year for as long as I have been at Chilton, the seniors have been crushed and disgraced when Andover pulls their senior prank upon our school."

Cutting into Paris's speech, Tristan voiced out sarcastically, what everyone had been thinking. "Gee, Gellar that's a brilliant way to start a pep talk."

Paris threw Tristan a glare as she returned to her speech. "As I was saying, every year the elite seniors at Andover are always able to top us by finding our weak point. This year, that's going to be impossible because we are going to be prepared." Sitting down Paris glanced at her group of friends. "Besides, how could they possibly find a weak link in our friendship, right?" She added confidently. Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the council.

"I'm guessing you already know who we are looking for," Louise said knowingly. It was quite common for Paris to be a step ahead of everyone since she was usually the one who brought up these meetings and discussions.

"In a way... I do know who were searching for. I've also heard that they're going to be at the dinner party at the elder Hayden's this Saturday."

"Really," Tristan said sarcastically. "If you think about it, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise. For all we know, we have already seen these people a million times before at another society event. We will just keep a closer eye on them. It is not that hard, and it is the elder Hayden's place so we will have the upper hand. After all these two," he gestured at Blake and Rory, "are the grandchildren. Which means they'd know that place better than any of the Andovers."

"So are we going to find out who these people are or are you going to be the only one who knows, Paris?" Rory asked impatiently.

"Well you see...That's where we have a little glitch...I was only able to get one of their names."

"Only one." Madeline was certainly baffled by this statement. Paris was known to retrieve all the information or at least three quarters of it, but she had come back with only one name.

Rory stared at her blonde-haired friend. "But Paris, you said––"

"I said I know who we are looking for. Even if it's only one of the Andovers."

"Who is it, then?" Blake quickly asked. Having the name of at least one member of the Andover elites was better than starting from scratch.

"Stephanie Vanderbilt."

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Stepping into the house, Rory and Blake surrounded themselves in a familiar scene with fellow classmates crowded everywhere. Strolling into the kitchen, they spotted the classic scene of Tristan DuGrey sipping his drink in a red plastic cup. The content was most likely alcohol seeing as how it was the only type of drink served at these kind of parties. "Hey DuGrey." Blake greeted.

"Blake." After sipping the last few drops of his drink, he acknowledged the other Hayden twin, with a "Hey Mary."

Rory merely rolled her eyes at the supposed nickname. After a few seconds, she reluctantly asked him where the others were. Tossing away his cup, he took a moment to answer. "Louise and Madeline are on the dance floor and Paris is somewhere."

Leaving her brother with Tristan, Rory headed off to find her other friends. Arriving at the dance floor, Rory scanned the mass of people trying to find Louise or Madeline and if it was could even be considered, Paris. Walking into the crowd, she stopped to look around. Before she was able to take off again, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Whirling around to see who it had been, she saw a gorgeous dirty blonde haired man with deep chocolate brown colored eyes.

"Excuse me, but could I have this dance?"

How cliché... Rory mused. "I'd love to, I really would, but I'm looking for my friends. Maybe later." She answered as she began walking away.

"My friends and I," his voice had somehow gained Rory's attention and he didn't plan to throw it away. "We were just stopping by for a little while and we're just about to leave. One dance, that's all I ask."

Something about him - maybe it was the soft pleading tone he had used or maybe it was that sexy smirk he had given her when he saw that he had reclaimed her attention- had made her change her mind. "Just one."

"Just one," he confirmed.

"Last dance of the night for you. And you chose me, don't I feel special." Rory teased, but upon seeing him patiently waiting for her, she could not help but smile sweetly and place her hand into his.

Taking his lead, she realized that she knew nothing of the handsome man in front of her. "So what's your name?"

"Straightforward aren't we?" He smirked.

"Well, I'm not the one who just asked a stranger to dance." Rory shot back playfully.

"Touché." He replied shooting her a smile. "I like the sensation of mystery that surrounds our situation, don't you? Some people like to base their relationships off of that."

"I'm not the kind of person that does those kinds of relationships."

"Okay, I'll tell what, you give me your name and I'll tell mine."

"Sounds fair enough, name's Rory."

"Nice to meet you, Rory. I'm Adam." Letting his gaze wander into the back of the room, he saw his friends leaving. Groaning, he knew he needed to make a hasty exit. Luckily, the song was just a few seconds from the end. "Well, Rory it looks like my time with you is up." He brought her hand up to his lips and gave her a small kiss. Just as he was about to walk past her, he took a brief pause. "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Casting her final glance, he disappeared into the crowd of Chiltonites.

"There you are!" Madeline exclaimed when she spotted Rory. "Paris, she's over here." She yelled, waving Paris to come over to where she was.

"Why are you on the dance floor? I mean, I've known you forever and you never seemed like the dancing kind of person."

"Oh, I was just looking for you guys." Rory let out a sigh of relief. It was a good thing that neither Madeline nor Paris had noticed her intriguing meeting with Adam. Anyone who had ever wanted to go steady with her had, had to deal with criticism from the council. And lets just say it took a lot of bravery to stand up her friends.

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"Logan, mate. Where have you been? I haven't seen you since we parked earlier." Finn looked back from the driver seat.

"I could have sworn that I told Colin that I was going to have a look around the house."

"You never told me that or I would have remembered." Colin replied defensively.

"That doesn't matter now. You two got the names, right?" Logan asked expectedly. The main goal of their appearance at a Chilton party was to obtain the names of the so-called, Royal Council. The trip would have been completely pointless if they hadn't acquired them.

"It took us a while to find some Chiltonites, drunk enough to tell us without having them remember but yes, we did." Finn answered, happy they had been successful.

"Then let's head back and inform the others."

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A/N: Just to clear things up for all those you, who aren't sure but want to know. Adam was really Logan. More details about Logan giving Rory a faux name coming up next chapter as well as the dinner party at the Haydens'!