AN: Basically a fluff chapter because I felt like writing one and I figured the story could use one. There will be a lot more action happening in the next few chapters, so get ready for that. This story is probably going to be pretty long, because I have a lot floating around in my head. So, prepare yourselves for that. Anyway, Happy New Year, everyone! REVIEW, please.

"Hey, Ace."

He placed his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders, and she turned, offering him a smile.

"Hey. You're here before Paris, I'm impressed."

"That was the plan."

He slid into the chair next to him and planted a quick kiss on her lips, causing her smile to grow wider. Leaning forward, he glanced over her shoulder at the pile of notebooks and books on her desk, and smirked.

"Got a little bit of homework?"

"You have no idea," she groaned, "It's two months until the end of the year and the teacher's are trying to cram everything they forgot in now. Hey, why don't you have any homework?"

He raised his eyebrows, "I do, but that doesn't mean I'm going to actually do it."

"I hate you."

"Don't hate the lazy," he laughed, "What all do you have?"

"Everything."

"So I guess that means we aren't hanging out tonight?"

"Not unless you magically transform into a book."

"Right," he rested his arm around her shoulders, "Do you need any help? I took most of these classes my junior year."

She shook her head, "I'm okay, it's just going to take me forever."

"Are you sure you don't want some company?"

"Logan," she warned, but her eyes held a smile.

"Fine, Ace, but that was my final offer."

"You can live one night without seeing me."

He smiled and kissed her again, "Debatable."

"Aw, how sweet."

He was about to reply when Paris walking in the room, scowling as usual. He offered her one his society smiles, but only received a nastier expression in return.

"Hi, Paris."

"Shut up, Huntzberger. What are you two doing here?"

"Making out," Logan deadpanned, "We tried the janitor's closest but it's just too crowded in there nowadays."

"Logan!" Rory protested.

"Great job, Gilmore," Paris replied sarcastically, "You picked a real winner."

The rest of the staff began filing in and Rory turned to Logan, unsuccessfully trying to hide a smile.

"Please refrain from telling the newspaper editor about things we weren't even doing."

He smirked, "She doesn't know that."

"You're impossible."

As the meeting began, Logan ignored Paris and focused completely on his girlfriend. She was leaned over her notebook, scribbling furiously as Paris lectured about everything under the sun. She chewed on her lip, drawing his eyes to that area of her face and making him wanting to just pull her into a kiss right then and there.

Their relationship had only grown stronger after the whole Amber fiasco. He could see the difference in her almost immediately after they resolved everything. She trusted him now. Finally, she wasn't holding anything back when it came to their relationship.

He thought back to their fight, shaking his head slightly at all the drama one girl with a rumor could cause. He'd been deeply hurt by the fact that Rory didn't even give him the chance to explain, but he could also understand why she didn't. Her past relationships had practically torn her apart, and just the thought that he had hurt her caused her to stop thinking rationally. That didn't change how hurt he was, but it was enough of an explanation for him not to let her go. He felt too much for her to let it end just like that.

As for Colin and Finn, it wasn't hard for him to see their side of the story either after he'd stopped seeing red. He was just as protective of Rory as they were, and in the same situation he probably would have replicated their actions. He yelled at them and let off some steam, but after that, they quickly settled back into their friendship.

It had been months since then, and Logan couldn't have been happier. Rory was amazing, and every second spent with her was a thrill. They were constantly laughing about something, or throwing words back and forth at a pace that nobody could keep up with. Even with all their differences, they were so much the same person that it was almost scary. Intellectuality, their minds worked on practically the same level. Together they shared the same witty, sometimes sarcastic, quick sense of humor that kept everyone around them on their toes.

She sent a sideways glance in his direction, and he winked, causing her to smile as a soft shade of red crept up her cheeks. Grinning, he reached for her hand under the table and laced his fingers with hers. Her smile widened and she gave his hand a slight squeeze.

He tuned into Paris briefly, heard something about them not living up to expectations and how they would go nowhere in life, and tuned back out.

He shifted his focus back to Rory, and felt a dull ache when he remembered that these were indeed the last two months of his senior year. Soon, him, Colin, Stephanie, and Finn would all be headed off to Yale. Of course, because with their alumni fathers, where else would they go? But as excited as he was about heading off to college with his best friends, he didn't even want to think about leaving Rory behind. Sure, he would be close, and they would visit each other often, but they both knew it wasn't going to be the same. There would probably be weeks at a time when they would both be too busy to see each other. Suddenly, they would be put on two completely different worlds, and he hated the thought of not being on the same level as her anymore. He missed her already, and they still had two months and a summer left.

"Huntzberger, are you paying attention?"

He shot a grin in Paris's direction, "You were just telling us about what failures we are."

"Wrong. I was just telling you about what losers you are."

"Oh, well, I missed so much, maybe I should just leave."

"Funny," Paris offered him a sarcastic smirk, "Believe me, Huntzberger, I would gladly kick you out of this room if I knew your daddy dearest wouldn't be in here in a second ripping of my head with his bare hands and mounting it on a stick."

"For never meeting my father, you sure do have his personality down pact, except for maybe the bare hands part. He'd probably have somebody else do that for him," he paused, and lowered his voice slightly, "You know, the mess."

"You are such a pain in my ass."

Logan only smirked at her, causing Paris to grow even more angry.

"I can't stand to be in this room anymore. We'll have another meeting the day after tomorrow. Get out of my sight."

She stormed out of the room and Logan turned to Rory, who was staring at him in exasperation.

"You really need to stop doing that. You are single handily destroying the paper."

He shrugged, "There would be one less thing for you to worry about."

"I can think of another way I could have one less thing to worry about," she shot back, giving him a pointed look.

"Touchè, Ace."

They walked out into the hallway, and Logan slid his arm around her waist. She leaned towards him and he smiled, brushing his lips lightly against her hair. Once outside in the parking lot, she stepped away from him, her blue eyes mirroring his own reluctance to leave.

"I really have a lot of homework," she said firmly, seemingly convincing herself as much as him.

"I promise not to interrupt you and your homework," he paused, "However, if you get a study break and you feel like picking up the phone, I have a few ideas about who you could call."

"Orlando Bloom? He's always good for a laugh."

He chuckled, "Not exactly who I had in mind, but hey, who am I to stand between you and Bloom?"

She smiled and leaned up, kissing him lightly. She started to pull away, but he braced her neck with his hands, pulling her towards him. He deepened the kiss and she didn't object. Her hands found their way to his shoulders and he moved one to her cheek, brushing it lightly as he worked his lips against hers. When they pulled apart, she shook her head, a grin plastered on her face.

"I'll call you later."

"That's what I thought," he replied with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes, "Bye, Logan."

"Goodbye, Ace."

He watched her until she got in her car and pulled away, before he turned and headed towards his Porsche. He'd never felt for anyone what he felt for her, not even close. He never thought he would fall this hard, not in a million years. Hell, he never thought he would fall at all. But there was just something about her.

He loved that girl.

The thought caused his step to slow slightly, but then he realized it wasn't that much of a revelation at all. He fell in love with her a long time ago, this was just the first time he'd admitted it to himself. The harder part would be admitting the fact to her.

She didn't have a great history with love, in fact, he was pretty sure she lost faith in it the second Jess uttered the sentence that broke her. If he told he loved her, it could do more harm than good to their relationship. It might bring back memories, and cause her to turn on him. It wasn't like he didn't think she felt the same, in fact, he was almost certain that she did. The catch was that she didn't want to admit it, not yet. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.

He slid into his Porsche, deciding he would wait before telling her anything. They'd been dating for months, and except for the one mix up, their relationship had been flawless. They were in love. He knew that, and he was sure she knew that. Actually saying those words could quite possibly start a series of events that would destroy them. He didn't want that. He was perfectly content to wait it out and see where everything went. Words were meaningless.

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"Just think," Colin said, leaning back on the couch in his den, "In two months, we'll be through with private schools and uniforms forever."

"And it's off to college for partying and alcohol!" Finn announced, grinning.

Stephanie raised her eyebrows, "That changes what exactly?"

"Well, nothing, I guess. But the girls will be hotter."

"You are such a pig."

Logan sighed, "Can we not talk about graduation?"

"It's not like we're moving across the country, Huntz," Colin pointed out.

"I know, but it's still going to suck, especially for her."

They all fell silent, and Logan knew he had pointed out something none of them had really considered before. With them gone, Rory would be alone at Chilton. Literally. The only person she would have left would be Tristan, and they all knew how she felt about him.

And he knew none of them were too thrilled about leaving Rory behind either. She was a part of them. Collectively, they were practically unstoppable. Without her, well, things would be very different.

"Let's not talk about it," Logan repeated, "I don't want to talk about it. I'm not even thinking about it."

"I agree," Colin said, "It's a long time until summer is over."

"Well, guys, it's been fun, but I'm going to go grab some coffee and drive over to see her."

"I thought she was swamped with homework, mate." Finn objected.

"She is, so she'll need coffee."

"You are such a boyfriend," Stephanie teased, "Who would've thought you had it in you?"

"I'm just full of surprises," Logan responded as he stood up, "Later."

Once in his Porsche, he sped off towards the coffee shop they had taken Rory to the day she broke up with Jess. He knew she had a lot of homework, so he was simply planning on stopping off the coffee and leaving. He figured she would appreciate a little caffeine, she was Rory Gilmore after all.

He pulled to a stop in the parking lot and headed inside. He ordered three large coffees, one for himself and two for Rory, before returning to his car. The drive to Stars Hollow went fast, and soon he was steering his car into Rory's driveway. The lights were on, so he knew Rory was still awake studying. With a slight smile, he got out of the car and walked towards the door, knocking gently a few times so as not to wake Lorelai and Christopher is they were already asleep.

He shouldn't have worried about Lorelai Almost the instant he finished knocking, Rory's bubbly brunette mother was at the door, her eyes trained on the coffee in Logan's hands.

"Marry me?" she asked, a grin on her face as she opened the door.

"Sorry, I'm taken."

"Damn."

He chuckled, "And so are you."

"Oh, yeah. But Chris never brings me giant cups of coffee."

"I guess it's your lucky night then," Logan replied as he handed her the coffee that was supposed to be for him, "You'll love it, the coffee is great at this place. Rory probably told you--"

"Oh! Is this from the huge coffee place that you guys took Rory to without having the common decency to invite me?"

"Indeed it is," Logan said with a laugh.

"Thank you! Rory's in the kitchen."

Logan nodded to Lorelai, before turning and heading towards the kitchen. Rory was sitting at the table, bent over a pile of homework that quite literally made Logan's head spin. Smirking, he walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of her. She paused for a second, before lifting her head with a smile.

"What are you doing here?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you hear me talking to your mom?"

"No. I don't hear much of anything when I'm in study mode."

"Dully noted," he nodded towards her books, "How's it going?"

"It's going. And it just got a lot better because my very considerate boyfriend brought me two giant cups of coffee."

"I know, isn't that guy the best?" he grinned and leaned over, planting a kiss on her lips, "So, look, I'll get out of your way. I just wanted to drop that off."

"Stay for awhile," she protested, "I could use the break."

"You don't have to ask me twice."

She pushed her books aside slightly and picked up the coffee, taking a huge sip before returning her attention to him.

"Where's yours?"

"I gave it your mother," he explained, "I feared for my life if I didn't cough up the caffeine."

"Excellent survival skills."

"Years with Finn have taught me ever survival skill I'll ever need, including how to jump over a car while running away from an angry red head with mase and a guard dog."

"Please don't elaborate."

"The dog's name was Killer."

"Logan!"

He held up his hands, laughing, "Okay, okay, I'll stop. So, tell me, what have you accomplished so far this evening?"

"More than any human should have to accomplish in one night."

"I don't doubt it," he picked up one of her books and began flipping through the pages, amused, "Ace, I have to say, you work harder than any person I know. It's disturbing."

"Aw, how sweet. I disturb you."

"In a good way."

"How do you disturb someone in a good way?"

He shrugged with a smile, "I don't know, but you've managed. You just continue to amaze me all the time."

"Nice recovery," she stated sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Thanks, I thought so, too."

"Okay, Mr. Smooth Talker, I think it's about time I get back to my work."

"Oh, come on, I'm a better looking than anybody you could possibly be studying about."

"I don't know, Shakespeare has a very unique face..."

"Well, then, I'll let you get back to your love affair with Shakespeare."

"Oh, there could never be anything between us. He's disturbing, and not in a good way."

He laughed, "Continue studying your disturbing, attractive dead guys, then."

He lifted her chin up and kissed her gently, yet the sparks flew anyway. He pulled back and ran his hand over her hair, causing her to look up at him with a smile, her blue eyes dancing.

"Get out of here, Huntzberger, or I'm going to ask you to stay longer and then I'll never finish."

"I'm failing to see the bad in that situation."

"Logan..."

"Seriously! Think about it: we'd get to spend more time together, which is always a plus. I wouldn't have to go home and your eyes and brain wouldn't go on strike due to information overload. It sounds like an all around good plan to me."

"You forget the part where my grades fall, I don't get into Harvard, my teachers yell at me for so long their faces turn people, and my grandparents keel over from disappointment."

"I still think the pros outweigh the cons."

"Logan..." she warned again, forcing back a smile.

"Okay, okay. I'm gone. Happy studying, Ace."

He walked towards the front door, but was stopped in the living room by Lorelai grabbing his arm. He turned to face her and she smiled, raising her coffee to her lips.

"You make her happy," she informed him, "Really happy."

He smiled. It was good to hear that from the person who knew Rory the best.

"I try," he replied, "Good night, Lorelai."

She smirked, "Night, Blondie. Thanks for the coffee."