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A/N: Here's the fifth chapter, I hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it. (I past my regents with an 85!)

Chapter 5- To the place where you belong

Christmas Eve of '10

It was that time of the year again. Children were going bake cookies and stay up all night to wait for Santa's arrival but only to have themselves falling asleep before twelve. Adults were sipping on eggnog and sitting by the fireplace, cozying up. The Gilmores, however, had plans between Stars Hollow and Hartford. Ahhhh…the day before the birth of Christ, also known as Christmas Eve, Emily Gilmore was once again hosting a party for her rich spoiled friends. And like every year, it was mandatory for both Lorelai and Rory to attend. Thankfully the day was still young, only 6 in the morning. Lorelai had woken Rory up first thing in the morning when she had her sixth sense kick up when the first snow of the year was going to fall.

"You know, nothing has fallen down yet. No snow, no flakes, no fluff." Rory pulled her bomber jacket closer, trapping in the heat. In her hands was a hot cup of Joe, the perks of Luke being her stepfather was having decent coffee. Her mother and her have been sitting on the front porch, both wearing puffy winter coats and woolen scarf with another layer of afghan draped over them.

"It's only just been an hour, I'd say let's give it a few minutes and the white miracles would come falling down. -Oh shot, I forgot." Lorelai mentally slapped her head at her forgetfulness.

"What? Is something wrong?" Rory looked at her mother in concern.

"I can't believe I forgot. The presents. I forgot to buy them. I keep asking Luke to remind me and he never did." Lorelai panicked, every year she would always go present hunting a week before Christmas at the mall.

"Don't worry, I'll help you buy them today." Lorelai opened her mouth to speak but Rory beat her to it. "And no, you can't come. You're four months along and who knows what the crazy people in the mall would do." It's true, they had been shopping once at the Hartford Centre Mall when a pregnant woman was knocked over by an angry shopper. The angry shopper then goes on to blame her for getting in her way and causing her to lose five seconds into having purchase the on sale massaging chair. And because of losing those five seconds, another shopper bought it.

"Thanks honey, I wouldn't know what I would do if you weren't here right now." Lorelai smiled, her nostrils flared out and she started to sniff the air. "Three. Two. One." Tiny white fluffs of snow began to fall from the sky before melting into the ground. After a while, each fluff started stacking right on top of each other, making a tall pile of snow.

"A miracle." Rory sat with her mother at 6:30 A.M. watching more fluff fall. Each fluff contained a different and unique shape from the others. Studies have showed that no two snowflakes are ever alike in comparison.

Everyone in town walked out of their houses to sprinkle some salt onto the ground. The Christmas lights lit up and even the giant rooster had a giant Santa hat perched on top of its head. Forget shooting stars and one thousand paper cranes, this was a real miracle.

Parking her light blue Prius at Lane W of the Hartford Mall parking lot, she shut off her engine and pulled out her keys. Climbing out of her four wheel drive, she locked her car and headed for the front door. As she entered, air from the heat vent warmed her up. She removed her scarf and unbuttoned her long coat. Her face returned to the natural peachy color.

Taking out the long list her mother gave her, she began to separate items that can be bought from the same store. Walking into the closest store near her, she lifted up one of the plastic basket crates and walked down the aisles.

Twenty minutes later, she's been to three different stores and decided to take a break. Taking the escalator down to the food court, she ordered a tall coffee from Starbucks. Paying the cashier with a five dollar bill, she heard a big commotion of laughter coming from the huge Christmas tree.

Walking over, she saw that behind the tree was a long line of children and their parents. And right in front of them was jolly old Saint Nick sitting in a big comfy chair with two elves beside him. In his lap was a little boy telling him of his Christmas wishes.

"Rory?" She turned to the voice who called out her named. She gave the person a smiled when she realized that he was none other than Logan Huntzberger.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She took noticed that he was standing in the same line where people were waiting in turn to speak to Santa. "Don't tell me you don't know Santa is fake?"

"He's fake?!" He put on a look of sadness, but then was replaced by a smile. "I decided to bring Bella here," He lifted up the adorable little girl, "a chance to see Santa. Josh and Honor are already exhausted from watching the little munchkin."

Rory gently smoothed the child's hair. "She's like the exact replica of Honor."

"Next." One of Santa's elves called out. It so happens that it was Logan and Bella's turn. Placing Bella on Santa's lap, he then climbed down to take pictures. Since Bella was only one, the only words she can form were 'milk', 'mama' and 'dada'. But somehow the child was speaking animatedly in gibberish.

"She's so precious." Rory let out a laughter when Bella, who didn't know better, gave a good pull on Santa's fake beard.

Santa readjusted his beard and gently patted the baby's head. Looking over, he called out to the couple. "Mommy, daddy, come take a picture with your daughter." Logan and Rory both pointed at themselves with a look of confusion. "Yes, you both."

"We're not-." She started to say but the man in the red suit interrupted her.

"Nonsense, come on up." Santa motioned with his hands.

Looking over at Logan, he gave her a shrug. He held her hand as they walked up the rocky stairs. Both of them standing behind Santa, with Bella on his lap, Logan gave the camera to the elves. Placing a joyful smile on their faces, they posed for their pictures to be taken. If you didn't know better, you would've really thought that they were a family.

Thanking the elves and Santa, Logan carried Bella and they walked down the stairs, letting the next family get a turn. Rory had bid them both farewells as she continued on with her shopping while Logan had brought Bella to the children's area to play.

After an hour, she was done with all the necessary shopping. With ten bags on each arm, she walked into the parking lot and began to look for W. Finally reaching her designated area, she looked for her Prius. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him standing next to her car with a stroller in front of him.

"Are you stalking me, Mr. Huntzberger?" She had on a teasing smile as she neared her car.

"I wouldn't call it stalking, more like a coincidence that your Prius is in front of my Porsche."

"What makes you think it's mine?"

"You still have the same car when we were dating and plus, there are four coffee cups in there and a Stars Hollow bumper sticker. I don't know anyone else who lives in that small town of yours." He shot her a knowing smirk.

"Alright you caught me." She raised her hands but only to drop them again, with the bags weighing her down. "Now how about you help me place some of these bags in my trunk." Taking off one armload of shopping bags off her arm, he opened her trunk and carefully lined them up. "Thanks."

She opened the door and slipped inside, turning on the heat. Hearing a tap on her window, she pushed the button and the screen automatically lowered.

"So I'll see you tonight."

"Tonight?" She was confused. But she finally caught on when she remembered what she was going to do tonight. Party at Grandma's. "My grandma invited you?" If she did, how come she never saw him at the other parties?

"She always does. I've been busy in the past few years, so I hadn't been able to RSVP her back. But tonight I'm free."

"Oh. Well, I see you later." And with that, she closed her window and pulled out of her spot. Stopping at the red light, she glanced at her rear view mirror and saw Logan carrying the sleepy girl out of her stroller and buckling her safely in his car.

Hearing a beep from the car behind her, she stepped on the gas pedal and drove off to her home.

"Ror, do you know where my other shoe is?" Lorelai walked out of her room, multitasking between searching for her shoes and putting on her diamond stud earrings.

"Top drawer to the left." She called from the kitchen.

Pulling on the handle to the top drawer, she fished her hand in to search for her shoe. Taking out a matching pair, she slipped it on and went downstairs to join her husband and daughter.

"And so the horror begins." Luke announced deadpanned.

"You knew what you were getting into when you said 'I do' at the altar." Lorelai teased him as she put on her coat. "Alright, let's go, go, go."

Luke sighed. Sometimes being the man of the house had caused him a lot of responsibilities. In his teenage years, he used to dream about coming home to his warm family and enjoying the dinner his wife made. He now has part of that, seeing as how Rory was almost like his daughter, and he and April were closer than ever. And since Lorelai doesn't ever cook, he also has to take care of all the wife duties. Life was perfect in his eyes, and he wouldn't even change a small detail. Letting out another sigh, he turned off all the lights and locked up the front door. Climbing into the driver seat, he started the car and began to drive off the Hartford.

"You push it."

"No you go. She likes you better."

"But you're her daughter."

"And you're her granddaughter." The three of them stood outside staring at the big wooden door that had a huge gold clasp in the middle.

Luke, being Luke, got impatient and reached his arm out to ring the doorbell. Hearing the chimes of the melodies go off, the three of them took in a deep breath. As trained by Emily Gilmore, the maid opened the door at the end of the sound.

"May I take you coats?" She asked, probably for the 100th time of her night.

"Sure." The three of them took off their coats and placed it in the arms of the maid. "Mrs. Gilmore is expecting you." Of course, then in comes the woman of the hour.

"Lorelai, Rory, you're here and late as usual." Giving both girls a kiss on the cheek, she pulled back to see their attire. Lorelai was wearing a black empire waist dress while Rory had on a light blue silk mini dress. Giving them a nod of approval, she began to speak, "You girls look great tonight." Turning to the man next to her daughter, she gave him a word of acknowledgement, "Luke."

"Emily." He said, with the same tone, but also with a little more respect, seeing as how she was his mother in-law

Though Emily doesn't exactly see eye to eye with Luke, her respect for him grows ever since he was the first one there for Lorelai when Richard had a stroke. It's not that Luke isn't a nice man, he's just not at her level of society. Maybe someday she'll accept him for who he is and not how much he's worth. Someday she will.

"Rory, follow me, there's some people I want you to meet." Men to be exact. Rich in particular. She placed her hand on the small of her granddaughter's back and guided her into the living room packed with guests. "Ah, John."

"Emily, you're looking more beautiful each day." The man named John came up to the both of them and lifted up Emily's hand to give a kiss on the back. He couldn't be more than 29.

"Still quite the charmer, like your father." Emily suppressed a giggle and waves her hand in mid-air. "How is Charlie by the way?"

"He's doing fine, he's probably in Hawaii now as we speak."

"Oh John I would like you to meet my granddaughter Rory Gilmore. Rory, this is John Needham, CEO of Needham Marketing and Sales."

"Hello." She politely said.

"I must say, the Gilmore girls definitely have really good genes." He gave a smirk to the both of them. He was totally brown-nosing in front of her grandmother.

"Oh stop." Emily had already liked him. "Oh I see some club members over there, I'll leave you two to talk."

"So, your grandmother said you attended Yale." He started to say.

"Oh yea. Class of '07." Rory grabbed a champagne flute from a passing tray and took a sip. She looked around for her mother to rescue her, but she was nowhere to be found.

"I also heard that you took a business class. I had taken that class as a senior in Princeton. Didn't like it at first but then I guess after I understood it all, I go the hang of it…" Her mind had suddenly tuned John's voice out as he continued on talking about percentage of sales and the products he sell. Like magnets, her eyes were automatically attached to a pair of hazel ones.

Logan hadn't known how long he's been staring at her. Probably ever since her grandmother led her into the room. She hadn't yet notice him, but he did. She was wearing a short blue dress. The type of blue that was similar to the one he bought for the life and death brigade event, it had even brought out the blue in her eyes. He was also satisfied to know that on her neck was the necklace he gave her.

He continued to watch her when her grandmother left her with a man to converse with. From this far away he could tell that she was bored out of her mind. The man was talking non-stop and he took notice that the champagne glass in her hands was more interesting than what he was saying.

Feeling her eyes catch his, he gave her a smile. "Bored?" He mouthed.

She smiled and didn't say anything afterwards.

"So does that sound great?" He finally finished what he was saying for the past five minutes. Her mom and her often talked really fast, but never for that long.

"Hmm, what?" She stopped looking gat the glass and lifted her eyes up to his.

"The increase in the percentage of toilet paper. Isn't it great?' This guy is definitely weird, who in the world would find the number of toilet papers sold, interesting?

"Rory, there you are!" A third voice joined them. This person immediately placed an arm around her shoulders.

Turning to face the person next to her, she was glad to find Logan standing by her side. He was once again saving her from these boring socialites. Catching the wink he gave her, she caught on with his game. "Hey darling." Planting a big fat juicy kiss on Logan's cheek, she faced the other man.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Yes, and going on strong for three years." Logan piped in and decided to make it seem more real by nibbling her ear.

"Oh wow. Then I won't interrupt you two." He then staggered off to the other direction.

Seeing him leave in such a hurry, Rory and Logan both laughed out loud. Their behavior caused some proper women to shake their heads in unapproved manner. She took his hand and dragged him to a secluded area.

"Thank you so much. I was dying in there and I still would be if it wasn't for you. So tell me, where's your big white horse?" She teased.

"I have to thank you instead, at least now I get to spend the night talking to a very educated and beautiful woman." She blushed at his words.

"Doesn't this feel very déjà vu?" He chuckled at the memory of the time Emily had throw Rory a 'Yale Male Party.' There had been a guy, almost like the one tonight, who ran away after he had pretended to be her boyfriend.

"Yea." He agreed.

"Come on." She walked up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" He followed.

"You'll see later on." They both stop in front of a bedroom. Twisting the doorknob, they both stepped into the dark room. Her hand searched blindly for the light switch. Flipping the little lever, the room brightened up. Walking over to the balcony, she opened the windows and a gust of wind blew at them.

"I haven't been in this room for a long time. Remember how grandma had me stay here instead of the pool house when she knew you were staying over." She leaned her arms on the railings, letting them support her body.

"I couldn't even sneak in at night to see you without fearing that Emily would catch me and then strike me with a broom."

"I planned on growing my hair longer to let to climb on it. As for the broom, she wouldn't do that."

"Why are you so sure?" His eyes burned through her.

"Because you're a Huntzberger and my grandmother respects you. Also knowing that she's my grandma, she wouldn't dare touch a cleaning utensil." They both laughed at the sight of her grandma dressed in rags and cleaning her own kitchen. It was very un-Emily Gilmore like. "So where's your fiancé?"

"She's back in California right now."

"Why didn't you ask her to come?"

"She has a Victoria's Secrets show, so she rather stays there to get all the fittings done in time for the show." The annual Victoria's Secret fashion shows that took place around this time of year. What usually was the point of those? All the girls ever did was just wear a set of bra and panties, and then walked down a shiny, long catwalk. Rory thought it was funny on why the company would do a fashion show when the bra and panties won't ever be sold in their stores.

"So she's busy all the time."

"That's what models do. They fly, walk, and pose."

Silence had engulfed them in. they didn't even have to talk to feel comfortable with each other. Tiny drops of snow began to fall, but the both of them didn't even move. She would open her mouth and catch it on her tongue.

Logan smiled at the childish action. He took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders when he realized that she must be cold, seeing as how she had less fabric on than he did. Catching the thankful smile she gave him, he returned one back. And then they both stood there, with their heads tilted up, eyes closed, mouths open and tasting the freshness of the snow.

Going back into the warmth of the room, they both brushed off the extra snow off of their shoulders. Taking off the black jacket, she handed it back to him. Excusing himself, Logan went to the bathroom down the hall.

Haven't had the chance to talk to her mother during the part, she went downstairs to look for her, but was stopped when she caught sight of her grandma at the door.

"Grandma, have you seen mom and Luke?" She asked.

"Your mother was looking for you before, but she didn't find you. You know how easily pregnant woman gets tired, so she asked Luke to drive her home. They left an hour ago."

"They left?" Rory put on her jacket that was handed by the maid.

"Do you have a problem with a ride home? You can spend the night here if you want." Emily offered.

"No that's okay, I'll call a cab."

"Alright then, be careful and goodnight." She gave her granddaughter a hug.

"Goodnight grandma." Walking out of the house, she opened her clutch purse and took out her phone. Dialing for car service, she waited to get connected on line. But she only snapped her phone shut after trying her fourth attempt. The servers must be busy. A honk from a Porsche caused her to walk forward to it.

"Logan what are you still doing here?" She bends down to meet his level.

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same question? Come on, get in." He reached over to the passenger side and opened the door. She climbed in seconds later.

"Thanks. Mom and Luke left a while ago." She explained briefly.

"So, how are they?" He asked as he turned his steering wheel, making the car go into a U-turn.

"They're great actually. They got married last year and my mom's pregnant."

"Really? Boy or girl?"

"We don't know yet. Mom said she wanted to surprise herself." That sounded like something Lorelai would do. She was always the most spontaneous one out of the two.

And so they both sat in a comfortable silence, listening to a soft rock ballad playing quietly from their favorite radio station.

"I can't thank you enough for tonight. First you had to rescue me from that boring man and then you had to stay with me to keep me company. And plus, you became my personal chauffeur and drive me back home to Stars Hollow. So thanks." She said as they pulled up to her front lawn.

"Don't worry about it. Like you said, today feels like one of our déjà vu past. It wouldn't hurt to reenact the last part too."

"But we were drunk last time." She unbuckled her seatbelt. "Anyway, thanks again. Goodnight and drive safe." She opened her door and got out on the fresh grass of her lawn.

"Hey Rory!" He called out and she once again bended down so she could see him.

"Yea?"

"Would you want to go grab some coffee tomorrow or maybe catch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure, that sounds nice."

"So I'll pick you up tomorrow at 12, goodnight." He said.

"Goodnight." She said one last time. Taking out her keys, she unlocked the door and went inside. Slowly closing the door, she gave his car one last glance.

Logan sat in his car, seeing the light in her room go up, he started up the car and began to drive away. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen tomorrow.