A/N: Anymore name suggestions? Thanks for all of the reviews, keep them coming!

Dean and Rory escaped from Paris and took a walk around campus. It was warm out for February, so it was very nice. They had a cup of coffee and sat down on a bench, and talked for the afternoon. Rory told Dean all about Luke and Lorelai's baby, and everything new about school. She showed him the edition of the Yale Newspaper, and told him about the debate club that she joined. They talked for a long while, and it began to grow dark.

"I better get going." Dean said.

" Okay." Rory said. "Thanks, for coming."

"I wanted to." He insisted.

"I know." Rory said.

"Besides you drive to me almost every weekend."

"I love you." Rory said, giving him a kiss.

"I love you, too." He kissed her again. "See you this weekend." He said as he got into his car.

Rory, with a smile across her face, made her way back to the dorm. She opened the door to find Paris making out with Doyle, whom she'd been reunited with on her winter break. "What a hypocrit." Rory thought to herself, as she walked into her bedroom to do some studying. Thursday she had many tests to get through and lots of work for the newspaper, so she didn't have the chance to call Dean, or Lorelai for that matter. But when Friday afternoon came around she was eager to see them both.

"We need to pick out wedding invitations." Rory said to Dean as she walked into the house.

"Okay." Dean answered neither excited nor annoyed.

"Can we go tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"And Sunday mom and I are going shopping for a wedding dress!"

"So tonight we will do something fun." Dean said hopefully.

"Yep. Sounds like a plan."

"So got any ideas?"

"There's a poetry reading at-"

Dean cut her off by giving her a look that said, "Poetry readings do not qualify as fun."

"Fine, Mister. Rory said pretending to be frustrated and insulted. "You come up with something better."

"Let's go ice skating!" He said.

"Do you really think taking the Queen of the uncoordinated ice skating, is such a great idea?"

Dean laughed. "I'll teach you."

After grabbing a quick slice of pizza they drove to the Ice Skating Rink. Dean put on his skates, and Rory rented a pair. "Oww!" She said trying to put the skates on.

"What?' Dean asked worried.

"These are as bad as heels!" She exclaimed.

Dean laughed, and helped Rory get up. They made their way to the rink. Rory inched along the side, one hand holding Dean's and the other holding the rail. "You're ok." He said. "I've got you. Let go of the rail." Rory did and they glided around the rink.

"How do you do that?" She said amazed.

He was quite a pro at skating, since he'd played ice hockey for years. "Just stop worrying, and glide, one foot then the other." He said while demonstrating.

Slowly, Rory got the hang of it. She wasn't moving too fast, but she had managed to make it around the rink, without Dean's help. "Wow! This is fun." Rory said to Dean as she sped up a little. Dean smiled, skating along side her. "Whoa," she said. Her phone was vibrating, and she fell down and they both began to laugh. Dean helped her up. Together, they held hands and skated around the rink one more time, before calling it a night.