Title When Push Comes to Shove, You Go SPLAT

Beta Christine I love you hun…you're awesome

Summery: Post Not as cute as pushkin It all started with a simple marriage prank. But what was once a harmless prank turns competitive when neither Rory nor Logan are willing to let each other win. How far are they willing to go before the other one cracks? Well, as far as they need to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, even though it would be totally awesome if I did. I can imagine myself walking around the set, talking it up with Alexis and Matt. Wouldn't that be a dream. And Luke's diner would be a little different. Two words: Glitter Menus!

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Anything Goes…

It was silent. No one within a two mile radius was speaking. All heads were turned to two people, Logan and Rory. Not a soul there could believe what was going on. Was Logan Huntzberger really asking her to marry him? This was bizarre.

"Oh my." Rory gasped, putting her hand right below her collar bone for effect.

Logan smirked. Now who was the king, again? Right, him of course.

"Of course I'll marry you, Logan." Rory said, looking fully in love.

"Oh great." Logan said, his face turning his smirk into a frown. He was totally expecting her to start blushing and declare him the winner. Maybe she was a better contender then he thought.

"Will you put the ring on my finger?" She asked so sickly sweet that it was starting to nauseate even herself.

"Of course my dear." Logan cooed, quickly getting back into mode. He stood up and took the ring out of the box. Then he slid it onto her ring finger of her left hand.

Rory shivered at the sensation of the cool ring sliding down her finger and the burning touch of Logan's skin on hers. She immediately felt a blush creep up her neck and on to her face. She prayed that Logan didn't see it, but she was sure that he had.

"Oh Logan, this is beautiful. And it looks like it belongs there forever." She said gazing at her finger.

"Nothing is more beautiful then you are." He said, laying his charm on thickly.

"Oh Logan." She sighed, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Ace." He replied trying to keep a serious face.

And then Rory did again the unexpected. In front of all those people, she kissed him hard on the lips. Logan jerked in surprise, but after a second to process what had happened, kissed her back with full force. Each other felt like time had come to a stand still. Minutes meant nothing. Hours even less. They kissed with full passion, this not being fake, but completely real. But neither knew that of course.

A blond girl gasped in surprise and the two pulled apart. Rory looked around the campus and saw many eyes on her. Her face turned beat red, but she tried to relax. She had dethroned the mighty king after all.

Logan cleared his throat when they pulled apart. He had forgotten that they were in front of an audience. Rory had gotten him good. Damn that girl.

Rory turned to Logan and held both of his hands in between them.

"Logan, I must go, for you have made me late for a very important call. Not that I mind and all. But I must say ado. Till next time." She said a little dramatically and pecked him on the lips.

"Bye, Ace." Logan replied, mentally cursing himself for his defeat.

Rory smiled and walked back to her dorm room. Score one for the Gilmore's everywhere.

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Five days had gone past since the ring prank had been played. Right now Rory was the leader in the battle of the fittest, but it didn't make her feel any better. She kept waiting for him to spring out of a corner and prank her. She wasn't sure when he would be. It wasn't like there was a set schedule or rules on when "pranking" was allowed. You could do anything and everything that you wanted. And that's what troubled her. What was he going to do? And more importantly, When?

After that little mishap during what was supposed to be the best prank ever, Logan knew that he had to get her back. He wasn't going to let an amateur get the best of him. All he had to do was think of a prank that she couldn't reverse back on him. But what? What could he possibly do that would…? Logan evilly smiled as he picked up his car keys from the kitchen table and left his dorm in the direction toward his car. In order to pull this off, he would need supplies.

Rory tensely sat in her psychology class drumming her hands on the table. She tried to study, but couldn't stop thinking about Logan. She wondered why he had waited so long to retaliate. Maybe he had given up? She didn't think so.

Logan, meanwhile, had driven back to Yale with 2 very large plastic bags, one in each hand. He had called Rory's dorm earlier, thinking of some way he could find out when she would be gone. But when he asked for Rory, a very scary sounding roommate had rudely told him that she would be gone until six pm and some other things that he rather not remember. As he juggled the heavy bags, he finally made it to the dorm and set them down carefully. Then he knocked on the dorm, but no one was there. He tried the handle and found it to be unlocked. Just his luck. Then armed with the two bags, he scurried inside and went straight to the bedroom. There he put the bags on the bed and went to the bathroom to remove all of the towels that were in there. After that was done, he went back into her room and got to work.

About five and a half hours later, Logan was finished. He had changed her room entirely. The bed, once clad in a light blue comforter, now had a black color with words sewn in big olive letters along the middle of it "Logan and Rory Forever." It then had been decorated with many pillows. Each pillow had a different picture that had been scanned onto it. One had Logan's picture, another had Rory's, and the rest had the two of them together on them.

All of Rory's accessories had been taken off too. They were all replaced others that Logan found more suitable and a lot more frames filled with pictures of Logan, Rory, and the two together. The walls were a dark olive color and on one wall, was a giant wallpaper mural of Logan flexing his muscles. He had paid a lot to get that done. When he was done, he cleaned everything up and sat on the couch to wait for Rory.

Rory had had a terrible day, seven hours of classes with only an hour to herself between them. To say the least, she was exhausted and needed some relaxing time. She went to the door and used her key to unlock it. After Logan had gotten there, he had made sure that it was locked again.

When Logan had heard the door, He bolted to the kitchen and hid behind the counter. Right as he crouched down, Rory opened the door and shut it. Then she walked straight to her bathroom and started her shower. As Logan heard the water start, he got up from his hide out and turned on the TV.

Rory quickly shed her clothing and put it in the laundry basket by the sink. Then she got into the warm shower and sighed as it relaxed her. She closed her eyes and let all of her stresses leave her. After her shower, she got out and opened the cabinet under the sink to get a towel only to notice that there weren't any. Then she twirled around and looked to realize that there weren't any towels on the towel rack. She had been so into wanting to take a shower that she hadn't noticed that they weren't there.

Damn Him. It had to be Logan's work. That was the only logical explanation. But it was a rather weak one none the less. She reached for her dress that she had been wearing before and then realized that it was dry cleaned only. She couldn't put it on; with her being wet an all. But what was she going to do? She couldn't walk out naked? Could she?

Rory peeked outside the door and noticed a very familiar blond sitting on the couch watching TV. Damn. That was not an option anymore. She closed the door and searched for something to use. Her eyes then came across her black shower curtain. She smiled. Perfect.

Logan heard the bathroom door close and turned around. She had seen him and the missing towels. She probably thought that the towel thing was his prank. In truth, he just wanted to see what she would do.

The bathroom door opened and Rory, wrapped in a black shower curtain, exited. She gave her best death glare to Logan who merely smirked in return. Then she wobbled to her bedroom.

Logan watched her bedroom door shut.

"Five, Four, Three, Two…"he counted and then heard a loud scream.

Logan smirked. All's far in love and war. And this time it was war. The queen was gone and the king was back!