"Hey, you stole the key."

"Kinda had to use it to get in, do you want to come in?" Jess realised she had been drinking and a lot by the looks of it.

"Yes, that's why I wanted the key."

"Ok, well, you don't need the key anymore, come have some coffee." He managed to get her indoors and get her a cup of coffee.

"Ah, angel!"

"It is good coffee." He was having a hard time stopping himself from laughing, he had never seen Rory have a drink.

"The best, I miss it when I'm not around."

"I'm sure you still drink plenty of the coffee at Yale."

"Of course, can't survive without the coffee."

"So, good night out on the town?"

"It was an odd party but a fun one, we ended up at Brians aunt, played some games, ate some food."

"Drank a lot of something other than water?"

"Beer, lots of beer."

"I'm glad you had a good time, drink lots of coffee and water tonight though, need to be nice and sober for the wedding tomorrow."

"Yeah I do, I'm the maid of honour so got to be all good for the morning."

"You do, do you want me to walk you home?" She had finished her coffee now.

"Yeah sure, I'm feeling a little better all ready."

"Come on." As she stood up, she was still more than a little wobbly on her feet. "Woah, ok. You're not going anywhere yet, you need more coffee."

"Yeah, coffee's good." he poured her another cup and then heard a phone starting to ring.

"Is that yours?" He walked around to where she sat and tried to find her phone, luckily he found it quickly in the small bag she took out with her, the caller ID said it was Lorelai and he didn't seem so sure about answering it but realised he didn't really have a choice.

"Hey Lorelai, I believe I found something that belongs to you."

"Ah, I'm glad she ok at least, she drank a fair bit tonight, how is she?"

"She's fine, waiting for her to sober up a bit before I bring her home."

"If it's easier you can just dump her in Luke's bed upstairs for the night, make sure you watch your hands up there, and I'll come get her when she's more able to walk in the morning."

"That may be the safer option for everyone involved, and you know I'd never take advantage of her drunk, I'll let her know she will see you in the morning."

They both hung up then and Jess got Rory upstairs, it took a while because she was still having trouble with the walking, he had to half carry her up the stairs. She seemed half asleep by the time he put her in Luke's bed and tucked her in. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and put them on the table beside the bed.

"Get some sleep, your mum will be here tomorrow to get you to the wedding."

"Stay here with me, talk to me. I'm not sleepy yet." He chuckled at that given that she looked as if she was already falling asleep but he decided to humour her. He sat on the edge of the bed so he could see her face.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"Why do we always have bad timing, we can never just be happy." Jess was suprised at the conversation and thought she probably wouldn't remember anything he said to her in the morning.

"We will be happy, don't worry."

"I want you to be happy, Jess. I don't know why I'm stopping us, it's stupid, even my mum thinks so."

"I get it, so does your mum. I am happy."

"It's still stupid, I know I want to be with you and don't even know why I'm saying to wait."

"You've just broken up with someone, you need time. At least that's what you said."

"Yeah that, I know that, I just know it shouldn't be a reason."

"But it is, you should get some sleep. We can talk more when you're awake and sober." He didn't want to have this conversation while Rory is drunk, when he didn't know if she meant anything she said.

"Ok, I suppose I'm pretty sleepy."

"Yeah you are." He laughed lightly as he got off the bed. "Goodnight Rory"

"Goodnight Jess." She rolled slowly so she was facing away from him. "I love you."

Jess froze in the middle of the apartment and then heard heavy breathing and a light snore coming from the bed, she couldn't have meant to say that and he guessed she wouldn't remember saying it. That didn't stop him from hearing or remembering it himself though. She had never said that to him before and now the first time she does it's because she's drunk, not exactly the way he wanted it to happen. He crawled into his bed and tried not to think about it, tried to forget like she would.