Author's Note: Due to your overwhelming love for the story through your reviews, here is a second chapter for you.

A/N: I don't own GG. *tear*

Telltale Hearts

"I did," Lorelai said, a smile taking over her face.

"Was it amazing? I always thought you and Luke kissing would be just amazing," Rory gushed.

"We're talking fireworks, babe. We were arguing about Jason, and how he wasn't my boyfriend, and how Luke let his actions speak because that's the romantic thing. He read that in a book," Lorelai added the last bit in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Luke read a book about romance?" Rory asked, eyes wide.

"I think it's the same book I found in Jess' bag at Liz's wedding."

"Aw, it's almost too cute to make fun of."

"Almost."

"You're trying not to laugh. Mom!"

"It's a book about love that he stole from Jess…of course I'm trying not to laugh."

"Maybe he didn't steal the book; maybe Jess left it behind and Luke just found it."

"I kissed Luke. Does this mean we're dating? Does he like that we kissed? Does he want to forget about it?"

Rory smiled as her mom rambled ridiculous questions. "Mom, breathe. Of course Luke is ok with it, I mean you've talked to him since the kiss, right? Or at least already had the reunion tour?"

Lorelai shook her head. "No, we didn't get a chance. We kissed, Kirk came running down the stairs, screaming and naked. So of course, I scampered my way home to get the camera – "

"Because Kirk equals camera, a lesson we've learned from this exercise," Rory interjected.

"Of course, and band aids. Then, well, then…" Lorelai faded out, not wanting to bring up the recently painful encounter.

"Well, what are you doing talking to me? You need to go and find Luke and get answers to the most important questions first."

"Where he got the book?"

Rory smiled, "Where he got the book. And I expect a full report."

"No SparkNotes for you."

Rory smiled as she watched her mom walk into the adjacent room where a still naked Kirk was moaning in pain. Her smile faded a bit as she realized how happy her mother was and how unhappy she was. The night's event continued to replay themselves in her mind. It was as if she was outside, looking at her life and wondering who'd overtaken her body. She almost had sex with Dean. Sure the reality was they didn't so much as kiss, but she knew where their conversations and their actions were going. Deep down she knew she wanted to have sex with Dean, Lindsey or no Lindsey. She wasn't that girl, she wasn't the girl who swooped in and took another girl's guy. She'd hurt Dean a lot over the years, it wasn't even fair for her to be thinking about him – he was Lindsey's guy to think about and she would just need to not.

"Hey," Lorelai said as she walked into the main room of the Dragonfly.

Kirk was still face down on the couch, his butt up in the air for all to see. He took turns moaning and whimpering.

"Oh, hi," Luke said, wondering when the awkwardness would pass. The book didn't cover the awkward post-kiss kiss discussion. Come to think of it, the book didn't mention anything about awkwardness after the kiss, but the book wasn't written in Star's Hallow where there was Kirk.

"I just wanted to talk," Lorelai said, breaking the unnecessarily awkward silence between her and Luke.

Sookie looked up from the table where she'd been laying out the band aids, ointment and tweezers. Lucky her, she had a kid who was unable to look at his own butt. Sookie reached over and brushed some hair out of Kirk's eyes.

"We need to get you upstairs, Kirk," Sookie said.

"Lulu can't see me like this!" Kirk exclaimed.

"Talk about what?" Luke asked, studiously ignoring Kirk.

"But, you can't stay down here. More than Lulu will see you if you stay here, in the main room," Sookie continued.

"LULU CAN'T SEE ME LIKE THIS!"

"Why don't we go outside," Lorelai suggested, knowing the battle would rage on without them.

Luke nodded and opened the door for her and followed her out onto the porch. He shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulder's forward. Memories of earlier in the evening rushed through his brain. A small smiled played on his lips as he remembered the awkwardness, the overwhelming urge to kiss her, the relief that she wasn't with the stock broker impersonator who had been sitting in the lobby all night.

"So, you wanted to talk," Luke offered.

"Yeah," Lorelai began, feeling incredibly foolish for being this awkward around Luke. "I just realized that, uh, I was a bit distracted when I got back, and with Kirk and Rory, uh."

"Hey, no big deal." Luke noticed how nervous she was. The last time he'd seen her this nervous was back when she'd told him she was engaged.

"Uh, no, no, it was a really big deal. I just, um…" God, could she sound anymore pubescent? But, it was Luke. This wasn't just some random kiss with a guy she met, this was Luke. The one constant in her life, her rock.

"Seriously, you don't need to…"

"We kissed," Lorelai blurted before she could stop herself.

Luke smiled. "I remember."

"And it was – unexpected."

"Lorelai, relax. I'm fine if you want to just forget it ever happened, really."

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears, she hoped he was trying to reassure her because of how awkward this conversation had turned out and not because he wanted out already. "No, I don't want to forget it ever happened. It was a great kiss."

Hopeful, Luke met her eyes. "Yeah?"

"If one of us had been a frog, it would have had some seriously impressive consequences."

Luke smiled. "Okay."

"So, what do you think?"

With a smile, Luke tugged Lorelai into his arms and crashed his lips to hers. The two remained locked like that, neither wanting to break the connection. It had been a long time coming, this moment…them. It had always been there, unspoken, the path untaken. And now, they were there, together.

"Hey um, Lorelai," Luke said, interrupting an argument between Taylor and Michel.

"Oh, no problem, Luke. Butt right in. I couldn't possibly be talking about anything important," Taylor barked.

"Good," Luke replied.

"Uh," Lorelai said eloquently as she moved over to Luke. "Hi."

"Hi," Luke responded as he tugged her a bit closer.

"You're going to kiss me here, in the lobby? Whatever will Taylor say?" Lorelai teased with a smile.

"Nothing, if he's smart. But, he's Taylor."

As if on cue, Taylor cleared his throat. "I'm still standing here."

"Really Taylor? Didn't notice you there," Luke snarked.

"I need to get back to that. Michel and Taylor might end up in blows, and annoying as he is, I need Michel," Lorelai told Luke.

"See you later, at the diner?" Luke asked, a bit too curious.

"There's a decent chance of that," Lorelai flirted. She eased up onto her tiptoes, heavily hinting for a kiss.

With a smile, Luke bent his head, and met her lips partway.

Lorelai walked back over to the two men, who were studiously not making eye contact with her.

"Taylor, did you find where our free shoe shine offer was written?" Lorelai asked.

"You think I'm making all this up."

Michel sneered in agreement. "You're making a scene is what you're making."

Taylor stormed off to go find where he'd seen the shoe shine offer. Lorelai glared at Michel before walking back to the front desk. She found Rory there, absently playing with the stack of neon post-its.

"Hey kid," Lorelai greeted.

"Hey mom."

"How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Really?"

Rory smiled sadly. "I'm on the way to being okay. I just feel like my life is out of control. Last night was – well, it was last night and today is today and not last night so that's good, right? Of course it's good. Today is good."

"Oh hun," Lorelai said.

"No, it's good. I'm good. He's with Lindsey, and not with me, and that's how it needs to be, right? Of course it's right. I mean, he's married to her. I made the right choice, right? I mean, I'm not – "

"Rory, stop. You're killing yourself with all of this analyzing. You made the right choice."

"Really?"

"Would mommy lie to you?"

"I'm going to go visit Skokie."

"Coffee and pastries?"

"Yep."

Lorelai smiled to herself, in spite of the ugliness with Dean and Rory, the test run went really well. People seemed to enjoy staying at the Inn, and Kirk put on a show, which was just…typical. She turned to one of the maids.

"So, make sure they all get the thank-you cards and light the lemon candles so the rooms smell pretty when they get up there. Thanks, and great job this weekend - great job."

"Lorelai," Emily said, irritated.

"Oh my God," Lorelai responded as she looked up from the desk. Sitting in front of the window, was her mother. Who from the expression on her face, was perturbed about something. Undoubtedly something she'd done, after all, what would a day in the life of Lorelai Gilmore be without some expression of disappointment.

"That's a nice greeting," Emily responded. She stood from the bench and looked around the Inn, her critical eye missing nothing.

"Sorry, you just, um, startled me."

"Like I'm Dracula."

"Do you even own a cape?"

"I'm here for lunch."

"What lunch?"

"The lunch with you and Rory. When you invited your father and me for the weekend, you said it included a lunch with you and Rory."

"But you left."

"What does my leaving have to do with anything?"

"You left, meaning you weren't here anymore."

"This lunch was your idea, Lorelai. It's 1:00 and I'm hungry. Where's Rory?"

"I'm not sure."

"Didn't she know about the lunch?"

"Yes she did, but you left."

Emily raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows sardonically.

"I'll call her."

Twenty minutes later, the three Gilmore women sat at one of the tables outside. They had all shared more of the "but she left" and now they all looked at each other unsure of what to say. Rory was contemplating her Dean situation. Lorelai, having to face her mother, was now looking at her budding relationship with Luke in a new light. And Emily, kept debating the proper way to break the unsavory news to her daughter and granddaughter.

"Well, I don't see any reason to put this off any longer. Girls, I have something to say that may shock you, but unfortunately there's nothing I can do about that now. Lorelai, Rory, Richard and I have separated," Emily stated in an overly formal voice.

"And?" Lorelai asked.

"What do you mean 'and'? That's not enough? You need some sort of mob-related offing to make it interesting?" Emily snapped.

"No mom, it's plenty. It's just, we already knew."

"Well, alright then. Your father moved into the pool house."

"So you're not separated?" Lorelai asked, confused.

"Of course we are!"

"You're separated by the pool."

"I'm sorry, Grandma," Rory offered as a peace offering.

"Well what's done is done," Emily said. Attempting to put an end to the conversation. "I'm going to Europe by myself for the first time since college. I leave tonight."

"Mom, seriously? Dad moves into the pool house and you're going off to Europe?"

"Yes, Lorelai. I do believe I just told you this."

"Well, good for you then mom. I hope you have fun in Europe, alone."

I wanted to get through a lot of the beginning in a hurry, but I promise there will be some Rogan in the next chapter. Thanks for your faith in this story. R & R - Let me feel your love.