What happened AFTER the famous 'I love you' scene

Rory entered her house and slammed the door loudly behind her. She was fuming; her hair in disarray; her clothes covered in snow; her usually innocent eyes wide with a furrowed brow.

"ARH!" She growled, now sounding annoyed.

"Rory?" Lorelai walked cautiously down the stairs. She had her sweet, consoling voice on, knowing it would be necessary any moment soon. Rory whipped her head around, staring angrily up at her mother.

"He's so – you know?!" She asked, waving a hand in the air. "And he's really – you know?!"

"Uh-huh," Lorelai nodded along. "Who's so?"

"Jess, of course!" She boomed. Such a loud voice from such a small person...

Lorelai's jaw clenched. "Ah... the quick-witted misfit..." she said, flicking the air with a finger. Rory nodded ferociously. "Yes! Him!"

An image of Jess's head on a silver platter popped up in Lorelai's mind. Her mouth even flashed a slight smirk. "What did he do now?" Lorelai sighed, reaching the bottom of the stairs and approaching Rory.

"Well, you know how I hated him saying 'I'm leaving' like that?"

Lorelai scoffed. "Such a redundant comment..."

"Yes, well I would Kill Bill for that!"

Lorelai flinched. "He didn't... do anything... right?" Say no, say no, say no, say no... she pleaded. Rory shook her head. "Nope! But he did tell me he loved me – and then proceeded to drive off."

Lorelai rolled her eyes and said "How cowardly..." but was quietly surprised.

Rory thrusted a finger in front of her mothers face. "BUT before he could drive off, I threw a snowball at his head," she said and Lorelai grinned.

"Proud."

"Yeah, and then I just totally yelled at him!"

Lorelai gasped. "Did he cry?" She clasped her hands together hopefully.

Rory said "no" in a disappointed matter.

"Eh, well," Lorelai shrugged sadly. "But at least you threw a snowball at him! That's good, right?" Her grin reappeared.

For the first time, Rory grinned – rather enthusiastically. "Yeah! I hit him really hard, too. And I didn't miss!"

"That's good, hun!" Rory and Lorelai stood there quietly grinning away.

Then Rory got a second wave.

"I just can't believe it..."

"Oh, honey," Lorelai said sympathetically. She reached a hand out for Rory's shoulder, but Rory batted it away and head for the kitchen. Lorelai fluttered after her.

"And why now? I mean, why not earlier?"

"I'm guessing he opened up his Idiots Guide for Dummies and found – oh, hello – attempting to be a jackass would be the right thing to do."

"'Attempting'?!"

"I mean succeeding," she stuttered with a smile. Rory glared at her skeptically and turned away to the freezer. Lorelai sat down. "I would call him Travis Bickle if Travis wasn't technically the good guy..."

"Mom!"

"What?"

"You're really not helping," she stated.

"I'm your family." She stated, looking insulted. "Of course I'm not helping."

Rory kicked the door closed, holding a bucket of cookie-dough ice cream. She slumped into the chair next to her 'witty' mother.

"But half way through I started running out of flaws of his..."

"Really?" Lorelai frowned, genuinely confused. "I thought the list was endless..."

"I reduced to bringing up Hemingway," she mumbled, flicking off the lid and pulling out the questionable spoon that was already in there. Rory stuffed a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth.

Lorelai took the spoon from her daughter and took a bite. "So if he didn't cry, then how did he take it?" she asked, her mouth full of cookie-dough ice cream.

Rory did the same. "He smiled," she said grimly.

"Really?" She looked surprised. Rory nodded and took another bite. Lorelai looked at her thoughtfully for a second; her lips pursed sternly. "Hun... I gotta ask."

"What?" Rory allowed, sounding cautious about it.

"Do you... Do you love Jess?"

Rory gasped, looking dramatically horrified. "God! No!"

"Ok, ok," Lorelai stammered, raising her hands up in a 'Don't hurt me' way. Rory glared at her for another second before looking down at the bucket of ice cream frustratedly.

"But..." Rory's head shot up. Staring furiously at her mother; her pal; her best friend; her number one supporter. Although extremely frightened and scared, Lorelai continued. "Are you sure?"

"You don't believe me?!" Her anger hit that stage where her eyes went all wide, like a cartoon character's would.

"No – no, I do. But you must have some strong feelings towards him."

"What are you getting at, Lorelai Gilmore?"

"I'm just saying that you have denied such feelings for him before and you never really did have an actual break-up." Lorelai looked at her daughter innocently.

Rory brought her dainty hand firmly to the table top in a definitive way. "I do NOT love Jess."

"Ok; you don't..." Lorelai bobbed her head in false agreement. There was a moment of silence. Rory's muscles relaxed a bit and she concentrated on eating her ice cream. Lorelai looked from Rory to the table, from Rory to the table.

"It's just—" Rory flashed her an intense glare. "—I'm sorry, but if you don't love him, or have any strong feelings for him whatsoever, then..."

"Then what?" She snapped.

"Then why are you eating ice cream; also known as wallowing food?" She raised a brow suggestively.

Rory stayed silent.

After awhile, she finally said, hardly above a whisper; "I never said I had no feelings for him."

For the rest of the night, the unnaturally loving mother and daughter sat quietly eating ice cream, just enjoying each others company.