Author's Note: Well I'm back! Lucky you guys, I'm on vacation. All my friends are away, so it's prime writing time! Thank you everyone for the reviews. I've hit exactly 50! But I'd really appreciate more. I'm not greedy, I just really like advice. I take EVERYTHING into consideration and will probably incorporate your ideas into the story. Then you get credit! So help me please! Enjoy.

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After the semi-awkward Friday Night Dinner, Rory decided to go back to Stars Hollow and spend the night with her mom. She figured she owed her a night's worth of explanation, as she really hadn't talked to her much lately. Lorelai probably felt alienated, and Rory felt bad about that.

As Lorelai drove, she mulled over the silence in her Jeep. Never before had the 30 minute ride from Hartford been spent without talking. Gilmore Girls just didn't do silence. It hurt Lorelai on a level that she just couldn't explain. The silence was mightier than the sword.

Upon arrival at the Crap Shack, Rory sighed. She knew that their arrival meant it was time to spill. Rory wasn't sure she was ready to explain everything; mainly because she knew what her mom's response would be to finding out about Logan's stereotypic Hartford society attitude.

"So," Rory started.

"You know, hon, you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to." Lorelai pouted.

"No, it's not that. I just don't know where to start."

"Well, let's go inside and get some popcorn. Maybe the buttery sensation will spark your mind." Lorelai joked.

"Umm, ok." Rory was still worried.

"Rory, relax, really. I won't judge. The silence makes me more nervous than whatever it is you're going to tell me. Guarantee. Who am I to judge?"

"Yeah Mom, you're definitely not the judging type." Rory laughed.

Lorelai smiled, she knew Rory was starting to loosen up. She just hoped that Rory's problem was something she could fix and not judge in the process.

The girls walked into the house. Lorelai went into the kitchen to pop the popcorn. Rory dropped her stuff off in her room and walked into the living room. Lorelai came into the room carrying the popcorn as well as bringing in some tater tots and ice cream.

"Mom," Rory laughed, "we just ate a huge dinner!"

"Oh Jesus, please do not tell me that Yale has affected her culinary delight!?" Lorelai put down the food and moved her hands across her chest in the prayer symbol.

Rory laughed. It felt good that Lorelai didn't seem mad at her anymore. Maybe she could accept Rory's newfound fascination with learning about this Huntzburger. However, she didn't think she'd be admitting to her budding crush just yet.

Rory shook her head in disgust. She couldn't believe she had admitted that to herself. She did NOT like Logan Huntzburger. He was obnoxious, self-centered, egotistical, rude, horny, and a drunk. She was just curious. That was how she reasoned it to herself. She was Rory Gilmore, ace reporter. And ace reporters needed to get all the facts. Her "fascination" was not really a fascination, but more a craving for knowledge.

Rory smiled, satisfied. Lorelai walked in and smiled as well. She liked to see her daughter happy. Lorelai was still worried that something was really wrong, but if Rory was smiling, it couldn't be too dire.

Lorelai plopped down on the couch, resting her feet on the coffee table next to the tater tots. She put the bowl of popcorn in Rory's lap and took the ice cream in her own.

"So," Rory started for the second time that night.

"Now that I'm situated, we can talk." Lorelai smiled.

"Of course, because you're situated, now we can talk." Rory laughed back. "What exactly are we talking about?"

"Tell me about what's bugging you that you're so agitated. Tell me about what's bugging you that made you decide to ask Emily Gilmore for information. You of all people know that information from my mother only leads to trouble."

"Ah, yes. Let us all remember Peyton Sanders."

"See what I mean! So what's on your mind sweets?"

"Okay well you know from tonight that it has to do with Logan Huntzberger. Do you remember when I would come home after school and tell you the stories I heard about a kid named Logan?"

Lorelai nodded. She figured that there wasn't more than one Logan Huntzberger in the world.

"Okay, so from the beginning of the semester, I kept running into this kid. He first showed up in my Introduction to Obscure Russian Poetry class. He was blonde, obnoxious, loud, always surrounded by his cronies, and drunk. I thought he was the most abhorrent kid I had ever laid eyes on. I was so disgusted that I couldn't pay attention for most of class. However, I wasn't really thinking about Logan. I was thinking about Madeline's party. Remember that one? The party Lane and I went to right after Dean and I broke up?"

"Yup," Lorelai nodded, motioning for Rory to continue.

"Alright. After class, I needed coffee."

"Duh, you're a Gilmore," Lorelai interrupted.

"Mom, if you want me to talk you need to stop interrupting me." Rory laughed.

"Sorry, sorry!"

"I was walking to the coffee cart, trying to forget about this guy, whom I had a hunch was Huntzberger. Of course, standing by the sacred coffee, was no one else than Logan and his crew. Again, I found myself thinking back to a class in high school where Louise and Madeline were talking about some flask thing. I'm not so sure." Rory paused, not entirely sure she wanted Lorelai to have every detail so far.

Lorelai nodded, realizing that Rory was probably leaving some things out. She wasn't going to press however; Lorelai understood that certain things needed to remain secrets.

"A few days later, he came to the newsroom while I was working on an article," Rory continued. "Basically he came, drunk, at 10:30 in the morning mind you, and hit on me."

"Oh la la." Lorelai laughed.

"Mom! So not funny. Would you like me to stop?"

"No! Please! No!" Lorelai mock begged.

"Okay then. So of course, I said no, but again something he said reminded me of high school and Tristan. I don't know, it's just been bothering me. So I went to Grandma, because I know she knows all of the high society types. I figured, there is a big chance he is who I think he is. I'm just confused."

"Oh honey. Now I see why you were so wrapped up in this, it's confusing. But why is it bothering you this much? And don't give me the reporter bull, I don't believe that line."

Rory shook her head. "I don't know Mom. I really don't. I guess I was scared of your reaction? I hate to disappoint you, and I know that you hate society kids."

"But sweetie, I don't have a problem with you having society friends. I could never do that to you. Yes, I didn't want that life for you. But I can't tell you who can be your friend."

"But that's just it. We're not friends. I've said two words to him. I don't know Mom. I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Good night." Rory walked off into her bedroom.

"Good night, I love you." Lorelai called after her. Lorelai was puzzled. She just didn't understand why Rory would care so much about her reaction. Lorelai sighed and started up the stairs to her own bed.

Rory got into bed and turned the lights out. However, sleep did not come. Rory realized she was still confused. She had poured her heart out to her mother, and still did not feel better. Rory loved Lorelai, but she was still afraid of her reaction to learning of Rory's potential crush. Finally, she gave up thinking about her predicament. She let sleep overtake her and at last Rory fell asleep, dreaming of Logan.

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