AN: This one is per Blairbear014's request. It's Muse's Sing For Absolution.
I don't own the song or the show.
In addition to the song, this was inspired by DramaQueen1103's story The Other Gilmore Girl.
I will be singing, falling from your grace – Muse
It's been five days since she told her parents she was pregnant. Four days since the Gilmores and the Haydens got together to plan out the rest of her life, and Christopher's as well. And it's been three days since she tore that all to shreds by refusing to go along with 'The Plan' they put together.
Now it's been two days since she's spoken a word to her parents. For once Emily is allowing her to eat in her room, not wanting to see her either. Of course she's grounded, no going out except for school, and no phone calls. Not even Christopher. (Although, he's equally grounded, so he can't call her either.) She lays on her bed, reading A Brave New World for her English class, and wishing she could live in a utopian society. She would certainly be an Alpha.
There's a knock at her door, and she glances at the clock. It's 6:30. She assumes it's the maid with her dinner, so she gets up to answer the door. Her nose is still in the book so she doesn't see that it's not the maid on the other side of the door.
"You can set the tray over there," Lorelai says, gesturing to her desk.
"Excuse me?" Her mother's voice forces her head up from the book.
"I, uh, thought you were the maid with dinner," Lorelai says quickly.
"No, I am not the maid. I am here to tell you that if you wish to eat dinner tonight, you must join us in the dining room. Two days of catering to your anger is enough." Lorelai sighs; they wouldn't really withhold dinner from their pregnant daughter would they? "Dinner is a 7:00 sharp Lorelai, I expect you there and dressed."
She slams the door as her mother walks away and throws the book she's reading on her bed. Part of her wants to remain stubbornly silent and refuse to join them for dinner, but the pregnant part controls her stomach, which growls at the merest mention of food, and she's suddenly starving. She stomps into her closet to find something suitable to wear to dinner. Apparently the jeans and sweatshirt she's wearing are insufficient. She pulls out a sweater and one of the new skirts her mother bought her the day after she told them she was pregnant. That was the only reason she told them, she could no longer fit into her clothes, nor could she let them out any further to accommodate her expanding waistline. She shrugs out of her jeans and pulls on the skirt. As her form of rebellion she refuses to put stockings on, and shoves her bare feet into her loafers. She pulls on the sweater and leaves her hair hanging down her back in messy curls. It looks perfectly tousled and will drive her mother nuts.
At precisely 6:59 she walks down the stairs and into the dining room, sliding into her spot at the table just as her mother opens her mouth to yell for her.
"Mom, Dad," she says sullenly.
"It's nice of you to join us for dinner Lorelai," her father says.
"Like I had a choice," she mumbles.
"Well either way," Richard says as the maid sets a salad in front of him.
Dinner is a quiet affair. Lorelai refusing to speak and her parents talking to each other as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Dessert and coffee are finally served, and Lorelai takes a long awaited sip of her coffee and sighs with contentment.
"What are you doing?" Emily asks sharply.
"Drinking my coffee," she says slowly, wondering how that is not already apparent.
"You can't drink coffee, it's bad for the baby!" Emily says. This is the first mention of the baby that isn't followed by a panicked look on her mother's face, or a comment about how society will react to the news. Lorelai looks at her mother and picks up her cup and deliberately takes another sip, she's done her research and she knows that since she's down to one cup a day, there will be no harm to the baby. "Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, put that coffee cup down this instant!" Emily yells standing up out of her seat, as if she would forcibly come remove the cup from Lorelai's hand.
"Fine," Lorelai says coolly, "the cup was almost empty anyhow." She pushes back her chair and stands up to leave the table.
"Where do you think you're going?" Emily asks.
"Back to my room."
"Your father and I would like to speak to you in the living room first," she demands.
"Fine."
She follows her parents into the living room and takes a seat on the couch, waiting for her father to pour drinks, and for both of her parents to assume their traditional 'yell at Lorelai' positions. Her mother sits in her usual chair, and her father stands behind her mother, with his hand on her shoulder: a show of support.
"So Lorelai, what are your plans once the baby is born?" her mother starts. Great, the Spanish Inquisition.
"I don't know. I'll finish school, then get a job I guess," she tells them hesitantly.
"How will support the baby without a college education?" her father asks.
"I don't know Dad, I thought I'd rob a bank," she says smartly.
"Lorelai!" he scolds.
"This wouldn't be a concern if you would just marry Christopher like we planned," Emily adds.
"We're too young to get married! It would never work! Can't you see that?" Lorelai says trying to control her temper.
"When you get pregnant you get married!" Richard says resolutely.
"Well I'm sorry I got pregnant, but there's nothing I can do about that now."
"Which is why you should get married," Emily says for what seems like the hundredth time.
"We're NOT getting married!" she yells at her parents.
"Well you need to do something Lorelai!" Emily yells back at her. "Do you always have to be so stubborn?"
"No. Do you always have to be such a bitch?" she shoots back, then quickly slaps her hand over her mouth realizing what she just said.
"Lorelai! You do not need to speak to your mother like that!" her father yells at her.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
"Sorry? You're sorry?" Emily shouts. Lorelai can see the anger rising in her mother's cheeks, her complexion is becoming redder by the minute, and she knows her mother isn't just talking about being called a bitch, but the situation on the whole.
"I said I'm sorry, what more do you want?" she shouts at her mother.
"I want you to fix it Lorelai. I want you to do the right thing!" Emily shouts back at her.
"What's right for you isn't what's right for me," she screams, "why can't you understand that?"
"Lorelai, calm down. All that screaming can't be good for the baby," Richard interjects.
"God! Can't you just love me?" Lorelai begs, tears streaming down her face.
Emily cracks first, she rushes to Lorelai's side and pulls her into her arms. "We do love you sweetheart. We just want what's best for you."
Lorelai sobs harder. "We'll try to be more open minded, just please stop crying," Richard says as he approaches her offering her his handkerchief.
"Daddy!" Lorelai whimpers as she throws her arms around his neck. "I'm scared."
"I know darling, I know. We'll work it out. Some how we'll all work it out together," he says as he pats her back.
She takes a deep breath, and as her dad pats her back and her mom strokes her hair, she thinks maybe they're right. Maybe it will all work out.
AN: This is my first attempt in this tense, as well as at Lorelai as a teenager… I hope you liked it okay!
I also don't own A Brave New World – Aldous Huxley does.
Thanks to DramaQueen1103 for reading this ahead of time for me, and catching my error in timing!
Please read and review, and suggest! - S
