A/N: I don't own GG.

Do-Si-Do is a Solo Dance

Rory gaped at the people assembled in her grandparent's foyer. She couldn't believe the flourish and general craziness that had brought her to this moment. The jewels adorning every acceptable portion of her body felt heavy and awkward. It added attention to her, which was an incredible feat considering every person present was staring at her. Later, she might let her mother kill her grandparents for this…or at least help her mother plan the fictitious event. At least Lorelai would get a good story out of this – another, "you'll never believe what my parents did, oh wait, you might".

"You look absolutely royal," Richard told her, leaning in close to her ear to be heard over the din of the party.

Self-consciously, Rory reached up and gently touched the tiara on her head. "Well, it's probably the crown."

"Emily," Richard said, smiling fondly at his wife, "You did a fine job."

"Thank you, Richard."

A giant, Rory eating beast of comic or fairytale origin would be most welcome at this particular moment. Rory desperately wanted to find some escape route. Perhaps it wasn't too late to transfer to Harvard.

"Oh, uh, Rory, I'd like you to meet Min and Argus Head and their son Andrew. Andrew, this is my granddaughter Rory," Richard introduced.

With a tight smile, Rory shook Andrew's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Andrew greeted.

"Nice to meet you," Rory repeated.

The boy was standard, boring, and had weird hair. Maybe she could call her mom, and together they could fake an acceptable emergency without causing alarm. Or, she could come down with a severe case of boredom, pass-out and then be forced to go to her room. She really should have paid closer attention to her mother's lessons on the Gilmore Fun House escape routes. It would be neat to simply walk out the front door, but with all of the jewels she was wearing, Rory doubted she'd be able to out run Emily Gilmore.

"You two can chat later," Emily said as she pulled Rory towards another family.

"Rory, we'd like you to meet Deanna and Chase Anderson and their son Donnan," Emily introduced.

The smile was even harder to force this time. Donnan wasn't even a proper name. Okay, maybe since her name was Rory she should be a little bit more understand about bizarre names, but Donnan? That was a bit much for anyone. Plus, he was between her and her escape route, which she hadn't really made yet, but that just made him an easier target.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Donnan greeted.

"You, too," Rory replied.

"Donnan is going to run his father's shipping business one day," Richard announced proudly.

Wishing again that she had someone to whisper snide comments to, Rory smiled politely. A shipping business? Obviously, there were plenty of amazing conversations in the future between Donnan and herself.

"Nothing's written in stone yet. We'll see what kind of pension plan the company has, and then –" Donnan allowed the last bit to hang in the air.

When other people laughed, Rory did too, but she wasn't at all sure she knew what they were laughing at and hoped hers didn't sound too hysterical.

"Rory I am so sorry I'm late."

The shocked look on each of her grandparent's faces would remain with Rory forever. A genuine smile spread across her face as the voice owner appeared in her peripheral vision.

"Colin!" Rory exclaimed. "I thought you'd never get here."

Colin stopped when he was a respectable distance from Rory. "I know. Traffic was just awful and I had some things to take care of back at Yale."

"Traffic? This late in the evening?" Donnan asked.

As if noticing the young man for the first time, Colin glowered down at the poor boy. He was completely out of his league. He knew the Anderson family; they were nowhere near the same league as the Gilmore's.

"I'm sure it was all the fine people of Hartford making their way towards another one of Emily's spectacular parties," Colin told the group. He added a special hostess-only smile for Emily Gilmore.

"Oh, stop it," Emily said as she playfully swatted at Colin's shoulder.

"Colin," Rory began, "I didn't realize you knew my grandparents."

"Oh yes," Richard stated. "We have known Colin's family for many years now."

"I wasn't aware the two of you knew each other," Emily added.

Delicately, Rory lifted her hand to her mouth to cover her snicker. She saw the disappointment flash across the poor guy with the horrible name before he and his parents walked off to talk with someone else.

"Yale is a small community," Colin told her.

"Well, it appears that you are in good hands, Rory," Richard said. "Make sure you don't monopolize all of her time this evening, Mr. McCrae."

"Of course not, Richard."

Once both of her grandparents were out of sight she turned on Colin. "You'd better monopolize all of my time, Colin. Or so help me, I will come up with some awful thing with Stephanie and we will get even."

"Threats aren't your strength, Gilmore. And, relax. We've got you covered tonight."

"We?"

Colin simply smirked at her. "Where does your grandfather keep his scotch?"

Rory showed Colin where the bar had been set up and left him there while she went in search of her grandparents. At least she knew she had a buffer, a zone of safety from the instantly that was her evening. She found her grandparents talking to another couple, and their son. She went to Yale. She was a reporter for the Yale Daily News. She'd jumped from a seven story tower. She knew something about the party. Something her grandparents were going to confirm along with their pass to the third circle of hell.

"Grandma? Grandpa?" she interrupted the conversation.

"Yes, Rory?" Emily asked.

"Can I speak with you both for a moment?"

"Of course," Emily told her.

The trio walked to a fairly vacant part of the house.

"Are you enjoying the party? Colin seemed to have quite an interest in you. It must be the dress. It's absolutely adorable."

"The party is very nice, Grandma. I was just wondering, do your alumni friends have any daughters?" Rory asked, completely ignoring the comment about Colin.

"Daughters? What do you mean?" Emily asked, shocked.

"Well, I was just noticing that there are a lot of boys here but not that many girls. No girls actually."

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Did you notice, Emily?"

Amazed, Rory watched as her grandparents looked around the house, as if noticing for the first time that their granddaughter was the only female in attendance. Her mother's paranoia about the scheming Gilmore's began to have new meaning for her tonight. Naively she'd thought it only extended as far as their own daughter, but no their depravity knew no bounds.

"Why no, I haven't. Huh, well. I will have to pay more attention to the guest list next time, won't I, Richard?"

"Yes you will," he answered.

"I promise you, we will throw another party just for our friends with girls. But in the meantime – "

"Ah, the Campbell boy is here," Richard announced.

"Good," Emily told Rory. "Let's go."

"Grandma," Rory began as her grandmother began pulling her into the adjoining room, "I really should go and find Colin."

"Campbell, Rory – like the soup. You can catch up with your friend again later," Emily told her, effectively ending the conversation.

Soon, Rory found herself surrounded by boys. Apparently the only thing the boys were capable of discussing were their cars. Either society hosted a lot of parties like these and the boys defaulted to mundane topics to maintain their sanity or Rory was simply boring and uninteresting to an entire houseful of eligible males. It had been at least half an hour since she'd shown Colin where the bar had been set up, and he'd used a plural pronoun indicating that others should be around to save her from horses coming out of V-shaped liters.

"Yeah, sure. So the SL-55. Look, at least go aftermarket on its ass," one of the boys commented.

"You lot are a pack of idiots aren't you," Finn commented as he sauntered up to the group.

"Excuse me?" car obsessed boy asked.

"Rory, love," Finn greeted apologetically, "I have been looking all over for you."

"Finn," Rory breathed in relief. "Tell me you brought me a drink."

Finn looked down at Rory. Things at this party must be going horribly wrong if Rory Gilmore was asking him for a drink. If, however, the entire evening had been comprised of moments like the one he'd walked up to, then he completely understood the extent of her suffering.

"Here, love," Finn handed her the drink in his hand. It was fresh, and now she needed it more than he did.

Once the words were out of her mouth, Rory wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She'd actually asked for a drink. Maybe it was being around Colin and then Finn showing up suddenly. Maybe it was the bizarre world of her grandparents. Knowing there was no end in sight, she brought the glass to her lips. She took a small sip, hoping she wouldn't do anything embarrassing. Of course, her mom had given her sips of different things over the years, but Rory wasn't a drinker, and there was of course the infamous end of the year empty all of the liquor into a jug and drink it thing from last year.

"Let's leave these men to their cars. I now have the center of the party on my arm, and I intend to flaunt it."

"Is there an auctioneer somewhere? I keep feeling like one is going to come out from behind one of the columns and begin announcing the opening bid," Rory whispered to Finn as he led her away from the pack of boys.

"I don't think you're grandmother'd be one for auctioneer's, love. Seems more like private bidding, or secret pacts made with Richard over cigars," Finn answered.

"This is a set-up. I cannot believe they would do this to me. To my mother, yes, to me, no. God, I feel so stupid. My mom told me this was a bad idea, but no, I wanted to be nice and come to my grandparent's party. They tricked me," Rory ranted.

"It's not so bad, love. Good food, good drinks – "

"Any drink is a good drink to you, Finn."

"Fair statement, but you're the center of attention tonight. Forget about those idiots who only want to talk about things they know won't interest most females. Clearly they don't understand the true beauty of a party such as this," Finn elaborated.

"True beauty?"

"But, yes! One girl, loads of blokes…who will win?"

"Now you make it sound like a game show. And if my grandmother is opposed to auctioneers I'm fairly certain she'd also be opposed to a game show host."

"We can work around that," Finn offered.

"Uh huh."

"Stay here, love. I've been chivalrous and given you my libation, and now I must venture forth to gather one for myself."

Rory laughed as she watched Finn sort of glide, as much as a straight man can, away from her and off in the opposite direction of the bar. She hoped someone would help him find the bar soon so that she wouldn't be left here alone because as Finn had pointed out, she was the center of attention in this crowd.

After several minutes of standing in the same place, Rory noticed her grandmother walking towards her and feared the purpose in the woman's face. Knowing there was no real escape, she chose instead for a slight retreat. She quickly turned around and headed out to the patio. Hopefully, she'd be able to clear her head some before heading back into the fray.

"Rory?" a non-descript male voice asked.

"Mm-hm."

"I'm Jordan. Your grandmother sent me over here. Apparently we're made for each other."

Rory resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but only just. This was getting unbearably silly. Her grandparents probably meant well by this obvious, but socially acceptable form of solicitation, but she was tired of it. None of them really cared, or knew her; they simply knew she was a Gilmore and because of that, she was worthy of their attention.

"Oh, gee." Rory responded sarcastically. "Well, how convenient."

"How old are you?" Jordan asked.

"Me?" Rory asked pointing to herself. "I'm, um, almost twenty."

"All right, good. Just making sure everything's legal. You need a refill on your drink?"

Rory looked down at her glass, surprised to see most of it the liquor gone. "No."

"Why?" Jordan asked. "Get a little crazy when you drink?"

It appeared the boy was attempting to be funny; Rory was not amused. First he wanted to know her age for legal reasons, and then the wanted to know how she acted when she was drunk? Oh the ways she and her mother would plan the death of Richard and Emily Gilmore.

"Yes, that's it," Rory told Jordan.

"I'd like to see that," Jordan told her earnestly.

"Rory."

The girl of the evening closed her eyes and smiled. She'd never been happier to hear that voice than she was at this particular moment in time.

Logan had watched the uncomfortable scene between Rory and the boy for as long as he could handle it. He was genuinely sorry to be late to the party, but his mother had insisted to be "fashionably late". After all, his father had been stuck at the office, and it would have looked bad to arrive separately. Fortunately, he'd managed to contact Colin and Finn to have them come and run interference for him.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you," Logan continued as he walked to her side. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his side. Ignoring the other guy completely, Logan turned Rory to face him then bent his head so their foreheads touched and gently cupped her cheek in his hand. "I'm late, I'm sorry. Don't be mad."

She was mad he was late, but him being here saving her from yet another automaton male was overriding her need to yell at him about punctuality. Having him this close to her was driving her crazy and she wanted nothing more than to disappear with him. But, she couldn't mainly because he wasn't hers. Instead, she'd settle for him coming to her rescue and deal with the rest…later.

Once Logan saw her small smile of appreciation and realized she wasn't going to yell at him, he turned his focus to the guy. Since subtly didn't appear to phase the boy, which points for tenacity, Logan decided he'd have to simply spell it out for him – rudely.

"Logan Huntzberger."

Jordan Chase felt as though he'd swallowed a brick. Logan Huntzberger. Begrudgingly he shook the man's offered hand. "Jordan Chase."

"Good to meet you, thanks for keeping my girl busy. If you hadn't, she would've noticed exactly how late I am and then she mighta left and that would have been very, very bad."

"Excuse me, I'm sorry - you're with her?"

"Obviously more than you are, Chase," Logan practically growled.

"I was invited to meet Rory by Emily Gilmore," Jordan argued.

"I was invited by Rory Gilmore. Sorry, man, actual person trumps relative of actual person," Logan told Jordan.

Mumbling something obscene, Jordan walked away.

Overcome with joy at being rescued, Rory threw her arms around Logan's neck and hugged him close. "Oh, thank you."

Logan held Rory to her, reveling in the feel of her in his arms, and her breath tickling his neck. He couldn't stand seeing the guy trying to win his Rory. It wasn't right. Not that she was his, because, she wasn't.

"You looked trapped," Logan told her, eager to distract himself from his thoughts. "But, at least the bar is stocked and I must say your grandmother has excellent food."

"Finn said the same thing," Rory said with a laugh.

"Remember the first lesson of coping with painfully boring parties?"

"Form a sub party?" Rory offered with a smile.

"Finn!" Logan bellowed as he grabbed a bottle of champagne.

"You rang?"

"Time for a change of venue."

"Oh fantastic."

There you have it; the first part of the Male-Yale party! More to come...what really happens in the pool house? Reviews always make me smile! Enjoy.