A/N: I hope you like it!

Chapter

Rory frowned at the empty plate in front of her, a smattering of crumbs being the only remnants of the most delicious five minutes of her life. She sighed sadly, pushing the dish away from her and reaching for her coffee, taking a sip to cheer up her low spirits. Meanwhile, Logan watched her with amusement, shifting positions every so often as he studied her. She was so unusual to him. All his life he had been around girls who were afraid to take a bite of a pie. Yet, here was a girl who ate an entire piece and was lamenting the end, not the bloating result.

"All gone," she mumbled, sighing once again as Luke approached with coffee.

"You can have another piece, you know," Logan offered.

"That is completely out of the question. If I have more than one piece it will completely throw me off,"

"It's just pie," her eyes widened.

"You did not just say that," he shrugged in response, "Logan Huntzberger, this is not just pie. This is Oreo Creme pie, Luke only has it once a month,"

"Why?"

"Because, he just does. I can only have one piece a day. That way, I really savor the flavors,"

"Is she crying over the pie?" Luke asked blandly as he poured her more coffee. Free refills were clearly offered. Logan nodded, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

"I offered her a second slice,"

"Nah, her mother did the same routine this morning. They do it every month," he shook his head, walking away, but not before one last remark escaped him, "you'd think they'd shut up eventually and just get the second damn piece," Rory smiled at the retreating form of the cantankerous diner owner.

"He's in a good mood today," she looked around, "must be because Kirk's not here,"

"Kirk?" Logan inquired.

"Yeah, he's on bed rest now for accidentally drinking half a bottle of nail polish remover,"

"He drank nail polish remover?" Rory nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, see, his mom put it on his night stand and he woke up in the middle of the night and was thirsty. He thought it was a bottle of water and just drank down half of it," she giggled, "now he has a lisp,"

"How are you laughing at this?" Rory shrugged.

"It's not as bad as when he ate an entire thing of chocolate scented whipped body moisturizer. He thought it was cool whip,"

"You know what, your town is just getting better and better," she smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"It grows on you,"

"They are original, completely original,"

"The Beatles," Dave smiled at his obvious triumph, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Ha, I got you on that one," he continued.

"I still think that The Killers are completely original,"

"Most of the rifts used are from old Beatle's songs. Like, listen to Everything Will Be Okay from Hot Fuss. It is a brilliant song, but mostly brilliant for the ripping off of the Beatles," Lane grimaced, shaking her head.

"You're just being ridiculous. Listen to When You Were Young, that has no Beatle's sound, whatsoever,"

"Although it is reminiscent of old school Bruce Springsteen," he saw her eyes flash and laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender, "please don't shoot the messenger," her face relaxed and she smiled.

"Dave, I think that we better end this conversation. It could end badly,"

"I've never seen you get so bothered. You sort of reminded me of your mother," she shook her head, settling next to him on his sofa.

"Ugh, never say that again," He placed his hand over hers, slowly entwining her fingers with his.

"I'm really glad that we both came to our senses," he said, kissing her head after she tenderly placed it on his shoulder.

"Me too. I mean, who else would I heatedly discuss rock bands with?"

"Good question, I'm glad it's me," he was silent for a moment and she could tell he was thinking. She could always tell by his breathing, it got slow and steady, like when someone was asleep. And that's how his breathing was, slow and steady.

"Dave-"

"Okay, I'm going to say something. I don't expect an answer, I'm just going to put it on the table,"

"Okay,"

"Lane, I love you," She pulled away, surprised.

"You, wait, you love me?"

"That is what I said,"

"Like, you're so cute, love you, or I'll share the remote, love you,"

"I think it's a little deeper than sharing the remote, but, yeah, I guess the latter," Lane smiled, brown eyes bright with what she had heard.

"Wow, you love me,"

"Uh, yeah, that's the news," She kissed him softly, smiling against his lips.

"I'll let you share the remote too,"

"I have to go back," Logan admitted, not too eager to pry his lips from Rory's.

"No, you don't," she retorted, nipping his ear in a manner that told him that leaving was not wise. He allowed himself to give in for a few more minutes, hands running up and down her waist. Finally, he pulled away, breathing difficult.

"Okay, now I really need to go," Rory sighed, a content smile on her face.

"Alright, I guess I can let you go. What do you have?"

"A social gathering with my family. Believe me, I'd rather stay with you,"

"What is it for?"

"A charity that my father has put a huge sum of money in and now is going to use to put out the idea that we are a big happy family and all that crap,"

"Ah, is he putting the fun in disfunctional?"

"Attempting to,"

"Well, just think of me if the going gets tough," Rory offered, giving him a quick peck. Logan wasn't paying much attention to that though, he had an idea.

"You'll come with me,"

"What?"

"You will come with me. You're my girlfriend, you're part of the family now. Hell, I'm sure that Honor will have Josh there. Why shouldn't you come? And besides, all my friends will be there and I want them to meet you,"

"Are you sure you want me to come?" Logan smiled, putting his arms around her waist.

"Ace,"

"What would I wear?"

"We'll pick something up on the way,"

"I don't like doing things last minute. Procastinating and me do not mix,"

"Ace, it's a dress,"

"Do you really want me to come?" He kissed her, leaving no doubt in her mind, "When do we leave?"

8

"I can't believe this dress cost two hundred dollars," Rory said for the fifth time as they stood at the doorway into Logan's house.

"Believe me Ace, compared to some outfits here tonight, that was nothing,"

"Two hundred dollars. I don't think Stars Hollow even knows what two hundred dollars looks like," Logan smiled, but it quickly turned into a grimace.

"Okay, let me just warn you that my familiy is not the most 'warm and cozy'. First, they don't know about you. Second, they hate just about anything that is important to me. And they are the devil in human form,"

"You sound like my mom,"

"Honor's great though. You'll like her,"

"I'm sure I will,"

"So, are you ready?" She nodded and he knocked. The first sight they were greeted with was thankfully a welcome one.

"Honor,"

"Little brother, get in here. Mom and Dad are just about having a coronary," she looked at Rory, smiling, "I'm sorry, I don't know you,"

"I'm Rory,"

"She's my girlfriend," Logan proudly announced.

"You're-"
"Talk later, right now we need to appear as a loving family," Logan interrupted, gesturing to his mother who was anxiously flagging them over, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Girlfriend?" Honor pressed, grabbing Logan's arm, "are you serious?" She glanced at Rory, who was looking exceedingly uncomfortable.

"Yes, she is my girlfriend,"

"Girlfriend, wow, girlfriend,"

"Will you please stop repeating it. Yes, Rory is my girlfriend," Honor smiled warmly at Rory, affirming Logan's inkling from earlier. She did indeed like her.

"Rory, welcome to the crazy, back stabbing, and often nauseating world of the upper class,"
"She's a Gilmore," Logan said, "I think she's quite equipped for all the upper class does," Honor's eyes widened, as did her smile.

"You snagged a Gilmore? Nice job, little brother," she turned her beaming smile to Rory again, "then you, dear, will get along just fine,"

"Honor, Logan, stop dawdling dears," both could hear the strain in their mother's voice, "come take the picture. And Logan, leave your little friend over there. This picture is only family," Logan took Rory's hand for a moment, squeezing it quickly.

"And the fun begins,"

"Toni," the Australian man guessed, swaying a bit as he stood in front of Rory as the Huntzberger's smiled for the cameras.

"No, it's-"

"Mindy,"

"No-"

"I got it!" He grinned triumphantly, a hand pumping in the air, "Shakira," his face clouded, "no, that's a singer," a drunken and leering glaze darkened his eyes and he grinned wider ,"and a bloody hot one. Those hips...,"

"Um..," he looked at her as if he just noticed her presence.

"I'm sorry, do I know you love?"

"Well-"

"Finn," she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Logan's arm wrap around her waist. This drunk Australian was quite challenging.

"Logan mate, great party,"

"I see you found the alcohol,"

"As always," A blonde girl retorted, appearing next to Finn, "who's this?" she asked with a wink. Something about that wink bothered Rory. This pretty blonde seemed to have an inside joke with Logan, her Logan. The reality that there was this entire other group of people who knew Logan and had their own inside jokes with him bothered her. She had a lot of catching up to do.

"This is Rory," the blonde squeeled, pulling her into a hug with bone crushing proportions. Apparantly although Rory had no idea who these people were, they cleary knew her. Except for the Australian named Finn who was still staring at her strangely

"I am so glad that you are here," the blonde gushed, "I assume this means that you are...," she trailed of, looking at Logan.

"Yes, Rory is my girlfriend," he kissed her head, "Rory, this is Stephanie. And the drunken man is Finn,"

"He's not nearly as drunk as the Townsend party," a brunette man said, joining the group.

"Ah, right on time. Rory, this is Colin,"

"This is the Rory?" Colin asked in disbelief, "you have landed the whale. You are Annette Bening, it is an honor to meet you," Rory laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call Logan a Warren Beaty, but yes, I guess that is me,"

"Rory, it's nice to meet you," Stephanie said with a smile, "but Logan, I have to warn you. The lovely Lindsay is here," Rory looked at Logan and noticed that he had paled.

"Lindsay is here?"

"Uh huh, and she's wearing an especially short dress. Be careful, she's on the prowl,"

"Um, Logan, who's Lindsay?" Rory asked, her voice betraying her.

"Don't worry about her Ace, she's no one,"

"Logan-"

"Logan Huntzberger," everyone turned to see a leggy girl with jet black hair, her red stained lips in a pouty grin, "you handsome devil. How dare you not say hello to me,"

"Hello Lindsay,"

"You look fantastic tonight. You always did look good in brown,"

"Uh Lindsay, I want you to meet my girl friend," he tightened his grip on Rory's waist, "Rory Gilmore," Lindsay appraised Rory quickly, not seeming to impressed.

"Of Richard and Emily?"

"Yes," Rory replied, reminding herself silently to stand up straight.

"Hm, I've heard of you. I thought you'd be prettier," Logan went to say something but Rory cut him off.

"Sorry to hear that. Next time I'll make sure to slather on whorish red lipstick and sidle up to other people's boyfriends. Would that be better?" Lindsay laughed, her green eyes sparkling in an unfriendly manner.

"You're fiesty, I see. You may prove to be a problem," she shrugged, eyes flahsing, "but nothing I can't deal with," she walked past them, her hand grazing Logan's shoulder, "See you later Huntz," Rory watched her walk away and then looked at Logan, blue eyes piercing his brown ones.

"Oh, we definitely have some talking to do,"

A/N: Here it is! I hope that you enjoyed it. Sorry that it took so long. But after the show went off the air I kind of had a hard time writing these...but now I don't. So yay. Please review and let me know what you thought of it.