A/N: I do not own GG.

The Sane Craziness of What We Do

Rory had spent the remainder of the weekend in Stars Hallow. Her mother had listened patiently, for her, to the whole story and been as outraged as Logan when she learned the lengths Dean went to…including going to the Gilmore mansion. Sunday night she'd convinced her mom it was okay for her to drive back to Yale. She needed to get things organized for the week and couldn't do that from Stars Hallow. They'd then spent an additional fifteen minutes discussing the need for teleportation which led to an even longer conversation about Luke and his Star Trek knowledge.

She'd finished up with her classes for the day, and was debating which book she wanted to read. In one hand, she held The Charterhouse of Parma and in the other she held Dangerous Liaisons. While the books were in no way related to each other, it was still a hard choice for her to make, especially since both were for pleasure. When she heard a knock on the door, she was pleased for the distraction. She opened the door and found Logan standing on her doorstep.

"Ace."

"Logan."

"Light reading?" he asked with a gesture towards the books in her hands.

"Can't decide," Rory explained holding both of the books up for him to see.

"Dangerous Liaisons and The Charterhouse of Parma," Logan read. "No Harry Potter on the required reading list for you?"

"Logan," Rory scolded. "This is a serious problem."

"Of course," Logan agreed, clearly mocking her.

The pair had worked their way into the living room of Rory's dorm. Logan looked around, noticing how much larger it was without Paris and her eclectic partygoers.

"It's a matter of principle. What if I chose the wrong book?"

"Then read the other one, Ace."

"But, I will have wasted so much time reading the wrong book that I will have missed the opportunity to read a different, but equally good book. Book choices are very important Logan because even if I did nothing but read every second of my life, I would still not even begin to read most of the books I should."

Logan smiled at her insanity. "What are some of these books you should be reading, Ace? Maybe I've read some of them and can offer you a review…perhaps keep you from making a disastrous book choice."

"You're mocking me."

"Only a little. Come on, Ace. Give me the mental list."

"The Black Sheep, The Periodic Table, The Way We Live Now, Three Men in a Boat, The Thirty Nine Steps, Malone Dies, Lucky Jim, Things Fall Apart," Rory listed.

"Skip Malone Dies," Logan advised.

"Why?"

"Have you read Waiting for Godot?"

"Yes."

"You can skip anything else by Samuel Beckett if you've read Waiting for Godot."

"Okay, well, that's one off of the list, but there are dozens more."

"How did The Periodic Table even make your list, Ace?"

"It sounds interesting…the concept is interesting."

"What makes a prose poem about Chemistry interesting?"

"The fact that someone took the time to sit down and write a prose poem about Chemistry makes it absolutely interesting."

"Skip it, Ace."

"But –"

"Do you like Chemistry?"

"No."

"Then skip it."

"Fine."

"I'd also avoid Three Men in a Boat."

"Have you read it?"

"No."

"Then why would you tell me to avoid it?"

"The title, Ace. Three Men in a Boat? Here is a general rule to avoid bad books: if Finn could reenact it…don't read the book," Logan told her.

Rory laughed.

"Let's go to the Pub," Logan suggested. "I'll buy you a coffee."

"You know I can't say no to coffee," Rory told him. "I'll be right back."

Rory hurried to her room and put both of the books down on her bed before grabbing her purse. She walked back into the living room to see Paris and Logan staring each other down in a rather alarming way.

"Rory," Paris greeted.

"Paris, what are you doing?"

"Asking Casanova here why he's standing in our living room."

"Logan?" Rory asked.

"I told her we were going for coffee," Logan responded.

"Good because that's what you told me we were doing. Now that we've cleared up the destination, can we leave?" Rory asked.

"You're going to go out in public with him, Rory?" Paris asked, horrified.

"That was the plan. The Pub is a public location."

Paris leaned closer to Rory and stage-whispered, "Rory, you can't go out with him! He's Charlie Sheen. And as your friend, I can't let you go down that path."

"I'll be fine, Paris. It's just coffee…not even you can deny me that."

Paris rolled her eyes. There was nothing do be done. She'd done her duty as a friend, and now it was up to Rory to live with the consequences of her mistakes. No one dated Logan Huntzberger, there was a line.

"Did she really need to call me Charlie Sheen?" Logan asked once they were out of the room.

"It could have been worse," Rory offered helpfully.

"How?"

"She could have called you Colin Farrell."

"Which book did you decide to read?" Logan asked.

"Subtle, Huntzberger," Rory teased. "The Charterhouse of Parma."

"I think that's a good choice," Logan agreed.

"Well, if I'm following you're sage wisdom and avoiding titles that Finn could reenact, it had to be The Charterhouse of Parma. Dangerous Liaisons would be all too easy for Finn to do."

"You were listening."

Rory simply smirked at him as he opened the door to the Pub and led them to a small, round table towards the back.

"I'll be back with drinks," Logan told her.

Knowing she couldn't stop him with a small army and a straight jacket, she simply nodded. A few minutes later, a tantalizing aroma tickled her senses. Logan, who appeared almost angelic, was carrying coffee and cheese fries toward her.

"You look like Christmas," Rory greeted.

Logan smiled as he placed the steaming mug of coffee in front of her and slid the cheese fries to the center of the table. He watched her pull the mug closer and inhale the scent; the look of rapture on her face made him feel warm inside because he did something to help bring that look to her face. He slid into the seat across from her. For as much as he wanted to sit next to her, he needed the distance to bolster him.

"You look nervous, Logan," Rory observed. She bit her bottom lip as she scrutinized his face. He didn't betray emotions often, but right now he looked about half a heartbeat away from running or passing out…which, would be weird because if he ran and then passed out it would be bad, and if he passed out first he wouldn't be able to run.

"Okay, I'm new at this thing…and you let me off the hook once," Logan began.

Rory held her breath; he was going to tell her about the letter, his thoughts about the letter. Her hand brought the coffee mug to her lips and she swallowed half the contents before her brain registered her actions.

"I read your letter. I read it so many times I could quote it to you," Logan began. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair. "The easy part first I guess. You were right; it was an amazing kiss. Probably the most amazing kiss ever because for whatever reason I can't think about anything else. Rory, I tried to just forget, to let things go back to the status quo, but every time one of the mindless women would come up to me, I – it wasn't you. It was never you, and I wanted it to be you. I still don't know if I can do commitment the right way, or if there is a right way, but I want to try."

"Logan?" Rory asked, desperately hoping he was going to say what she needed him to say.

"I want to be your boyfriend. I wanted to tell you this on Friday, but didn't want to overwhelm you after the…incident, and I know it still might be too soon, but I just needed to tell you, Rory. I couldn't stand that party on Friday, all of those other guys thinking they had a chance with you, which they did because I'm an idiot for waiting this long. When Dean grabbed your arm – I – I've never felt such anger before, and it scared me because I knew I didn't have the right to feel so possessive of you, but I did, and still do. What I'm saying is, I want to be your boyfriend. The every millisecond of your time kind of boyfriend."

"You can't be my boyfriend," Rory blurted.

"Why?"

"Because you said you couldn't be my boyfriend."

"Forget what I said. What I'm saying now is that I can be."

"You want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"What about the line?"

Logan simply stared at her.

"You want to be my boyfriend, in the committed relationship sense of the word?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay? Good. Look, let me take you out tonight? We can hash out the details, you can ask me a million more times if I'm serious."

Rory finished off her coffee and looked sadly at the uneaten fries. "We didn't eat the fries."

"I'll get you more fries," Logan offered.

"You're going to take me to dinner somewhere that serves cheese fries?"

"Ace, anywhere I take you would bring you cheese fries if you asked them."

"Why?"

Logan smiled. "You're irresistible."

Even though she knew he was baiting her, she blushed. "At least let me change first?"

"Sure. I'll walk you back to your dorm and come get you in an hour."

"I can walk myself home. You go and make sure you have that time machine of yours ready in case you wake up and realize this isn't really what you wanted. Just come pick me up in an hour."

"I'll see you in an hour, Ace." Logan leaned across the table and whispered in her ear, "And I'm not going to change my mind."

"Good," Luke told Lorelai.

"Good?" Lorelei asked. "I told you not to gloat."

"I'm not gloating," Luke lied.

"You are gloating. You never liked Dean."

"And now you see how right I was about him. The little floppy haired punk. Who does he think he is stalking Rory like that?"

"He didn't stalk her, Luke," Lorelai argued.

"Lorelai," Luke argued, leaning across the table, "he went to your parents house to find her. That is either pure insanity, or the boy was stalking her."

After a moment, Lorelai inclined her head. "Okay, maybe he was stalking her a little."

"What has you upset about Dean not being in Rory's life anymore?"

"It's not that."

"Then what is it? You can't honestly want Dean around her anymore, can you?

"No! God no. I just don't like this Logan guy either."

"Of course, why would you like the guy who came to your daughter's rescue?

"It's not that. Luke, he's from my parents world. I just never saw Rory with a guy from my parent's world. I'm terrified for her. She's so sweet and people in that world a just…not."

"She likes him."

"I know."

"The only reason you don't like him is because he's rich?"

"Sounds crazy when you say it like that."

"How would you like me to say it?"

"You were at dinner with my mother."

"Unfortunately."

"I don't want Rory to ever experience anything like that."

"Rory won't experience anything like that. First of all, your parents adore her."

"I'm not worried about my parents, Luke. I'm worried about his."

Unsure of what to say, Luke simply patted her arm.

I know! The moment you all have been waiting so patiently, or perhaps not so patiently, (hehe) for has arrived.