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Rating: PG-13 (patience ppl, the smut will come ;)

Chapter 2: More Fighting and Uncertainty

The sun slowly rose as Tristan and Rory slept beside each other, oblivious to the women who were entering the studio on that freezing morning. The women began to murmur amongst themselves when they noticed the two dressed up teens sound asleep on the mats.

"Rory, honey. It's Miss Patty. Rory? Rory, what are you doing here?"

"Miss Patty?" Rory replied, sleepily.

"Yes. Have you been here all night?"

"Oh my God! Tristan, wake up!"

"Morning Mary."

"Miss Patty, what time is it?"

"5:30, dear."

"Oh my God! We fell asleep! How could we have fallen asleep?"

"Rory, calm down!"

"Where's my purse? Where's my purse?" Rory asked, practically in hysterics by now.

"It's right here, Rory. It'll be okay."

"It'll be okay! It will be okay! No it will not be okay! My mother is going to freak!"

"What do you mean? You said your mom was cool."

"Yeah, she is cool, but she also got pregnant when she was sixteen. Guess how old I am! Guess how much she's going to flip out!"

Rory stood up and began running out of the studio. Several of the women stared at Tristan, wondering who he was. They watched him run after her, calling her Mary for some reason.

"I have to go!" Rory said to Tristan as he caught her arm and held her still for a moment.

"I'll go with you, I swear it's not the end of the world."

"You don't understand. My mom is like a father with a shotgun. You do NOT want to come anywhere near her."

"Well this was my fault, I suggested we go inside, so I'm coming with you. Whether you like it or not," Tristan told her.

Rory knew she didn't have time to argue, so she nodded and they took off running towards her house. She had no idea what awaited her there, but she had a feeling it was going to be worse than she thought.

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Rory and Tristan reached the front door and Rory could hear yelling from inside of the house, and her blood froze in her veins. Her grandmother was there. She pulled Tristan inside with her, and he heard the horrible argument along with her.

"She's doing the same thing you did," her grandmother screamed.

"No she's not," Lorelai replied, trying to keep her voice even.

"She's going to get pregnant."

"No she's not," Lorelai said through gritted teeth.

"She's gonna ruin everything just like you did!" Emily yelled at her daughter.

"No she's not! No she's not! No she's not! Rory is a good kid, Mom! She's not me," Lorelai finally screamed.

"What kind of mother are you to allow this to happen to her?"

"Oh, I don't know, Mom. What kind of mother were you?"

Tristan winced at the harsh words being spoken by Rory's grandmother. He had no idea that her family was capable of this. She always seemed so stable and he always pictured that she'd have the picture-perfect life. He felt closer to her, suddenly, because he now realized all the crap she had to put up with. It made sense though, her mother had gotten pregnant at sixteen, and ruined the Gilmore name. Now, Rory's grandmother blamed her mother, so everything was tense. It made perfect sense. He felt bad for Rory, though, and he could practically feel her hurt.

"You're going to lose her. You're going to lose her just like I lost you."

"I am not going to lose her. Do you hear me? Even if I hadn't gotten pregnant, you still would have lost me. I had nothing in that house. I had no life. I had no air. You strangled me. I do not strangle Rory."

"Oh you're so perfect and I was so horrible. I put you in good schools. I gave you the best of everything. I made sure you had the finest opportunities. And I am so tired of hearing about how you were suffocated and I was so controlling. Well if I was so controlling why couldn't I control you running around getting pregnant and throwing your life away?" Emily screamed, practically in tears.

"Get out!"

"What?"

"You will not come into my house and tell me I threw my life away. Look around, Mom. This is a life. It has a little color in it so it may look a little unfamiliar to you, but it's a life. And if I hadn't gotten pregnant I wouldn't have Rory," Lorelai said, with anger in her voice.

"You know that's not what I meant."

Rory bit back tears as she listened to them fighting about her. She always thought, on some level, that her mother resented her because she ruined all her plans. Even though her mom was countering that, the fact that her grandmother was saying she threw her life away by having her really hurt. She felt Tristan's hand on her shoulder, and sniffled a little.

"Maybe I was some horrible uncontrollable child like you say, but Rory isn't. She's smart and careful and I trust her and she's gonna be fine and if you can't accept that or believe it, then I don't want you in this house!"

Rory watched her grandmother slam the door behind her as she left, and motioned for Tristan to follow her. She crept into the kitchen and saw Lorelai washing the dishes with extreme vigor.

"Mom, thank you for saying all those-" Rory started, but was cut off.

"What were you thinking? Staying out all night! Are you insane?"

"I'm sorry. It was an accident," Rory said, quietly.

"Wait, who are you?" Lorelai asked the blonde teen standing behind her daughter.

"Oh, I'm Tristan DuGrey, ma'am. I drove your daughter home yesterday."

"What? Where's Dean?"

"We had an argument and I told him to leave the dance. Tristan gave me a ride home. We started talking and then we fell asleep. That was all."

"Oh my God! I can't believe you slept with him! Dean I could understand, maybe. But this is the boy you told me drove you crazy! Oh my God. I can't handle this."

Rory's face turned five different shades of red as both embarrassment and anger built up inside of her. Tristan had seen her have a meltdown before, and it wasn't pretty. He had a feeling he was about to get an encore presentation of it.

"Nothing happened!"

"Do you have any idea what it's like to wake up with my mother here and find out that you never came home?" Lorelai asked, with tears threatening to fall.

"So all this is about Grandma being here," Rory shouted.

"No, it's about the feeling of complete terror when your kid isn't in her bed in the morning."

"I'm sorry," Rory practically whispered.

She felt awful enough about staying out all night, but now her mother was taking it too far. Why didn't she believe her? Tristan stood there and watched this scene unfold as if someone had paralyzed him. He couldn't move from his spot as he watched the two scream at each other.

"And then it's about a whole different kind of terror when you find out that she spent the night with some guy," Lorelai continued.

"I didn't spend the night with him. We fell asleep!"

"You are going on the pill," Lorelai said with a couple of tears trickling down her cheeks.

"What?"

Tristan groaned inwardly and wished he could disappear. This is not a conversation he wanted to listen to. He felt a little uncomfortable listening to this, but there was no way in hell he was leaving Rory here. He wanted to say something, but Rory was right about her mother; she was scarier than a father with a shotgun!

"You're not getting pregnant."

"I did not have sex!"

"Dammit!" Lorelai swore.

"What happened to all that stuff you said to Grandma? What happened to trusting me? Where did all that go?"

"I think it's back on Patty's yoga mats. "

Rory's blood started to boil. She hadn't done anything wrong, and there was no way in hell she was taking this from her mother! Lorelai told her grandmother off just moments before, and now she was contradicting herself! It wasn't right, and she wasn't going to get away with it.

"This is crap! You know I didn't do anything. You know this is an accident. You're just mad because I screwed up and I did it in front of Grandma and she nailed you for it. Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I screwed up and I'm sorry that you got yelled at, but I didn't do anything and you know it!"

With that said, Rory spun around and ran out the front door, dragging Tristan behind her. She slammed the door behind her and began pulling Tristan back to Miss Patty's studio. He was in shock at the whole display he had witnessed, and wasn't sure how he should handle it.

"Whoa, Rory! Stop."

She spun on her heel, and he almost ran into her. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, and his heart almost broke for her. This had been a really bad day for her. He didn't say another word; he just wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried.

"I h-hate th-this."

"I know you do. It'll get better," Tristan soothed.

"No it won't. You don't understand," Rory sobbed.

"Then make me understand."

Rory took his hand and they walked up to the Gazebo. The town was still mostly dead, so Rory didn't worry about anyone seeing them. Besides, she was sure news that she spent the night on yoga mats with some mystery boy was all over town since Miss Patty was the one that found them.

Rory took a deep breath and began. "Being the offspring of a teenage pregnancy means that all eyes are on you. You know the old saying 'like mother like daughter.' I've heard the gossip. God, even my own grandmother thinks I'm going to get pregnant."

"It doesn't matter what people say."

"Maybe not to you, but I hear them. They whisper the story of how my mother, the daughter of Richard and Emily Gilmore had the audacity to get pregnant in high school. Oh, and they really had a field day when they found out she worked as a maid in an inn. The only real friend I ever made was Lane."

"God, and then I came along and picked on you so much that you finally lost it. I'm sorry," Tristan told her, honestly.

"It's okay. It wasn't so much you as it was staying up all night for a week studying for that stupid test. But, that does raise an interesting question. Why were you so annoying? We've been together for quite a while, and you're acting like a normal human being would."

Tristan smiled, "I guess the reason I acted like such a jackass to you was because I really liked you. It drove me crazy when you kept turning me down. I just reverted back to what I did when I was little."

"Oh, you mean the whole 'pull a girls hair if you like her' thing?"

"Exactly."

"Well, thanks for staying. I don't know how I could have made it without you."

"Come on, you would have done just fine. I just stood there like a new wall. You're the one who did all the talking."

"Still. I'm glad you're here," Rory said, and leaned forward.

He met her halfway and Rory felt butterflies in her stomach as their lips met for the second time. If it was possible, she thought this kiss was even better than the first one! There was this raw passion buried under the kiss that made Rory's whole body tingle in a way she had never experienced. She wished the kiss would last forever, but eventually they pulled away.

"Hey, can we go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"I don't know, I just need to not be here for a couple of days."

Tristan's heart practically stopped when he heard her say 'a couple of days.' That meant that they would be together for 48 uninterrupted hours! He grinned and nodded, now he was the one dragging her to his car. As soon as they got in she looked over at him and bit her lip.

"What?" he asked her.

"Can I pick the music?"

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