Summary: When Rory starts her second year of college she falls into the arms of not the blonde playboy….but a slightly eccentric Aussie.

Rating: T just to be safe

Pairings: PDLD!!!!! Finn and Rory forever!

A/N: I am a horrible Person! I completely forgot that I had a Fanfic! I'm awful! And even worse, this is a short chapter! But don't worry, I plan to finish this story if it's the last thing I do. I just hope it isn't the last thing. Anyways, I don't really like this chapter much. I don't think its written very well but hey! It happens. Please review tell me if it sucked. You might hate me for what happens in this chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any characters. I don't own "Drunken Lullabies" or Flogging Molly.

RPOV

I sit down on the couch that is facing the door, I check my cell phone every two seconds, and try to keep my eyes from tearing up without success. He promised he would be here and when he makes a promise he doesn't break it. Oh my god, what if something happened to him. I wait a few minutes more, checking my phone, wringing the couch pillows in my hands. He must have gotten into an accident, should I call someone? I decide that if he isn't home in 5 minutes that I am calling the police.

One minute left, come home, come home, com-. And there is my boyfriend busting through the door smelling strongly of scotch with tweedle Dee and tweedle dumb trailing right behind. Calmly I walk over to him, I am quite proud that I can muster the strength to stay so calm.

"Where have you been?" I casually ask.

"The pub my beautiful love!" he exclaims as he flops on the couch.

"Yes the pub!" Logan agrees

"Quite right my dear Finnegan!" Collin calls out. All three are painfully drunk.

I walk over to "my dear Finnegan" and slap him across the face. It sobered him up quite a bit if I do say so myself.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he inquires while gingerly touching his cheek.

"We were supposed to have dinner with Mom and Luke tonight! You promised so I thought something happened to you. I was worried Finn! I was about to call the police. You should have been here 2 hours ago." I finished and Logan was passed out silently while Collin snored on the floor. Finn was staring at me with a smirk. A friggin' Smirk!

"What?" I asked seething.

"You just so cute when your angry," he says. It's all I can do to keep from laughing.

"Really? That's all you have to say? No I'm sorry, I am stupid, Forgive me, I will be your slave for all of eternity?"

"I think you already know that I'm sorry, but I'll say it. I'm sorry, I am stupid, Forgive me! But I am already your slave for all of eternity," I simply roll my eyes and leave for my own dorm. I know that he is still smirking, I can almost hear him laughing.

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"Hon? Why'd you bail on dinner last night? I was worried sick, I couldn't even enjoy my taco!" Mom scolded me. Or at least tried.

"Sorry mom, Finn decided to go out with his friends instead of coming to dinner and not tell me about it. I wanted to stay and make sure he came home alright."

"oh…"

"What are you oh-ing about. I can tell you want to say something,"

"nothing…"

"Mom…" I warn her.

"Fine, it's just that ,as much as I love Finn, you don't want your life to be worked around Finns drunken antics."

"I know mom, but I just love him too much to leave,"

"I know sweets, but sometimes we have to do what we have to do even if it feels like shit," I laugh.

"That's one way to put it, thanks mom,"

"Are you still going to fly out to Chicago to see Lane's band play tomorrow?" Mom asked.

"Yes, Finns coming with me. I still can't believe they got a real gig opening for a real band!" I was so excited for her.

"I know! Well Luke and I are going to the movies so I got to go. Bye hon,"

"Bye," and click.

I know that if I was smart that I would break it off with Finn and find a nice sober guy to be with. But I just can't let him go.

I shake my head clear of these thoughts as Finn comes into my dorm with a CD case.

"Listen to this kitten! My new favorite band, Flogging Molly. These blokes are Irish and they sing bloody brilliant! We'll play it in the car on our way to the pub!" he is so excited he is like a little boy getting candy. Or my mom getting a new pair of shoes. Whichever way, he is excited.

After listening to Finn's favorite song, Drunken Lullabies, on repeat we finally get to the pub and walk in to find the whole "Gang."

"Hey Reporter Girl is here! What's up RG?" Collin is the first to notice us.

"Hey Finn! Guess what? Tonight is folk night!" All three hooligans start cracking up. The folk singer on stage glares at us. I sit down next to Rosemary and observe as all three drink themselves to death.

"I can't believe that they reinstated folk night at my beloved pub!" Collin cried after all three were sufficiently drunk.

"It's a travesty," shouted Finn.

"Is there any alcohol in the state of Connecticut that isn't inside them?" Rosemary wondered aloud.

"Doubt it," I answered truthfully.

"Another round?" Finn asked our group.

"Hey Barkeep!" Collin shouted across the pub.

"Do you mind?!" said some guy at a table near us.

"The singers boyfriend?" Logan asked our opinion about who the guy was.

"Or brother," Finn offered.

"Or both, could be southern," Collin said

"New Drinking game," announced Finn, "Every time the singer sounds sincere we have to take a drink,"

"Buckle down, it's gonna be a long night," Rosemary warned me.

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Finally we were leaving. Well more like being kicked out. They finally threw the boys out for starting a game of paper football, where the goalpost was the folk singers head. Finn walked into the night with his arms spread wide like he was embracing the night.

"GOOD MORNING NEW HAVEN!" He screamed, "My, My you look fresh and appealing tonight!"

"SHUT UP!" someone yelled at us from a window above.

"God has spoken to me!" Finn commented, "Rather rudely," he added as a second thought.

"Finn, keep it down!" I warned him, "Get into the car!"

"I seem to have forgotten how to get into a car," Collin said.

"Yes, Rory love, do you happen to have the owner's manual with you?"

"Come on, get in, we are leaving!" I finally yelled.

"I can leave yet! I haven't made a pass at Rosemary yet! Rose love, here I am making a pass at you. Pass, Pass!" He finished and he was laughing.

Everyone else was silent looking from me to Finn to me again. Did he just do what I think he did?

"Rory, it meant nothing, before you, he would always try to get me to go home with him, he didn't mean it," Rosemary tried to explain.

"Of course he did. He means everything he says," I said calmly, "Rose can you take Collin and Logan home for me?" she nodded.

I got Finn into his car and drove him home. He was still drunk but now quieter by the time we got to his dorm. I got him inside and turned to leave.

"Aren't you staying kitten?"

"No Finn. I just can't do this anymore. You are the most amazing guy but I can't deal with your drinking. I can't change you. God knows I tried. But you will keep drinking and partying and staying out late. I deserve more that this, more than you. We are done Finn." I said realizing that it was all true and what i wanted.

"Love…What…wait…" then I watched as the realization washed over his face. He looked so…broken.

"Finn, for 8 months I have tried Damn it! I have tried to deal with you coming home at two am with your friends, stone drunk and passing out in the common room. I have tried to overlook all of the missed dates that you have forgotten about because you went out drinking instead. But I can't pretend anymore. I can't pretend that I am okay with this lifestyle because I am not. I'm sorry we didn't work out I really am,"

I met his eyes and I know that I am going to miss getting lost in them. But I turned and walked out anyway.

When I got back to my dorm I play my Flogging Molly CD and pack for Chicago. I play Finn's favorite song and listen to the lyrics that describe him so well,

"And we find ourselves in this same old mess singing Drunken Lullabies…"

A/N: Don't hate me. It gets better. I would just like to say that Flogging Molly is one of my favorite bands of all time and this part of the song describes their situation. The song in a whole doesn't but this part does. So yeah! Review Please! Please! Please! Say whatever you want. It doesn't even have to be about the story. But it would be a lot more relevant if it were. REVIEW!