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And then, there were two

She woke up early, the sun shining through her window having disturbed her sleep. She was wrapped tightly in Finn's arms. They were lying in spoon position, one arm under her neck, one flung over her body. His breath was calm and steady, blowing on her ear. And it sent tiny chills down her spine. She was pretty sure she couldn't move without waking him, so she lay there, still for a while, enjoying the heat of the sun on her face. She could hear Paris stirring in the next room, and somebody was whistling outside the window. She could feel Finn move, as he withdrew his arm to scratch his nose, and she quietly slipped out of the bed. She grabbed her sell from the desk, and closed the door behind her.

"Morning," Paris greeted her in her normal morning-growl "You're up early seeing as you have no classes today. Don't you like sharing your bed?"

"I just remembered I promised to call my mom."

Paris frowned; she was obviously not in a very good mood this morning.

"Then you must excuse me if I leave, I'm not in the mood for you twos happy chipper today." she snarled and hammered her coffee cup down into the table.

"Wow, someone started today off on the wrong foot huh?"

Rory smiled to cheer her up, but instead she saw the most terrifying thing she had ever seen, in front of her Paris seemed to shrink, and suddenly huge tears dripped from her eyes and ran over her flushed cheeks. Rory just froze, and she had no idea what to say. She had never seen Paris cry before, the closest had been when she didn't get accepted to Harvard, and she didn't really cry back then, it was more like hyperventilating.

"He dumped me." she hiccupped "He fucking dumped me over the phone, apparently his dad didn't seem to think I was good enough for him, and come on it's not like his family is anything special. I'm a Gellar for God's sake, what does he think he can get bloody Paris Hilton? Because its not like he's that great himself, he can't even spell you know. And dumping someone over the phone, that's just too low, who would do something like that?"

Rory was shocked, but she was pretty sure that reminding Paris that she herself dumped Jamie over the phone their first year in college, wasn't a good idea. She walked over to Paris, and padded her slowly on the back. Paris broke down sobbing, and threw her arms around Rory's neck, while whining words that was impossible to comprehend. And that was how Finn found them, when he left Rory's room half an hour later. He sported a just as surprised look, as she had herself, at the sight of Paris.

"What's going on?" he mimed at Rory.

"Doyle dumped her." she mimed back.

"You know, I may be sad, but I neither blind nor stupid." Paris seemed to be regaining her normal sharp tongue, and she pulled back from Rory.

"Sorry," Finn first gave her an apologetic look, and then he shot her one of his trademark smiles "of course you aren't. I just like to up to speed."

Rory had yet to meet a girl who didn't get week knees from one of those smiles, and it certainly seemed to affect Paris too. She sobbed a little, and then she rewarded him with one of her rare, but beautiful smiles.

"You may not be as bad as I thought Aussie." she growled and marched into her room.

"And then there were two…" Finn said in a suggesting manner before he snaked his arms around her and lowered his head to kiss her.

Rory smiled, and closed her eyes in anticipation of the fireworks, but all that happened was a knock on the door. She tore loose and went to open door.

"So not fair…" she heard him mumble behind her, and she grinned as she opened the door.

Doyle was outside the door looking more stressed out than normally, he was fidgeting and fingering the hem of his shirt. He didn't say anything, but he starred at Finn, who was standing in the middle of the common room, wearing nothing but boxers. Then his eyes traveled to Rory, and she noticed a disapproving look in his eyes. He scanned her face for a reaction, and when he didn't see one, he seemed to think Paris hadn't said anything to her.

"Paris?" he muttered.

"Don't know if she wants to see you,"

Rory went over to Paris' door, and knocked on it before she stuck her head in the room and said something to Paris. Doyle had moved his disapproving looked to Finn, whom he was now ogling with an evil look in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Doyle grumbled "I thought she was dating pretty-boy."

"What, ain't I pretty?" Finn chuckled as he went to get dressed.

"You won't by making out with him in my newsroom too will you?" Doyle said angrily to Rory.

"What do you care?" Rory muttered and then followed up in a more audible voice "Paris doesn't want to talk to you,"

Doyle's face fell, and she pitied him a little.

"Maybe if you come back tomorrow or something… But no promises!" she said, really hoping he wouldn't come back. Maybe Paris was better of without him, he was far too cynical.

Finn got back just as Rory was about to shove Doyle out the door, and he gave her a helping hand as Doyle seemed unwilling to leave. After having thrown him out, Finn reached for her again, only to be interrupted yet again as Paris stormed out of her room.

"This just isn't my day!" Finn sighed, but Paris completely ignored him

"Sorry, but I don't think I can handle being alone with the two of you today either." she had an overnight bag over her shoulder "I'm going home for a while."

"Take care." Rory just got to say it before the door slammed behind Paris.

Finn had a content expression on his face as he reached for her yet again; this time pretty sure they wouldn't be interrupted.

"And then there were two." he said with a smile just before his lips covered hers.