A/N: My gosh, this took a long time to write! I blame writer's block on the Gilmore Girls block. Anyhoo, here is the new chapter filled with Paris snarks, Lorelai one-liners, and a whole bunch of Rogan goodness. I hope you enjoy it!

Best Date Ever

Logan Huntzberger was not a man who went for subtle. He drove a Ferrari. He wore Ralph Lauren Blue Label. He liked big. He liked showy. Therefore, Rory felt understandably nervous when she dressed for their first official date. They were now a bonafide item. It was hand-holding, kissing between classes official. He wouldn't tell her what he had planned, instead telling her to just trust him that she would like it. Well, that was all fine and dandy but he failed to realize that she did not have the boy uniform of a button up and jeans which stood up to pretty much any occasion. There was a lot of gray area in women's clothing and she would have liked a slight heads-up in that arena.

"When in doubt dress up," Paris told her. "It is the most logical thing to do. You'd rather be too dressy than wear jeans to Chaz-Panisse or something."

"Oh my God, you think he's taking me to some famous restaurant?" Rory asked, turning sharply toward her roommate. "You realy think that?"

"The kid is loaded," Paris said. "Even more than us."

"Why couldn't he just give me a clue," Rory griped, going through her closet for the third time. "This is impossible."

"Call Lorelai," Paris tossed off. Rory stopped what she was doing and asked herself why she ahd not thought the same thing earlier. The woman was her mother, after all. And a date-apparel genius. Rory walked over to her nightstand and picked up her phone. Moments later she heard her mother's voice in her ear.

"Hello Little Edie," Lorelai chirped. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I need a date outfit."

Rory could practically hear her mother smile on the other end. "Is that boy who finally made an honest woman of you taking you out?"

"Yes, mom, he is. And I have no idea what to wear."

"Where is he taking you?"

"Won't say."

"Typical," Lorelai sniffed. "Okay, um, describe a few pieces that you like in your closet."

Rory walked over to her closet and ticked off a few of her staples, adding a nicer cardigan that Emily had bought her on one of her shopping sprees. Lorelai, in typical fashion, paired together the perfect outfit for whatever he date held. Rory put the outfit on her bed and said, "You are my hero."

"Aw, thanks babe. Are you excited?"

Her stomach did little flips just at the thought of Logan. Not even thoughts of a date or anything else was necessary for her to start blushing like a prepubescent girl. "I can hardly wait, Mom."

"That's good to hear, sweetie. Well, I will let you get ready. Remember to do that little hair twirl of mine. It is a classic. And call Mommy tomorrow and tell me how this boy swept you off your feet."

Rory smiled. "I will. Love you."

"You too, hon."

Rory hung up the phone and looked over at Paris who had been watching her with pointed interest. "Unbelievable."

"That woman is a genius," Paris said. "She should really market her skills."

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There were many reasons why Rory was fond of Logan. She liked the way he took command of a room, even if sometimes she felt it went a bit far. She liked the way he didn't comment on her eating abilities or how many cups of coffee she consumed before 10 AM. She liked his face, too, of course. It was pretty pleasant to look at and was connected to an equally pleasant body. For their date, he threw away the customary rule of showing up on time and arrived a comfortable five minutes late.

She added that to the list.

"Hey there," he said, his hands palming her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Behind them Paris griped, "Get a room."

Logan grinned down at Rory. "Hello Paris. Always the beacon of sunshine."

"Sarcasm is a common defense mechanism," Paris said pointedly. "Are you feeling a need to be defensive, Huntzberger?"

"Of course not." He glanced down at Rory. "Can we leave now?"

"Already out the door. Bye Paris!" she called over her shoulder.

He led her out of the dorm and remarked, "Paris really is something, huh?"

"That she is."

"Is she always like that? I know she was a bit different on Spring Break but-"

"That was her on good behavior," Rory clarified with a grin. "She's a good friend, though. So no screwing me over, you hear?"

"Has she already extended a threat?"

Rory nodded. "Something to do with pinking shears and your nether region."

Logan's eyes widened and he felt a sudden need to cover his boys. "Remind me to never cross her."

"Noted. So, where are you taking me?"

Logan grinned. "You take no time cutting to the chase, huh?"

"Well, I've been worrying myself over this ever since we set it up. I had to plan an outfit. I had to find suitable shoes. This has been on my mind for quite some time, Huntzberger."

"You'll see," he said evasively, giving her side a little squeeze.

"Look at you, full of mysteries. This better be good now."

He smirked down at her. "Have you ever doubted me before?"

The question hung in the air for a moment as they both reflected on the prickly nature of this statement. Yes, she had doubted him. She had doubted that he really cared for her. She had doubted that she took them seriously. There had been a whole lot of doubt radiating from the small brunette's heart and to show that he understood, the larger blonde put his arm around her shoulders and murmured, "Stupid question."

"I don't anymore," she told him, her hand resting on his stomach.

"Well, I promise you that this will be a date you will not forget."

"I guess this means I don't have to worry about you slipping me a mickey or something," she jokes.

"Ace, I hardly think I would have to resort to that." His hand brushes her bottom and she swatted it away with a good natured grin.

"Hands to yourself."

"I could say the same, Ace. You haven't been able to keep your paws off of me since I came." He gestured with his chin to her hand resting on his chest and she gave him a little slap.

"Shush, Huntzberger."

"Shush, Gilmore."

She grinned and turned her head up for a kiss. He dropped his lips to hers and mumbled against them, "You're really something, Ace."

She grinned and pat his cheek. "Back at ya."

"So, on to the date!"

Her voice was contained but he could read her excitement easily as she repeated, "On to the date!"

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"Put this on," Logan told her, handing her a blindfold to cover her eyes. She took it and as she slipped it on murmured, "Kinky."

"Down Rory," he teased. "I just want this to remain a surprise for as long as possible. You might recognize streets and then guess where we are going."

"You are giving my sense of direction too much credit."

"I'm not taking any chances."

Twenty minutes later Rory felt the car stop and she waited for him to open the door. When he did he pulled her out and looped her arm through his as they walked toward, well, whatever they were walking toward. She heard a door open and then Logan said, "One step, Ace."

She stepped up, his hand on the small of her back and then his arm wound around her waist as he said, "Okay, blind fold coming off."

He slipped it off and she looked around, not understanding why she was in an empty restaurant. She looked at Logan and he explained, "The restaurant is ours tonight."

"What?"

He grinned as the maitre de approached and asked, "Would you like to go to your table, Mr. Huntzberger?"

"Yes, please."

Rory was silent as they were led to the only table that was set. The maitre de pulled out her chair for her and she awkwardly sat down, unsure of when he would push it back in.

"Your waiter will come shortly," he said, giving a small nod of his head before departing. Rory leaned toward Logan and asked, "What in the world did you do, Logan?"

"I rented the restaurant for the night."

"Logan, this must have cost a fortune!"

"Don't worry about that, Ace. I told you that this was going to be a date you would never forget."

She smiled sheepishly. "This is too much."

"No, Ace, it's not. Look, I wanted to show you that I am really serious about this, about us."

"So you rented out a restaurant?"

He leaned forward and took her hands in his. 'Yes, that is exactly what I did."

She chuckled. "You have an odd way about things, Logan. I didn't need all of this to show me that you are serious about us. I believe you, Logan."

He leaned forward further as she did the same, their lips meeting for one sweet kiss. Rory spied a waiter a little ways off and murmured, "I think our waiter is waiting for us."

Logan grinned, his lips a breath from hers. "He can wait a little longer."

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"Best date ever," Rory announced as they drove home. "And that tiramisu. My God, that tiramisu!"

"I'm taking it that you liked the tiramisu," Logan said with a grin.

"Yes, you have taken it correctly. So, so, so good."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time."

"You did too, right?"

He grinned at her. "Ace, you have no idea how much I enjoy watching you eat."

"That's weird."

He laughed. "You make the best faces. And you are clearly happy. I like seeing you happy, Ace."

She laid his hand over his on the seat. "Well, I am a very, very happy girl." She paused for a moment. "What type of faces do I make when I eat?"

He chuckled, remembering the array of changes her face went through while eating-particularly that tiramisu. "Let's just say that you are really enjoying yourself. Extremely so."

"Well, people should enjoy themselves when they eat," she declared.

"You're right, Ace. They should."

She leaned her head back against the seat and sighed contently. "Can we always have dates like this?"

"What, where I reserve an entire restaurant?" he asked with a grin.

"No, with tiramisu."

He laughed and said, "I think that can be arranged."

She looked over at him with a soft grin. "Logan, I think this is going to a be a very successful relationship."

A/N: Please review. I will send you some tiramisu. And Logan. lol