Wow! Wow! Wow! Thank-you so much! The response to this has been overwhelming! I'm stoked you love Logan and my newest take on high society Rory. I'm off next week so expect all my other stories to be updated then. But for now, I leave you with the latest installment of Love Game. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own GG.

"Thank-you, Miss,' Logan said sweetly as the flight attendant cleared their empty champagne flutes and the empty box of chocolate covered strawberries. He shot her a cocky smile, which Rory caught, as he let his eyes linger on the flight attendant's rear-end slightly longer than appropriate before shifting his gaze back to Rory. The boy had standards, but he did not follow a strict policy when it came to looking.

'Mean,' Rory mumbled under her breath as she shook her head slightly.

'What?' Logan wanted to know.

Rory remained silent, as she grabbed her Birkin once again. She rummaged through it and pulled out a nail file. She held it above her head, triumphantly. 'Found it,' she smiled, before skillfully filing her pinky nail for a few moments, before moving on to her ring finger.

'What?' Logan said, slightly irritated. He had been sitting next to this girl for fifteen minutes or so, waiting at the gate at Heathrow Airport for the plane to fill-up and depart. Normally, he could read a girl instantly. Not that it was hard, since most girls were with him for one thing. And, let it be known, Logan Huntzberger had fine-tuned radar for detecting that.

This girl, Rory, was proving hard to read, though. He thought she was gorgeous, but he hated not being able to read her. She had acted flirty during their just-consumed drinks, bonding over their shared hatred of regulated complimentary libations and hinting at joining the mile high club. He had thought that he had detected a similar disgust for the Upper Crust. And now, here she was, making off-hand comments and filing her nails, effectively ignoring him. Women did not ignore Logan Huntzberger!

'Sorry?' Rory said innocently, shooting him a soft smile.

Her smile captivated him and he instantly scolded himself. He hated that women held such power over men, what with their smiles and innocent doe-eyes. Weren't men supposed to be the stronger sex?

'You called me mean,' he said in charming mock-hurt, hoping to make up for the noticeable irritability in his tone before.

'Oh,' she shrugged and continued unfazed, 'That's because you are…'

She let out a tiny laugh as she caught the baffled look on the young man's face. She leaned in slightly and patronizingly patted him on the knee: '…for giving Miss Stacey O'Air false hope,' she clarified, before returning back to her nails.

'What?' he asked again, unsure whether this was some part of her plan – if she was interested that is – or if she was just a busy body. God, why was she so hard to read?

Rory stopped filing to face Logan. 'Or were you honestly planning to take Stacey home to the family?'

He involuntarily smirked at her. He should have been pissed, to say the least, since he certainly did not appreciate this type of forwardness. But, for some reason, he liked the way this girl's brain worked. He could tell that there was no bull-shitting her. However, Logan noted, that this would make his mission much more difficult. He would need to turn up the charm, but then again, this girl was already talking family and the plane hadn't even made its way down the runway...

'What makes you think I don't have a family of my own? A pretty wife, a couple of kids?' he smirked, testing her.

'Oh, come on,' she exclaimed, 'Look at you!'

'So you've looked at me?' Logan asked, raising his eyebrow suggestively, 'Like what you see?'

Rory blushed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was about to say something, but only managed a mere roll of the eye.

'I'll take that as a yes,' Logan laughed wholeheartedly, but he realized he was embarrassing her. He stopped and leaned in closer to her. 'Don't worry,' he said, 'It's definitely mutual.'

Instead of this prompting the spontaneous flirtatious reaction Logan anticipated, Rory continued to blush a deeper shade of red and squirm even more in her seat. Logan was confused - talk about mixed signals she was giving off! If this had been in a typical situation - a snowy chalet or five-star beachfront resort – he would have walked away from the peculiar girl and pounced on another prospect. But, in light of the looming fight he decided she would still be worth his while. Besides, there was something about her eyes.

'Okay,' Logan chuckled pulling away, 'Way to blow a man's ego.' He nonchalantly picked up the copy of the in-flight magazine he had been pretending to read as Rory boarded the plane. She remained silent, ignoring him but after a few moments, he felt her eyes watching him. He put down the magazine and looked at her, meeting her once-again saddened eyes.

'Sorry,' she mumbled, 'I…'

'Hey, it's cool…' he interjected instantly, fearing she would ramble-off into a long story about her ex-lover, an heir such as himself and that's why she had it out for all men, or that her beloved pet guinea pig died two weeks ago and she was still trying to get over the little fluff ball, although she didn't strike him as the guinea pig loving type. Whatever the case, this girl definitely looked like a rambler and he didn't want to hear it. That was clearly boyfriend territory and he had no desire to venture into the unknown land of Boyfriend.

She shot him a grateful smile, 'Want to start over?'

He contemplated her somewhat childish offer. It was cute. She was cute. 'Yeah,' he nodded, 'Sure.' He extended his hand to shake hers. 'I'm Logan, 6A on my way to JFK.'

Her lips curled into a small smile, 'I'm Rory, 6B, on my way to JFK.'

'Well, fancy that,' Logan said, humoring her, 'Pleasure to meet you, Rory.'

Rory nodded fondly at this little exchange, 'Same here.'

'So, Rory,' Logan drawled as he let go of her hand, 'Is that your real name, or is it a nickname of some sort?' He made sure to keep his tone light and airy and his eyes focused, but not to intently, on her face.

'Seriously,' she asked somewhat unsurely, her face revealing her concern.

Logan cleared his throat, in spoke in a professorial way, 'Correct me if I'm wrong, Rory, but we were starting over and I believe a significant part of starting over is to engage in the act of small talk.'

It was obvious to Logan that she was contemplating whether he was mocking her, or being sincere. Truthfully, he hadn't decided on what he was doing, but it seemed fitting.

'I guess, yeah,' she said finally. She bit the bottom of her lip subconsciously, 'We don't have to re-re-introduce ourselves, right?' she shot him a soft smile.

'Nah,' he shrugged, 'So, Rory, nickname or real name?'

'Nickname,' she responded promptly, 'but I rarely go by my real name.'

'That bad, huh?'

'No, not at all' she shook her head, 'It's just that my Mom goes by the same name.'

He noted that her tone changed as she mentioned her mother. It was loving and respectful, which was remarkable considering her society background.

'Lorelai,' she continued, 'That's our name. And I know you are going to say it's weird for a mother to name her daughter after herself, but if men can do it, why can't she? And you are probably going to say that 'Rory' isn't exactly a nickname for Lorelai, but at least it's inspired. I could have been a Lola or a..."

His smirking caused her to stop mid-sentence, 'What?'

He was right, she was definitely a rambler. 'How do you know what I was going to say, Little Miss Quick-to-Judge,' he winked at her, 'Maybe I share the same feminist streak your mother seems to have, or perhaps I hate the name Lola just as much as you seem to…'

'Well,' Rory leaned back in her chair, 'It's not how most people react.'

'Well,' Logan said, mimicking her tone, 'I'm not most people.' He waited a beat, gauging her reaction. Her eyes widened momentarily and her lips curled into a small smile. He continued, 'And, Rory works for you. You don't strike me as a Lola or Lori.'

She absentmindedly grabbed the heart shaped charm on her silver necklace and swirled it around a few times. Logan wondered if this was another nervous habit. 'And why is that?' Rory asked.

He shrugged, 'Lola sounds cheap and you, Birkin,' he said, pointing at her pale pink bag, 'are anything but cheap!'

A heartfelt laugh escaped Rory. 'So, what about you, Hugo,' she pointed at his crisp white shirt, 'Any revealing nicknames?'

'Nah,' he waved, 'and if you decide to refer to me by my clothing, I would prefer you to use the full name, Hugo Boss. Or, if you must, just Boss will do.' He shot her a look, letting her know that he was joking.

She responded immediately, 'Okay, Just Boss, absolutely no embarrassing nick names?'

'Well,' Logan laughed, 'I do have this Aussie friend…'

'I knew it!' Rory nodded enthusiastically, 'What's he call you? Cupcake? Honey Muffin? Mars Bar?'

'Close,' Logan laughed at her sudden enthusiasm. He waited a beat so as to build her anticipation, 'Butter Cup,'

A large smile appeared on Rory's face as she continued the conversation, 'Is he open sexually or just in a perpetual state of drunkenness?'

'The latter,' Logan laughed amazed at how she was able to describe Finn in a nutshell, 'Though I suppose that goes hand-in-hand with being open sexually,' he added as an afterthought.

'Got to love the Aussies,' Rory nodded approvingly.

'You've been?' Logan continued with the conversation, marveling at how easy it flowed.

'Once,' Rory told him, 'Spent a summer there with my best friend. We backpacked.'

Logan scrunched up his nose; he could not imagine this girl back-packing.

'Hey, don't look at me like that,' she said, taking mock offence, as she caught his disapproving look.

'Oh,' Logan snorted, trying to camouflage his laughter, 'You are telling me that a girl like you successfully backpacked her way through Australia?'

'I should be offended,' Rory deadpanned, fixating her eyes on his.

'But you aren't,' Logan replied carefully.

'No,' she shook her head, letting her brown curly hair bounce around.

'Because it's true?' Logan wanted to know.

'Yes,' Rory admitted reluctantly and Logan could tell she hated that he was able to get her to admit her failed attempt at back-backing.

'What happened?'

'We found out that backpacking, you know, was,' Rory paused and spoke with unmistakable disgust, 'backpacking!' She shrugged smiled at the memory and continued, 'So, we spent the rest of our trip in the penthouse suite at the Hilton in Sydney.'

Logan smiled, 'Good choice. I've spent an occasional summer at that Hilton myself.' He decided to forgo telling her that he and Finn are now Persona Non Grata at that particular branch of the hotel chain for trashing two of the suites and draining the in-door pool for a makeshift skate rink. He did; however, like how unapologetically she confessed her backpacking adventure. She was not that girl and she did not care one bit. Logan didn't it tell her this, though.

He shot her another one of his signature smirks, 'You know what this means, right?'

'That I'm not going to be a contestant on next year's Amazing Race,' she quipped.

'No,' Logan shook his head, 'That you, Birkin, are high maintenance.'

Her eyes widened at the suggestion since no women wants to be labeled as high maintenance. Obviously, she didn't know it was part of Logan's game. And if she did, she did a damn good job at hiding it.

'I am far from high maintenance,' she said firmly, 'I just know what I like and how I want it.'

To Logan, who lived with his mind in the gutter, couldn't help but smirk at the secret sexual content hidden in this message, but Rory was quick to shoot him down as she caught the look on his face. 'And, no, that is not an innuendo in any way, shape or form!'

'Duly noted,' Logan nodded, he liked this semi-riled-up side Rory was displaying, though it somewhat worried him she could change personalities that quickly. Still, he wanted to push her buttons just a tiny bit more. 'Okay,' he sighed, as if he was giving in, 'but for the record, you are high maintenance – of the worst kind!'

He braced himself for the rant he was sure was to follow but it remained silent. She was simply glaring at him, waiting for an explanation.

'You know,' he shrugged, 'the type that thinks she's low maintenance.'

Rory's raised one eyebrow at him, 'Thanks for that brilliant analysis, Harry Burns.'

Logan waited a beat, 'I thought I was Just Boss?'

Rory shot him an incredulous look, 'You've never seen 'When Harry met Sally?'

Logan shrugged, 'Can't say I have…' He noticed her shaking her head, 'Is that a bad thing?' He shot her a flirtatious smile, 'Do I lose points?'

Rory sighed exasperatedly, 'If I were counting, yes!' She continued, gesticulating wildly, 'When Harry met Sally is the mother of all romantic comedies. I can't believe that you've never seen it, with all luxury in your life, I can't believe you couldn't spare two hours of your life to see the one of the most romantic movies of all time! It's part of your continuing education,' she ranted.

Logan shot her an amused look, 'In what?'

'Life,' she exclaimed, 'Do you want to fail in life, Logan?'

At this, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. 'You sound just like my dad, you know that?' he smiled at her, as she self-consciously brushed a stray hair behind her left ear.

'Failing is never an option, Birkin,' Logan said, mimicking his father's serious doom-and-gloom tone. He was about to continue but the crackling sound of the PA-system cut him off.

'Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking…..'

As the captain droned on about flight routes, altitudes, numbers in line and cross-checks Logan noticed that slowly the color was draining from Rory's face.

'Are you all right?' he asked, surprising himself as to how concerned he sounded.

Rory shook her head, ever so slightly, 'I told you I hate flying.' She fiddled nervously with her shirt sleeve and the sadness that was in her eyes before, had now been replaced by genuine fear.

'I thought you just hated flying commercially,' Logan laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood, which earned him a small smile from his seat mate.

'Hey,' Logan said softly, swinging an arm around her shoulder and he could have sworn he felt her relax instantly at his touch, 'It'll be okay. Flying is totally safe; you know you have a bigger chance of getting struck by lightning than being involved in a plane crash…'

'I was struck by lightning, you know,' Rory said.

'Really,' Logan asked in disbelief, wondering to what extent that affected her statistics.

'No,' Rory let out a tiny laugh, 'but I always have to think about that when people feed me the statistics. It's not like it would make a difference anyway,' she shrugged, 'its two separate statistical analyses. One does not influence the other.'

'Yeah,' Logan nodded, 'no, you are right.' He hoped he sounded convincing, like he knew something about statistics.

Rory continued babbling, not bothering to remove his comforting arm from around her shoulder. She seemed distracted enough not to say she was scared, but her leaning in so closely that she was practically sitting on his lap let him know that she was indeed scared out of her mind.

He continued to listen to Rory's musings, nodding or laughing in the appropriate places as the plane made its way down the runway and up into the sky. He caught himself thinking how much he enjoyed this feeling. Immediately, his father's catch phrase entered his mind. He had known this girl for a little less than an hour and he knew that she was immensely different than any other girl that he had met. She had personality, wit, passion and undoubtedly good looks. The stakes were high as he felt that this was quickly becoming a matter of the heart. Failing at this game was definitely not an option.

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