The Beginning of a Beginning?

By babydrag0nfly

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I certainly don't own Tristan, but a girl can dream can't she?

A/N: yeah I promised this a long time ago (since the last chapter wasn't really VEGAS)…enjoy!

Chapter 15

:I Cannot Live, I Can't Breathe Unless You Do This With Me:

Tristan entered the hotel room to find Rory, looking stunning as usual with the perfect black dress and natural toned make-up. He strode up to her, took her hands in his, and kissed her chastely on the lips.

"Hmmm, wasn't expecting that," Rory commented.

"I just couldn't resist," Tristan smirked. "Are you ready for the time of your life? I promise not to disappoint."

"Of course I'm ready. I think I can take anything Tristan DuGrey throws at me," Rory grinned.

"Then, off we go!" Tristan held the door open, "After you, m'lady." Tristan did a little bow as Rory passed through the open doorway.

"Why, thank you, sir," Rory said, playing along.

"Well, c'mon. The chariot awaits!" Tristan took Rory's hand in his, and led her out the door. They held hands all the way down the elevator, and when it finally hit the ground floor, Tristan dragged Rory out into the lobby like an eager puppy.

"What the hurry?" Rory teased, laughing.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just…excited. That's all," Tristan shrugged, attempting to calm down. He helped her into the limousine that was waiting outside the hotel. Once they were both situated comfortably in the back seats of the limo, the driver pulled away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked, curiously.

"It's a surprise," Tristan laughed as Rory pouted, trying to get him to tell her. "You'll know when we get there! In fact, I'm going to have to make you put this on." Tristan held up a cloth blindfold.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Rory complained, crossing her arms.

"Nope!" Tristan smirked at her disappointment but helped her put it on.

Finally, the limo pulled to a stop.

"We're here," Tristan stated, "but you have to keep the blindfold on, still."

"What? Why?" Rory questioned, the previous glee at being able to take the stupid thing off leaving her face.

"Because…" Tristan trailed off.

"How am I supposed to get around?" Rory asked.

"Easy. By me!" Tristan solved the problem.

Before Rory could reply, Tristan swept her out of the limo and into his arms.

"Tristan! Put me down! Don't drop me!" Rory clung to his neck.

"Don't worry. I won't drop you. How do you expect to get around if I put you down?" Tristan countered.

"HUMPH!" Rory signed with defeat.

Tristan took her into some sort of building, as far as Rory could tell. There were lots of odd dinging noises and people talking. After a little bit of walking around, He finally set her down and removed her blindfold.

Rory looked around.

"Bring back memories?" Tristan spoke.

"New York, New York, huh?" Rory smiled. "It certainly does, though we weren't in New York too long ago. Wow! The miniature skyscrapers are so cute! And it looks just like the streets of the city!" Rory exclaimed excitedly.

"I thought we'd have dinner in New York, again," Tristan voiced his thoughts. He took her to a small Italian restaurant where a table was set for two. Candles adorned the table, and the centerpiece included a vase of roses. He pulled out the chair for Rory to take a seat. Then, before taking his own seat, he pulled something out of his pocket.

"I have something for you," Tristan whispered into her ear.

Rory looked up to Tristan as he stood by her side. In his hand he held a velvet box. He opened it to reveal a gorgeous sapphire necklace.

"I bought it when we were at Tiffany's…" Tristan explained.

"For the girl you liked," Rory remembered. She smiled and laughed remembering how he accused her of being jealous. "Looks like there's nothing for me to be jealous of!"

"There never was, and there never will be," Tristan told her, planting a chaste kiss on her lips. He promptly set to clasping the necklace around Rory's previously bare neck. After successfully clipping it on, he placed another kiss at the base of her neck. Rory thought to herself, what did I do to deserve all this?

The couple enjoyed their candlelit dinner. They strolled along the imitated streets of New York afterward. The night, however, was far from over because Tristan had other plans.

"C'mon. We have a lot more to do!" Tristan told Rory. Rory smiled and followed.

They slid back into their limo, and the driver headed off to their next destination.

"What? No blindfold?" Rory asked wearily.

"Nah. Not this time," Tristan answered back.

They arrived at the Venetian hotel. They walked up the front entrance steps, but Tristan kept Rory from entering the hotel.

"We're going to take a boat ride," Tristan explained.

"But the sign says that boat rides end at 7pm," Rory pointed out.

Tristan merely smirked, "And when has that stopped me?"

Rory playfully hit his arm. "And now, you're going to tell me you have connections with the owner of this hotel, aren't you?"

"In fact…" Tristan was about to affirm, but Rory cut him off.

"Never mind," She said, "Don't tell me."

"We'll, isn't it nice to have a boyfriend with a lot of connections?" Tristan asked.

"Oh! Don't get too cocky, mister!" Rory jabbed him in the chest with her pointer finger. Tristan laughed in response, grabbing hold of her hand and placing a kiss on her finger.

Rory blushed at his affection, which brought a thought into her head. Where was the blushing when he kissed me at dinner? Looks like I'm becoming inconsistent! I guess that's what love does to me. Rory signed. A moment later, a man came around to the dock on a boat. Tristan helped Rory on before getting in himself. With that, they set off lazily down the river.

"First, you take me back to New York, and then you take me to Italy. What's next? France!" Rory joked.

"Actually…" Tristan shrugged.

Rory's eyes grew wide.

"My plans were to end the night at the top of the mini Eiffel Tower. It was supposed to be a surprise," Tristan explained.

"Sorry! But I love it anyway, if that makes you feel better," Rory touched his arm. In response, Tristan put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her to him.

"As long as you're happy, I don't care," Tristan smiled. "The real surprise is yet to come, anyway," Tristan stated mysteriously.

"I'm not even going to ask!" Rory threw her arms up in surrender.

Tristan just kissed her on the cheek, and Rory leaned into his embrace as they cruised along peacefully.

Soon, the calming boat ride came an end. Tristan had to carry Rory off the boat, seeing as she'd fallen asleep by the gentle rock of the water. As he lifted her onto dry land, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Tristan greeted her.

"Hey," Rory responded, becoming fully awake.

"You ready for 'Paris'?" Tristan laughed.

"Hell yes!" Rory whooped, eagerly, as he helped her back into the limo.

They arrived in "Paris," shortly afterward and they quickly made their way to the elevator that lead to the top of the miniature-sized tower.

At the top, it was somewhat chilly, but it was still warm due to the Las Vegas heat. The couple looked down upon the bright lights of The Strip, holding hands. The sun had already disappeared over the horizon, and the stars blinked in contrast to the darkened sky. The atmosphere was romantic, and up at the top of the tower, the noises of Las Vegas traffic were muffled into a quiet din. Tristan smiled down at his beautiful girlfriend as he told her so.

"You look beautiful," Tristan murmured.

Rory looked into his blue eyes and smiled.

"You look beautiful, too," she quietly laughed.

Tristan pretended to huff, "How dare you insult my manliness! I'm not beautiful! I'm ruggedly handsome!"

"And there goes the ego," Rory rolled her eyes.

"You know it's true," Tristan continued, ignoring her comment. A moment of silence ensued. It was a comfortable silence, and they each fell into thoughts of one another and their past.

Finally, Tristan broke the silence, "How did I ever survive without you?" Tristan whispered in wonder. "Actually," Tristan thought back, "I didn't. I suffered sleepless nights…"

"Yeah right, Tristan," Rory tried to lighten up the mood, which had turned quite quickly into something far more serious than their usual playful banter.

"No. Really, Rory. And I don't think I could handle living the rest of my life without you. It would be too painful. I'd miss your smile and your innocence and all the witty arguments we have. You're the only one who has good comebacks to the things I say. You'd keep my ego in check…" Tristan took a deep breath and got down on one knee before continuing. "Rory Gilmore, will you marry me?"

OOOO And she cruelly ends the chapter. Sorry guys. I hope you all enjoyed Vegas. I hope I didn't pop the question too soon. Who am I kidding…they've been together for like 2 days…but… That will sort of be redeemed the next chapter, so don't fret just yet! And I hope you know me well enough to figure out Rory's answer ('cause I'm not REALLY that cruel).

Well, if I do say so myself, I've made a pretty strong comeback after like 6 months of going MIA. I'm REALLY sorry! You do have permission to throw objects at me. But I do hope this chapter has put me into your good graces once again.

Thanks for putting up with my laziness. Thanks for being patient. Thanks for all the reviewers who never lost hope!

This chapter's title is from "The Adventure" by Angels and Airwaves. This song is awesome :)

And just in case, I don't own Tiffany's or any of those things in Las Vegas…uh yeah…don't sue me.

Thanks everyone!

Babydrag0nfly