Dean knocked on her door and waited for an answer. It was only a few seconds before he was greeted with her smile.

"Hey." He smiled and pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm glad you're here, you're not going to believe this…"

"What, wait is something burning?" He asked more alert now and walking inside.

"I'm baking…I was trying to make cookies for us tonight."

"Rory, you could have at least waited for me to get here." He said running to the kitchen. He stopped when he noticed the pan full of burnt cookies.

"I got them out, I swear though; I only left them in for twelve minutes, that's what the can said to do."

He turned back around to face her, this time smiling ear to ear. "You're wearing an apron."

Rory looked down; she had forgotten that she even had it on. "Well I thought we might go out and I didn't want to get dirty."

"How did you ever pull off that Donna Reed night anyway, Babette is lucky she still has a place to live?"

"I don't know, I guess I wanted everything to be so perfect that I took every precaution not to mess up and read each and every detail of direction they gave me." She blushed a little and pulled the apron off hoping that he would stop smiling the way he was at her.

"So you wanted to go out tonight?" He asked unsure since she had mentioned it.

"Well we don't have to, I just wasn't sure if you wanted to go out or stay in?"

"I think we should stay in, we have a lot of movie nights to catch up on." He said pulling her close to him.

"Sounds good to me…" She wanted to say something else but hesitated.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I was just going to ask if you had heard anything yet…you know from Lindsay?"

"Oh well no, I haven't seen or talked to her since she told me. But let's just focus on us tonight; this is the first time that we've actually been able to just be normal. No interruptions, no Miss Patty, no Lindsay…"

"No mom." Rory quickly interjected. "She is staying with Luke tonight; we have the whole house all to ourselves."

"That's interesting, you never mentioned that before."

"Well I wasn't sure about it before, why does it matter anyway?"

"It doesn't." He said smiling and moving in for another kiss. "So what are we going to watch?"

"Dazed and Confused." She announced proudly. "School's out for summer and I'm ready to celebrate."

"Is that what the movie is about?"

"What…Dean don't tell me you've never seen Dazed and Confused?"

"Okay then I won't tell you that I've never seen Dazed and Confused…"

"Oh my God, come on quickly, sit on the couch." She said hurrying to the TV to start the movie and quickly hurried back to snuggle up next to him on the couch. "Okay prepare yourself for one of the all time greatest films…"

"You do realize you say that almost every time we watch a movie together at your house?"

"What is your point exactly?"

"I guess I don't actually have one, I just thought I'd throw it out there."

"Just watch the movie…"

He smiled at her, happy to have her as well as her fanatical ways back.

"So what did you think?" She asked as the credits rolled.

"It was good, I liked it. What's even more amazing is Matthew Mcconaughey having an even deeper southern accent."

"Oh I know, I think this may have been one of his earlier films though."

Dean didn't comment on the movie any farther, instead he smiled at her. All of the lights in the room had been turned off for the movie and the credits still rolling on the screen let out just enough light for him to see her eyes sparkle and her lips glisten, she must have just licked them, he thought to himself.

"I want to kiss you now…" He said suddenly.

She moved closer. "So do it."

Not wasting anymore time he pressed his lips against hers intensely. One of his hands played with her hair while the other slightly pulled her shirt up in the back exposing her warm skin. She returned the gesture but her hands slid up underneath the front of his shirt instead. He pulled her closer lifting her up onto his lap, her weight pressing down on him made him feel as if he was going to lose control but he was able to contain himself at least he was until what she did next. The kissing stopped and Rory looked at him fervently as she pulled away and lifted her shirt up and threw it onto the floor.

"You might need that later…" He joked with her.

"I doubt it." Not giving him a chance to say anything else her lips smothered his once again and his hands explored her body. He was surprised to see that she was not wearing a bra…when they were younger and fooled around that is where she would always stop him but he never did push the issue, even though he was ready to go further then, he respected the fact that she wasn't yet. But now, now she was clearly ready.

She pulled away still holding the sides of his face in her hands. "What are thinking right now?" He laughed. "No that's not fair, just tell me, whatever it was you were thinking at the moment I asked you…"

"I was thinking that when we were sixteen I never got to see all of this."

"Yes well if I had let you see it then do you really think it would be as much fun as it is right now?"

"No matter what, with you, it will always be fun." He watched her blush a little but then began to wonder why she asked that question in the first place. "So what was it exactly that you were thinking about, at that moment?"

"Well actually, I was sort of wishing I could see it." She confessed bashfully.

"See it…see what?" Dean asked confused.

"Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Well I really don't know what you are referring to, so it might be helpful if you did."

She pushed herself upright straightening out her back and applying as much pressure to his lap as possible. "I want to see it." She said again hoping this time he would understand her more clearly.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but only managed to let out a small moan realizing what she meant. "Oh that, well, you can definitely see it."

He smiled at her; she smiled back as her small hands fidgeted with the button on his jeans. As soon as she successfully unbuttoned them the doorbell rang and she looked up worried.

"Who could that be?" Dean asked still holding on to her knowing that any second now she was going to jump up to search for her shirt.

"I don't know, I mean my mom has a key, she would have just come inside. And I'm not expecting anyone…"

"Okay, you wait here then. I'll go answer it so you don't have to find your shirt." He said with a laugh.

"Very funny."

"I told you might want it later…" He continued walking towards the door with a smile on his face; he couldn't seem to stop grinning, but opening the door he was finally able to.

"Lindsay, what are you doing here?" He asked mad that she would intrude like this.

"I went to your house but you weren't home…you're never home actually. Clara told me that you mentioned going to Rory's house for the night so I came here." She looked down at her shoes before continuing. "I need to talk to you, it's important."

"Can't we do this tomorrow, I mean Rory and I were…" He turned to see that Rory was still on the couch listening to everything they said. "Well it's rude for me to leave to talk to you right now."

"I promise it will only take a few minutes, I just need to explain some things. We won't even leave the front porch…"

"Alright fine, but I'm coming back inside in five minutes."