Hey guys sorry for the long wait and short chapter but summer is crazy. Unfortunately I won't be able to update for the next five weeks because I will be touring Europe and Asia and will not have access to a computer. But I promise to think of awesome ideas for the story for when I get back! So enjoy! And REVIEW!

Rory was sleeping. She felt the sun on her face as she stretched out on the bed, eyes still closed. She felt groggy, and not ready to wake up. Slowly the events of last night came back to her. Her romantic evening with Jess, finding her mother and father together, sneaking out, and coming to Luke's. She groaned inwardly. Last night had not been fun. Slowly, Rory opened her eyes. She was lying on her side on top of the blanket, and right next to her, eyes open, was Jess.

"Good Morning," he said softly as there eyes met. Confused, Rory looked around. she was in Jess's room in Luke's apartment. She sat up with a start.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. Her clothes that she had been wearing from the night before were all wrinkled from having been slept in. "We… we fell asleep talking," she recalled, straining to remember. "I stayed out all night! Christopher is going to kill me!"

"Hey, calm down," Jess soothed her, sitting up next to her. Rory noticed the way his hair was all mussed. She took a deep breath.

"I can't," she insisted stubbornly. "He's probably freaking out."

"Serves him right," Jess proclaimed. Rory couldn't help but laugh at that.

"I should get home," she said, standing up.

"What's the rush?" Jess asked. Rory gave him a look. She hurried out of the room and into the kitchen area. Luke was at the stove. He turned around when she came out.

"Good morning," he greeted her, leaning against the counter.

"Luke," she returned awkwardly. She glanced into the room, then back at Luke. "I swear, nothing happened… we just fell asleep…" Luke held out his hand to stop her.

"I know," he assured her. "The door was open the whole night. So would you like some pancakes?" he turned back to the stove. "I made them with chocolate chips and blueberry."

"Um, I was actually about to go home."

"Come on," Jess pressed, emerging from the bedroom. "At least stay for breakfast." Rory, not looking forward to what awaited her at home, didn't need much convincing. The three of them sat down at the table as Luke set three steaming plates in front of them. Jess and Luke dug into theirs, but Rory stared queasily at her own. Luke reached his hand across the table to hers.

"Rory, are you sure you're okay?" he asked softly. Rory cast him a sad smile.

"I'll be fine," she assured him. "I hope," she added as an afterthought.

Lorelai was sleeping. She twisted away from the sun as the rays hit her face. She felt something tap her lightly on her shoulder, but struggled to stay in that sweet abyss of ignorance. The tapping continued. Lorelai groaned, twisting away, but again the sun's rays invaded her sleep.

"Lorelai?" a voice called her. Lorelai slowly opened her eyes. And took in her bearings. She lying on Sookie's couch in her apartment, the sheets tangled all around her. slowly she sat up, blinking as she tried to remember why she was there. Sookie was sitting next to her, rubbing her back. "Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" Lorelai shrugged. Sookie gave her a quick, tight hug. "Everything will be all right, you'll see," Sookie assured her. Lorelai looked up at her, tears in eyes. "Will it?" she challenged. "I messed everything up last night. Everything was going so well, and then I went and messed up everything, in the typical style of Lorelai Gilmore!"

"Hey," Sookie stopped her. "Typical Lorelai Gilmore style is not messing everything up! It's making the best out of messed up situations okay? Just look at your life. Yeah, getting pregnant at sixteen was a mistake, but look what you made out of it! You could practically be an advertisement for teen pregnancy because of the life you created! And you always used to deal with who-knows-what going on at the inn when you were the manager, and everything always turned out great. And yeah, sleeping with Christopher last not wasn't the ideal choice to make, but if I know my friend at all, she's not going to let it get her way."

Lorelai bit her lip, hoping that her heart would listen to Sookie's words instead of the fear and regret pulsing in her veins.

Chris was sleeping. He pulled the covers over his head to block the sun as the creak of a door aroused him from his sleep. He tried to roll over, but found he had no room. Opening his eyes, he realized he was asleep on the couch in the living room. That was when he remembered why he was there. The phone lay beside him. he had fallen asleep staring at it, waiting anxiously for either one of the two women in his life to call. Neither had. He heard the door close quietly and light footsteps make there way towards the kitchen.

"Rory?" he called rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Is that you?" The footsteps stopped, then continued, this time towards him. Chris stood up as his daughter meekly crept into the room. She was wearing the same clothes as the night before, and her hair was unbrushed. "You stayed out all night," he stated slowly, dragging out each word. Rory nodded. "I don't even know what to say!' he steamed, curling his hands into fists. "I was worried sick all night, because I had no idea where my daughter was!"

"Well, I'm here now," Rory mumbled, knowing that probably wouldn't help matters much.

"Where were you last night?" Chris confronted her. Rory looked at the floor as she answered.

"Luke's."

"With Jess?" Chris asked, his face slowly turning crimson. "You spent the night with your boyfriend."

"Oh my god, it wasn't like that!" Rory felt herself growing angry. "I was upset, and I went over there and I fell asleep."

"You were upset?" Chris repeated. "You were upset?" When you're upset you slam the door, maybe kick a hole in the wall, throw some things around. You don't sneak out to your boyfriends house and spend the night!"

"I'm sorry, but I told you nothing happened! Luke was there the whole time!"

"O well, now I feel a lot better about where you were the last two years and who was raising you!" he was yelling now, and they were both losing control.

"And whose fault is that?" Rory shot back, her words slicing through like a knife. "Maybe if you had stepped up to the job I wouldn't have had such an 'unfortunate' upringing."

Chris fell silent, muted by his daughter's acid words. He massaged his temples.

"You're grounded," he said finally, eyes closed.

"Grounded?" Rory had never heard the word before in her life. Chris nodded. "Are you kidding?" she asked incredulously. Chris shook his head.

"Things around here need to change," he said. He was calm now, keeping himself in control. "And they're going to change now."

"So you sleep with mom and I get grounded?" Rory protested.

"The two things have nothing to do with each other," her dad insisted.

"Uhuh, sure," Rory insisted. "How long are you going to ground me for?"

"Indefinetly."

"I don't believe this!" yelled Rory. "You don't get to just prance in here and ground me! I've never bee grounded in my life!"

"There's a first time for everything," Chris answered calmly. "You sneak out, you get grounded."

Rory shot Chris a death stare and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. Chris waited expectantly. He heard the windows rattle, and then Rory's frustrated scream. She whisked the door open, her face red from excursion. "You put locks on my window?" she asked furiously.

"Well, I needed someway to keep busy last night when I was waiting for you to come home."

"I'm not some crazy nut-job that needs to be contained!" she protested angrily. "I'm your daughter!"

"Yes, and as my daughter, you have certain responsibilities. Like coming home at night for instance. And judging by the fact that you just tried to sneak out again, the locks were pretty necessary."

"The locks wouldn't be necessary if you weren't driving me out of this house in the first place," Rory told him, slamming the door, this time for good.