Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

PDLD

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Rating: PG

A/N:

OK… First let me say I'm soooo sorry that it's been this long in-between updates… it's been a crazy week…unfortunately these next 2 weeks are not looking much better… so I'm not promising any updates, but I'll try… but don't worry… I love this story and I love your response to this story, so you're not getting rid of me anytime soon (btw… the more reviews I get the more pressure I feel to get the next chapter out quickly hint hint hint… hahaha)

Also… I want to thank YOU GUYS! You've been absolutely AMAZING… considering this is really my first story and I already have THIS MANY REVIEWS! It's like mind-blowing to me… Thank You Soooooooooooo Much!

Ok… enough of my rambling… on with the story…

CHAPTER 4: Thus With a Kiss…

"…No way! Chrissy totally beat Janet on Three's Company for best roommate!"

"What are you talking about? Janet actually lasted throughout the whole series! Chrissy only lasted like a season!"

"Oh come on! It was definitely longer than that!"

The argument (that had started over an hour ago) still raged on as Finn and Rory strolled lazily back to her apartment. Their initial plan of escaping for lunch had evolved into also going for another walk (much to Rory's cringe) and then eventually going out for dinner.

The sky was pinkish-orange, the tinge it always is when the sun is setting. Rory's cheeks were rosy, and Finn was grinning dopily, giving off the aura of a child-like persona.

"You just like her because she was blond and jumped up and down a lot"

"That has absolutely nothing to do with it, Love. Chrissy was just an overall more entertaining than Janet ever was."

"Yea… she was more entertaining because she was blond and jumped up and down a lot…"

"You think that little of me, my dear?" Finn replied with fake shock in his voice…

"Yea! Because it's true…"

"Well…" he replied with a lopsided grin.

"HA HA! I'm right!" Rory sang out childishly as she did a little happy dance going up the steps.

"What can I say… I was a teenager for Christ's sake!" He tried to argue as Rory continued to do her happy dance…

"Well this is my stop," Rory replied referring to her apartment door.

"Oh," Finn replied with a groan. "Do you have to go? I don't want to go back to my hotel. Stan is there and he's going to be mad. I bet he won't let me eat desert for a week after this one…"

"Well it's your own fault," She replied with a laugh. "Did I or did I not tell you that you should have gone back at 2… but noooo you just haaad to procrastinate."

"Hey don't dis procrastination… it's the best way to get things done."

"How is procrastination, which by definition means to put off something intentionally or habitually, the best method of 'getting things done'?"

"Ahhh but you see that's the beauty of the Procrastination Method—"

"'Procrastination Method'? There's a 'Procrastination Method'?"

"Yes, the Procrastination Method… its very efficient… see you basically put off everything due in the near future and spend time doing things that are due in the not so near future… you still get things done, and at the same time you are still putting things off… it's the perfect compromise…"

"But what, pray tell, do you do when those 'due in the near future' things turn into 'due tomorrow' things?"

"Well, I never said the method was perfect…"

"I really had fun today." Rory replied after she was finally able to control her laughter.

"Yea, me too," Finn replied (speaking seriously for the first time all day).

Spontaneously, Finn leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The kiss only lasted for a moment but the chemistry released in that one kiss was unmistakable. Both Rory and Finn were surprised by just how much punch that one little kiss packed.

"We should definitely do this again sometime." Rory replied after she had regained her composure after the shock of the kiss.

"Do you mean the date or the kissing—"Finn started to reply but was cut off by Rory's lips crashing into his own. Their chemistry was like an explosion. It blew everything else way.

Rory finally leaned back slightly and replied, "I was talking about the date but I wouldn't mind the kissing either. Besides, you still owe me that cookie."

"Ahh right, the aforementioned cookie…. Mustn't for get that."

"No we mustn't."

After another silence that surprising wasn't the least bit awkward (more like content) Finn leaned down and whispered, "Goodnight, Rory Gilmore. Until next time."

"Until next time," She echoed as he walked down the hall away from her. She didn't realize until a moment or so later that she was still touching her lips that were still tingling from the kiss.

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Rory entered her apartment a few moments later still flying from that mind blowing kiss. She had known that she had liked Finn (anyone who spent even a moment in the man's presence would) but this… this went way beyond "like". There was a chemistry between them that was almost impossible to describe. It was electrifying… It was addicting… the more time she spent with him, the more time she WANTED to spend with him. These blissful thoughts were still running through Rory's mind as she entered her small kitchen, when they were suddenly interrupted.

"So who's the boy?"

"GOD!" Rory gasped from shock. "You scared the crap out of me, mom! What the hell are you doing here… in New York… sneaking around my apartment?"

"Relax, relax… I'm just here to surprise my one and only daughter, apple of my eye, fruit of my loins…"

"Mom. Please. It's a very long drive from Stars Hallow to New York, and besides it's a week day. You work on weekdays. So now that we've got all that settled… what are you doing here… in New York… sneaking around my apartment?"

"You know I think all those fancy journalism classes you took ruined you… They have made your mind 'inquisitive'… I can't get ANYTHING past you anymore."

"I believe I inherited my 'inquisitive' mind from my mother."

"Nice try with the empty flattery attempt but it won't get you out of the question that still stands: who's the boy?"

"Why are you in New York?"

"No fair I asked you first!" Lorelai wined.

"Fine, fine… I was out with Finn Morgan."

"Finn Morgan? As in the actor whose coming out with that really cheesy romantic comedy that they've been advertising the hell out of? That Finn Morgan?"

"No… the Finn Morgan who I knew from college, bumped into yesterday and haphazardly saved from the press, twice… who also happens to be 'the actor whose coming out with that really cheesy romantic comedy that they've been advertising the hell out of'." Rory replied as she began to make coffee… she had a feeling Lorelai wasn't going to let this one rest for at least another two hours and if that happened she was definitely going to need nourishment… and what better nourishment was there than coffee?

"And why was I not informed of this?" Lorelai asked in mock hurt that she had been left out of something.

"Well: (a) it only happened yesterday, and (b) you obviously were informed in some way or else this whole 'secret ambush after the date' thing would not be happening… Who is your secret informant anyway? Have you finally hired that private eye to keep constant track of me?"

"No, Joe starts on Monday… this I learned from my other secret informant Frank, who happens to be the mail room guy at your office. You see, I had a meeting with our stationary suppliers today that was only 20 minutes away so I decided to drop in on my daughter for a late lunch around 2 o'clock. Imagine my surprise when I get to the paper and learn, from a complete stranger, that my one and only daughter is out on a date with some mystery guy? Well, I obviously couldn't just let THAT ONE rest, so I hightailed it over to your apartment, thinking that you'd be back in a little while…you are now out of chips, red vines and doctor pepper by the way."

"'And so ends the saga of Lorelai Gilmore?" Rory quipped.

"For today anyway."

"So you actually met asshole Frank? That's a disturbing thought…"

"Yes… I believe I will forever be scared from that encounter…"

"Sorry… I would have warned you… I've made it a general rule to stay at least 10 feet away from Frank at all times…"

"I can see why… But back on topic… how was the date?"

"Well…" Rory replied as she began the long story of what happened since her little rescue at 1 o'clock that afternoon.

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Finn was flying; there was a skip in his step and a song in his heart… literally (he was humming Queen's Somebody to Love). As he entered the Plaza, Finn was on a high of a whole different level. He was trying to remember that last time he had been so happy. That kiss had been what had done it. It had only lasted a second but for him it felt like an eternity. He was in a state of euphoria… nothing could bring him down…

"FINN!"

… except possibly that.

He spun around quickly to face him. Stan was standing right there, his face was about six different shades of red. It would have been almost funny to Finn, had it not been for the fact that he knew he was about to get his comeuppance for ditching the junket earlier that day.

"Staaan… how's it going buddy. You look… well." Finn replied cautiously, trying to assess the severity of the trouble he was in. You would think, being in his late twenties, Finn would have gotten past the whole "disciplinarian" "we-must-mold-you-into-the-person-we-want-you-to-be" stage of his life. But oh no… it seemed as thought that role had been passed from his parents right on to Stan.

"DON'T you know try and squirm you way out of this one! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! You can't jus LEAVE your own press junket! Do you have any idea how much smooth talking it took on my part to get them all to stay and actually VIEW the movie? When the STAR of said movie had gone M.I.A.! WHERE IN THE WORLD DID YOU GO!"

"Umm… I went out to lunch remember… with Rory."

"LUNCH ENDED 4 HOURS AGO FINN! And who is this Rory? I've never heard of her before… is she some sort of producer or something? Daughter of a producer maybe?"

"No… Rory Gilmore… She's not in 'The Business'… She was the one I was out with yesterday."

"Yesterday? I thought that was Natalie Portman."

"No… that was Rory." Finn replied starting to get annoyed.

"Well could we at least tell people it was Natalie Portman?"

"What! NO!"

"Finn… don't give me that look… like it or not you are a PRODUCT... I have to SELL you so that you can get jobs and SURVIVE in this business. If you don't have the right image, then people won't want to BUY you and then we will BOTH be out of jobs."

"Stan! I'm not a BLOODY PROSTITUTE!

"Well… you sort of are Finn…"

"NO I'm not! You can't tell me who or who not to date, just so it will fit YOUR agenda! If I want to date Rory Gilmore, then I will DATE RORY GILMROE. I hired you to manage my CAREER! NOT MY LIFE!"

And with that, having said all he was going to say on the particular subject, Finn stalked down the hall away from a dumbfounded Stan.

TBC

A/N: Lol how much do you HATE Stan… I mean I write him and I just LOVE TO HATE HIM… If you think he's bad now JUST YOU WAIT (hinthinthint)… and as always this story is totally and completely dedicated to Problem Child1 (who still deserves that super-hero cape)…until next time folks…