A/N A little bit of Luke and Lorelai for you!

"Luke! Luuuuuke!" Lorelai yelled, once Rory had left. "I'm hungry!"

"Ok," Luke said. "I'll make you a burger."

"Ohhh…" Lorelai said depressed.

"Chili fries?"

"Closer…"

Luke walked into the room.

"Can we go out to dinner, Luke?" Luke looked at her blankly.

"Pretty please… with sugar on top… and ice cream and coffee…" Lorelai begged. "I can go on for hours…" She threatened.

"Fine." Luke said.

"Yay! I'll go get dressed. We'll go at 7:00."

"Okay." Luke replied. "I'm going to go check in on the diner. I'll be back, at 8:00."

"Ha ha ha." Lorelai said.

At 8:15, Lorelai and Luke got into the car, to drive to a nearby restaurant. They sat down and ordered their meal. Then they sat in silence for a few minutes. Lorelai began to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Luke asked.

"No." Lorelai said stubbornly.

Five minutes later.

"Yes."

"Here, wear my jacket." He handed it to her.

"I love you." Lorelai said.

"I love you, too." Luke said.

"I need to talk to you."

"Oh no." Luke looked worried.

"Don't worry, really bad talks don't begin with I love you."

"Oh, yes now I remember." Luke recollected. "Talks that begin with I love you, means you are trying to get me to do something.

"Dean." Lorelai said. Luke made a face, but kept his mouth shut. " Luke, they love each other. They really do. Dean can be rude, sometimes, I know. But he cares about her and he really is a great guy. I need you to be nice to him. Just think, you wouldn't rather her be with Logan. Dean, he really makes Rory happy."

"They're getting serious…" Luke assumed.

"Yeah."

"I'll try. But only for you, and for Rory."

"Thanks, Luke."

Dinner came, and they had a nice time. Lorelai was feeling pretty relieved, she just hoped Dean, was willing to give it another shot, too.

When Rory arrived back at school, she opened the door to her dorm. She caught a glimpse of Paris making out with some guy and quickly shut it again. A few moments later, the guy left and Rory went back inside. "Paris?"

"Yes?" She was smiling.

"You're smiling. You never smile! Thanksgiving must have gone pretty well…"

Paris nodded. Rory smiled, "mine, too." They talked on and on about Dean, and Jack, Paris' guy. Finally, they went to bed and had good dreams.