Friday night was another girl's night with Richard on a business trip. "Your grandfather called last night and told me to let you know he's bringing you girls something very special from Prague," Emily told her granddaughters.

"Wow, Prague. How amazing is it that he's in Prague?" Rory was excited for any kind of foreign travel.

"It's supposed to be lovely, very dramatic castles everywhere," Emily repeated what Richard told her.

"Did you know the cell that Václav Havel was held in is now a hostel? You can stay there for like $50 a night. Hey, maybe on our big trip to Europe we could go to Prague and stay in his cell." Rory turns to her sister and mother.

"Who would spend 50 dollars to stay in an old cell?" Anna shook her head.

"Absolutely, and then we can go to Turkey and stay in that place from Midnight Express." Lorelai flicks something to the side of her plate with a fork.

"Lorelai, what are you doing?" Emily watches her grown daughter play with her food.

"Getting rid of the avocado," Lorelai pushes another one to the side.

"Since when do you not like avocado?" She asked.

"Since the day I said, Gross. What is this? And you said, avocado." Lorelai made up a story that she assumed to be correct.

"I'm focusing on you now. Tell me all about the Chilton formal next week." She looked back at her granddaughters. Rory and Anna share a panicked look, since they were hoping to tell their mother at the last minute, so Rory wouldn't be forced to go.

"There's a formal?" Lorelai stops getting rid of the avocados to look up at them.

"How do you know about the formal?" Rory looks over at the woman who ruined her plans.

"Yeah, how do you know about the formal?" Lorelai asks her mother.

"I read my Chilton newsletter," Emily told them.

"Since when do you get a Chilton newsletter?" She wonders how she got one. She thought they were only for parents.

"Well as a major contributor to Rory and Anna's education I figured I had the right to ask for a newsletter to be sent to my house." She took the napkin off her lap and onto the table to get up and grab her newsletter.

"Are you serious?" She tried to read the first one she got and found it so boring. She figures the girls would tell her the important things at school.

"And it's a good thing, too, since you don't bother to read yours. One of us should be up to date on the goings-on at their school." She walked back in with the paper.

"Hey, Mom, I read my newsletter." She lied.

"You did?" Emily was officially setting her up, but Lorelai couldn't back down.

"That's right." She nods.

"What was the picture on the cover?" She kept the front close to her chest.

"It was a picture of a really rich kid in plaid." She took a wild guess.

"It was a spotted owl." She turned it around to show her how wrong she was.

"In plaid," Lorelai waves her fork around. Rory rolled her lips in to stop herself from laughing while Anna put her fist into her mouth.

"The owls are endangered and Chilton is taking donations to help them. You gave a very nice one, in case you're interested." Emily points at her granddaughters. She sat back down at the table, putting the newsletter between her and Lorelai.

"Good, now Disgruntled Gretchen in Biology can get off my back. You would think I was the one chopping down the damn trees." Anna took a bite of the avocado to see why her mom was avoiding them. They weren't the most delicious thing, but they weren't all that bad either.

"Mom, don't be giving donations on their behalf. I'll do that." Lorelai felt like Emily doing any things that parents were supposed to would be like giving up power.

"How can you do that when you don't bother to read the newsletter?" She asks.

"I read the newsletter." She pushes on, even though there was enough proof to show that she didn't.

"You didn't know they were taking donations." She went to evidence number two. Numbering one being that she didn't know about the dance.

"It's a private school. They're always taking donations. They teach a class in it. I'll get them next time." She tried to go back to her salad.

"Well, what about the owls?" Emily asks. Anna was starting to feel like Gretchen was at the dinner table.

"They'll live." She pushed her salad around to make sure she got all the avocados out.

"Well, apparently they won't, dear. That's why they need donations in the first place." Emily took a sip of her wine.

"So, you have a formal coming up?" Lorelai changed the subjects.

"Yeah, Tristan said he was going to buy the tickets," Anna said. Rory stares at the side of her sister's face to go on, so hopefully, they would forget about her.

"That's right. Your grandfather said you're seeing Janlen Dugray's grandson." Emily nods.

"Yeah, I am. He hasn't bought them yet, because he's waiting until there is no line at lunch. But, there is always going to be a line." She rolled her eyes at him even though he wasn't there.

"Men are stubborn like that. How about you, Rory?" Lorelai looks over at her quiet daughter.

"I don't think I'm going to go," Rory said quickly.

"Nonsense, of course, you're going." Emily orders.

"Mom, if Rory doesn't want to go she doesn't have to go." Lorelai gave her mom a look to back off.

"Well, I don't understand why she wouldn't want to go." She looks between Rory and her mother like she would be able to find the answer.

"I know you don't." She sighs.

"I'm going to go get another Coke." Rory grabs her full glass and walks to the kitchen.

"Me too, this one is flat." Anna grabs her cup and follows her sister. They drank the rest of their perfect good coke slowly before getting another one. Anna put her ear to the door and she heard silence so they went back in to enjoy the rest of their dinner.


"Why didn't you mention the dance?" Lorelai asked when they were in the jeep on their way to Stars Hollow.

"Cause, I'm not going. I asked Anna not to tell you until the last minute because I didn't want it to be a thing." Rory told her.

"What about your dress?" She glances at Anna through the rearview mirror.

"I was planning to wear the pink one that I got from last year's rummage sale. Remember the one that Miss Patty said she wore and it made a Prince fall in love with her." She was planning to save the dress for a prom, but a formal was good too.

"Alright, but why aren't you going?" She turns back to Rory.

"Cause I hate dances." She glanced at her before looking back at her lap.

"Good answer, except you've never actually been to a dance." Lorelai hated it but she agreed with her mother. Rory had no reason to not want to go.

"So?" She shrugs.

"So you have nothing to compare it to." She looks at the road. She was feeling weird about trying to convince Rory to go to the dance when her mom was doing the same thing an hour ago.

"No, but I can imagine it," Rory said.

"Yeah, you don't have to do certain things to know you're not going to like them, like lighting yourself on fire." Anna nods. She was going to go on to give more examples but stopped when she caught her mom's glare.

"That's true. However, not really, since you've never actually been to one. You're basing all your dance opinions on one-midnight viewing of Sixteen Candles." She continued her argument.

"So?" Rory didn't see the problem. It was a good enough answer to not go to all the dances at her schools before.

"So you should have a decent reason for hating something before you decide you hate it." She wanted Rory to experience a school dance at least once.

"Trust me, I'll hate it. It'll be stuffy and boring, the music will suck, and since none of the kids at school like me, I'll be stuck in the back listening to 98° watching Tristan and Paris argue over which one of them gets to make me miserable first." Rory told her mom what would happen if she went.

"How dare you? Tristan will be dancing with me." Anna scoffs.

"Okay, then Paris will make me extra miserable to take out her frustration that my sister is dancing with her crush." She revised her story.

"Okay. Or it'll be all sparkly and exciting and you'll be standing on the dance floor listening to Tom Waits with some great-looking guy staring at you so hard that you don't even realize that Paris has just been eaten by bears." Even though Lorelai hated getting ready for her dance because of her mother's obsessing, she always had fun once she was there.

"What guy?" Rory asks.

"I don't know...maybe the guy who hangs out in our trees all day waiting for you to come home?" Lorelai teases, not knowing why Rory was making like she still didn't know about her boyfriend.

"Dean does not hang out in trees." Rory denies.

"He bashed his head on a branch last week when I came out of the house too quickly," Lorelai remembers that she was scared shitless by the noise.

"I thought he was going to fall." Anna snickers.

"Why do you care all of sudden if I go?" Rory asks. Their mom was never pushy about her being social before.

"I don't care if you go. I just don't want you to miss any experience because you're too afraid." Lorelai let her know that there wasn't any pressure.

"I'm afraid of what?" Rory scoffs.

"Of asking Dean, of him saying no, of going to a dance with a bunch of kids who haven't accepted you yet, of dancing in public, of finding out you should never be dancing in public," She was getting warmed up.

But, she was interrupted by Rory who was annoyed with her hitting the nail on the head over and over again. "Okay, okay, I get it."

"Listen, I know you are not Miss Party Girl, and I love you for that, but sometimes I wonder… do you not join in because you really don't want to or because you're too shy? If the reason you don't want to go is because you really don't want to go and not because you are in any way afraid, then this is the last time I'll mention it, I promise." Lorelai always worried about that when it came to Rory. With Anna, she worried that she didn't have enough fear and would end up getting into serious trouble.

"I don't have a dress," Rory mutters.

"I could make you one." Lorelai gave an easy solution.

"Really?" She asks.

"Oh yeah, we could get some great shoes and some new earrings. You could get your hair done." Lorelai was getting excited. She didn't get to play dress-up with her eldest a lot.

"You won't think I'm an idiot?" She stares at her mother's face to see any signs of a lie.

"Depends on what hairstyle you choose. This dance could be great for you." Lorelai smiles at her.

"Hurray! Our first dance together." Anna cheers.

"You said you didn't mind going without me." Rory turned in her seat to look back at her.

"I lied." She did a happy dance in her seat. Rory shook her head, smiling as she faced forward.


Anna and Lane give Rory a pep talk as they walk to the market. "He's going to say no." She whines.

"Why would he say no?" Lane asks.

"Why would he say yes?" Rory answers with a question.

"Because he hangs out with you like almost every day. He spent many afternoons watching you read." Anna found it creepy, but her sister swore it was sweet.

"Rory, listen to me. There's absolutely no point in having a boyfriend if you can't get him to go to the dance with you." Lane told her.

"That's true. A boyfriend's duties are opening doors, paying for meals, and going to dances." Anna listed it on her fingers.

"He's not my boyfriend." She shook her head.

"Really?" Lane and Anna look at her like she was stupid.

"No." She looks down at her feet.

"What is he then?" Lane wonders.

"He's my... gentleman caller," Rory said the only thing she could think of.

"Okay, Blanche." Lane tease.

"I don't know what he is. But he's not my boyfriend. Do you think he's my boyfriend?" Rory looks at them for confirmation.

"I think you guys spend a lot of time not kissing other people if this isn't a girlfriend/boyfriend thing." Lane points out that there was a commitment between the two of them.

"Girlfriend," She smiles.

"You," Anna points at her sister.

"Boyfriend," Rory's smiles got bigger.

"Him," Lane said.

"No. It sounds weird." She shook her head.

"Look, have you had the talk yet?" Lane asks.

"Yes, Lane, babies come from the stork." Rory didn't want a sex talk from her friend.

"The other talk," Lane brushes off her friend's joke.

"What other talks?" Anna asks, curious of what it could be.

"We've been dating for a few weeks now. Where do we stand? What are we to each other? If another girl asks you out, do you feel free to go?" Lane gave an example of what she could say to Dean.

"How is it that you know so much about this?" Rory looked at her friend in wonder. She seems to know so much more about relationships than she does and she never had a boyfriend.

"Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." Lane shrugs. "How did your talk with Tristan go?" She asks Anna.

"He asked me how I was going to introduce him at Rory's party. I left him hanging for a little while." She told them.

"Naturally," Lane nods.

"Then I told him, I only stick my hands down my boyfriend's pants." She finished her short story making Lane laugh.

"It's always TMI with you." Rory gags.

They stop in front of the window at Doose's to look in and see Dean talking to a customer. "There he is." Lane sings.

"I should do this later." Rory turns to leave, but Lane stops her.

"No. No, you have to do this now." Lane insisted.

"Why?" Rory asks.

"Because I have to go home soon and my mom threw out our TV when she caught me watching V.I.P. So I'm bored and I need some entertainment." Lane explains.

"OK. Here I go." Rory walks to the door.

"Good luck! Oh, and Rory, remember to enunciate. I'm reading lips out here." Lane told her before she went in. Lane pushed her face against the window. "Crap, they went down an aisle." She cursed.

"So, Lane, who do you think we would be if we were the Golden Girls? My mom would be Sofia since she is the oldest and has a smart mouth. I imagine she'll get meaner with age but still loveable." Anna leans her back against the window.

"I think Rory would be Dorothy. She is tall and smart. You're the most cheerful so you would be Rose. But, I don't think I'm a Blanche." Lane tilted her head in wonder while keeping her eyes peeled for Rory and Dean in case they came out of the aisle.

"Oh, I think you would be. Since your mom wouldn't be living with us, you would be able to finally sow your wild oats." Anna gave her a teasing smile.

"So, I'm going to have to wait until I'm 50 before I can have any real fun." She pouts at the thought. "Oh, Rory is coming out, she's smiling. She gave me the thumbs up." Lane cheers. Anna got off the window and waited for Rory to come out. They went just out of the window's view to jump up and down about Dean saying yes.


Anna was accompanying Rory, while she waited in line to buy tickets for Chilton Winter Formal. She was watching her boyfriend who was ahead of them in line. "You look like a stalker." Rory looks up from her book to tell her.

"I just want to see how much the slimy toad is going to blush at his teasing." She glared at Paris, who was selling the tickets.

"If it bothers you when he does that, why don't you say something?" She asks.

"Because, I don't want to look like a crazy jealous psycho," She ducked behind the guy in front of them when Tristan looked back.

"Yeah, because you look completely sane right now," Rory turns her eyes back to her book.

When Tristan was the next in line, Anna moved to hide behind the third guy in line. "Calm down, I'm not trying to cut, I'm being nosey." She whispered to the fourth guy who was ready to throw a fit. He mutters something about crazy females when he recognizes her as the girl that Tristan follows around. Anna was too busy eavesdropping to care.

"Hi, Tristan," Paris looked up at him with a softness that Anna didn't know she was capable of.

"Paris." He said her name, making the girl's heart flutter.

"Two, I assume." Anna could practically see the hearts in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"You assume right." He nods.

"So, who are you taking?" She picked up two tickets. Anna had to bite her tongue to stop herself from screaming with me, his girlfriend.

"Why, are you free?" He leaned down to ask her.

"I'm, uh…" She stutters. With his face so close to her, she was having a hard time thinking of something to say.

"Nah, what am I thinking? You wouldn't be free this close to the dance." He stood up straight to grab the money for the tickets from the pocket of his blazer and gave it to her.

"Here's your change." She gave him the money back.

Anna was about to sneak her away back to Rory when Tristan said something else. "Hey, is your hair shorter?" He asks. His girlfriend glares at his back.

"Yeah, a quarter of an inch," She plays with the ends of her hair. For her crush to notice such a slight change made her day.

"Really," He nods in interest.

"I got it trimmed." She told her.

"Looks good," He compliments her.

"Thanks." She smiles. As he turned to walk away and let the next guy go up, Anna made her way back to Rory making sure to stay between the guys in line and the wall.

She made it just in time for Tristan to do a double-take at her being in line. "Why are you here?" He asks.

"I am accompanying Rory." She points to her sister.

"And she's reading again. How novel?" He nods to her.

"Good-bye, Tristan." She looked up briefs.

"Did you get the novel thing? Because…" He was about to explain the joke but was interrupted.

"She got it." Anna gave Tristan a sharp look.

"The guy's supposed to buy the tickets." He told Rory.

"Really, does Susan Faludi know about this?" She asks him.

"I didn't know Dean was a cheap guy." He shrugs.

"Dean gave her the money, so back off." She lied. Dean did try to, but Rory insisted on paying since he was only going because she wanted too.

"Okay, you know what; I don't think Rory needs your company. She's reading anyway." He wraps an arm around Anna's shoulders to pull her down the hall with him. "If I knew that flirting with Paris would get you this upset I wouldn't have. Or may I would have, you look like a cute fluffy winter bobcat when you're mad." He pokes her cheek.

"You knew I was there?" She looked up at him in shock.

"Yeah, stay in the kitchen because you'll never be a spy." He snorted.

"When did you know?" She asks.

"When you duck behind the guy when I look back, and I also heard you hissing at the guy to calm down." He laughs at her disappointed face.

"It's why I didn't get away with anything as a kid. Mom says I have heavy feet and I could never keep a straight face." She whines.

"Besides you should be nice to me considering I got your golden ticket." He waves the tickets around. Anna tried to grab it, but he held it higher.

"Such a jerk," She pouts.

"You shouldn't be holding it anyways. You might lose it." He put them in his pocket.

"I lost the movie tickets once. The worker remembered us and you had the receipt so we were fine." She crossed her arms over her chest.


Anna was sitting on the ground in front of her mother. Lorelai took out the hair rollers that Anna slept in. "That was the last one." Lorelai throws a roller on the table. She grabs a comb and pulls some of the front hairs back to style it the way her daughter wanted before covering her in hair spray until the can was empty. "Alright go put on your dress and shoes." She patted her back.

Anna got up and went upstairs to her room. She pulls a blush maxi dress out of the dress bag to slip into it. It had a lace mesh bodice and a taffeta skirt. She slid a pair of white pumps. She put on a silver twisted bangle bracelet, earrings that had a diamond in the middle with four tiny diamonds hanging on the edge of her lobe, and three sets of moon and star rings. She redid her nails for the event, they were long and pink with roses painted on ring finger and glitter on the middle finger and the rest were just glossy. Her mom already painted her lips pink, eyelids smokey, and cheeks a pinkish brown.

"It's me. I got tacos!" She heard Sookie yell from downstairs. She ran down the stairs the same time Rory came back in the living room.

"Oh my God! You both look like movie stars! I'm serious. Oh my…. At some point tonight, walk down a flight of stairs. Movie stars always walk down staircases." She spoke quickly.

"Okay, come on. Let me spray while you try to figure out what she just said." Lorelai held her hand out for the new can that Rory had in her hand.

"You don't move. I got it." Sookie took the can before Lorelai could. "Ow!" She somehow sprayed herself in the face, getting it in both her eyes.

"Sookie!" The Gilmore Girls yell in concern.

"Wrong way! I got it." She rubs her eyes.

"Are you OK?" Rory asks.

"Yeah, sweetie, hand that to your mother. My eyelashes are all stuck together." She gave Rory the can before feeling around.

"I got you, Sookie," Anna guides her in the kitchen and helps her wash her face. "Better?" She asks.

"Yes," She used a towel to wipe her face. Rory came in and tuck a dish towel into the front of her dress. She grabs a taco and un-wraps it. Anna was quick to follow her sister's lead since she was hungry.

"OK, girls, come in here please," Emily yells from the living room.

"I didn't even hear her come in." Anna looks over at Rory. She shrugs at her sister. They walk to the living room with their bids and tacos.

"Hey, Grandma." They greeted her.

"They have lived with you for too long." Emily glared at her daughter.

"Honey, lose the bib and the taco, Rory put your shoes on, come back out, and let Grandma take the pretty picture." She instructed.

"Okay." They walk back to the kitchen and put the tacos down and take the bid off. Anna went with Rory to her room to help her put her high heels on.

Sookie walks into the living room. "I'm going to get going." She could open her eyes a little now.

"You are not driving," Lorelai told her.

"I walked. It was nice to see you again, Mrs. Gilmore, or at least make out your shape." She spoke to the staircase.

"Call in fifteen minutes or I'm sending out a search party," Lorelai promised.

"And you call me if you need help up the stairs or something." She turned to talk to the desk that was against the wall.

"No, I'll be fine." She told her friend.

"Bye." Sookie felt her way out the door and past Tristan on the porch, not even noticing him.

"People in this town are weird." He walks in the open door and closes it behind him.

"Why would you need help up the stairs?" Emily moved to sit next to her daughter on the couch as Tristan came in.

"Oh look, mom, it's Tristan." She points at her youngest daughter's boyfriend.

"Oh hello, you look very nice." Emily smiles at him.

"Thanks, is she still getting ready?" He points at the stairs.

"She's ready. She's just helping Rory with her shoes. Rory, let's go, your public waits!" Their mom yells out the last part.

Anna buckles the heels. "Alright, time to stand." She let Rory hold on to her arms to stand up. "Ready?" She asks.

"Yes." She let go of her arms. They walk back out to the living room.

"Alright, here they are, Mom, gets your camera moving." Lorelai points at her daughters.

"Oh, my, you're gorgeous. Oh! Smile!" Emily took a picture from every angle she could think of.

"I'm so glad you decided to buy her a dress." She told Lorelai. Rory and Lorelai smile at each other. "Okay, just Rory now." She said

Anna walks over to Tristan. He was wearing a regular black and white tux. "You couldn't find a pink tie." She pulled on his black one.

"They were out everywhere." He shrugs.

She rolled her eyes, knowing he didn't go to any store. "I suppose you can still take me to the dance, even though we aren't matching." She let out a fake bratty sigh.

"Thank god, it ruins my reputation if I wasn't with the prettiest girl there." He leaned down to kiss her. A camera flash and Anna turns to look at her smiling grandmother.

"You two are so cute together." She gushes. After getting a few poses from them. Anna took some pictures alone when a car horn went off.

"That's Dean!" Rory went running to the door.

"Hey, come here. Have an amazing time." Lorelai held her hands up.

"I'll chronicle the whole evening for you, I promise." Rory went over to kiss her mom on the cheek.

"I'll make up a grand tale that makes you wish you could have gone." Anna kissed her mom on the forehead.

"Bye, Grandma." Rory went to kiss her grandma on the cheek. Anna did the same.

"Where are you going?" She asked Rory when she went running for the door again.

"To the dance," She told her.

"You do not go running out the door when a boy honks." Emily scolds.

"Mom, it is fine." Lorelai sighs.

"It certainly is not fine. This is not a drive-through. She's not fried chicken." She snaps. Anna had to swallow a giggle at the image of Rory being passed out the window on a tray came into her mind.

"But I told him to honk and I'd meet him out there. We agreed." Rory explains.

"I don't care what you told him. If he wants to take you out, he will walk up to this door, and knock, and say good evening, and come inside for a moment like any civilized human being would know to do." Emily explains to her.

"We're going to get going. See you there, Rory." Anna pulls Tristan out the door. She went over to Dean's window. "Change of plans. My grandma is here, so you have to go to the door." She told him after he rolled the window down.

"Your grandma that likes to pick on your mom, that has a prejudice against anything that is not top of the line." It was funny to see how nervous he got at the thought of the small woman inside.

"That is the one. Good luck." She patted the side of his door before walking over to the Porsche.


"Did I tell you that you look drop-dead gorgeous tonight?" He pulled her close as he led the slow dance.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but no, you didn't." She pulls away, so she can look down. She was scared of stepping on his feet.

"I'm sorry for not mentioning it early. You look stunning." He spun her around, knowing that she liked that. They danced for three songs and she asked him to do it five times already.

"I should, I'll have you know that this dress was able to snag a prince." She told him.

"Oh really?" He pulled her back, so she was flush against his chest as they sway side to side.

"The year was 1968, Miss. Patty was singing in a luxury resort. Her voice was so beautiful that it drew him in from the lobby. He sat down and watched her whole set, didn't even check-in. He later told her that combination of her lovely voice and being such a vision in this dress move him in such a way that he knew he had to marry her." She repeated the short revision of the story that Miss. Patty told her.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Did she marry him?" He asks.

"Sadly, she was already married at the time." Anna snickers, remembering how disappointed Miss. Patty looked when she said it.

"Shame, she could have been a princess." Tristan thought the eccentric woman would have been a fun royal.

"Miss. Patty is a queen, and don't you forget it." Anna gave him a playful glare. "You look very handsome in your tux." She tugs on the collar of his tux jacket.

"Thanks, it doesn't have a story like your dress but it does its job." He shrugs. "Aw, Bobcat, watch your paws." He hisses when she steps on his foot.

"I'm sorry. I've never had to dance this close with a partner before." She put some distance between them.

"I thought you went to every dance since middle school." He asks.

"Mostly with my friend, Lane, even when I had a date, we always danced like this." She took another step back, so her fingers were just brushing against his shoulders.

"Probably, because they were scared of getting their toes broken," He teases.

"Shut up," She smacked his shoulder. "Oh, look Rory and Dean are here. I'm going to say hi." She told him.

"Alright, I'll get us drinks." He walked away to the refreshment table.

She walked over to the couple that was standing by the dancing floor. "So, are we working up the nerve to bust a move?" She did a goofy dance.

"Just waiting for a slow song," Rory told her.

"Let's all this band play," Anna rolls her eyes at her sad excuses. "So, Dean I see that my grandma left you whole." She turns to her sister's unofficial boyfriend.

"Barely," He sighs, making Anna laugh.

"Rory...you came. Oh, great dress. Who's it by?" Louise came over with Madeline behind her. She reaches out to touch the fabric of the dress.

"Lorelai Gilmore." Rory was surprised at how friendly she was being. Anna was hoping that the punch Tristan was getting was spiked.

"You made it yourself?" Madeline asks.

"No, my mom made it for me," Rory explains.

"She did? Really?" She seemed impressed.

"Yeah," Rory nods.

"So, you travel with a bodyguard now?" Louise gave Dean her bedroom eyes.

"Oh, no…. this is my…" Rory was fumbling his introduction.

"This is Dean. He and Rory have been dating for a few weeks now. Dean, this is our classmates Louise and Madeline." Anna glares at the blonde.

"Hey." Dean nods to them.

"My mom can't make anything." Madeline went off into her own head like she did a lot. Anna was still wary of her. She wasn't sure if she was a mastermind playing dumb or if she was what she appears to be. She appears to be a sweet girl who got caught up with two snakes, one hungry for power and the other hungry for men.

"How tall are you?" Louise took a step closer to Dean.

"Uh…" He looked down at Rory awkwardly.

"Soup! She can make soup!" Madeline perks up.

"You know, my whole family is tall, the men, mostly. What are you…6'1", 6'2"?" Louise looks up at him.

"What, does he get like a prize if he guesses?" Rory glares at the blonde, now seeing why she came over pretending to be nice.

"I'm sure she has a prize in mind for him," Anna adds on dryly. Louise shot the Gilmore sisters a glare.

"One kind of soup, it's green, lumpy." Madeline clarified.

"I'm 6'2"," Dean told her politely.

"Actually, she can't make soup either." Madeline kept talking like someone was having a conversation with her.

"Six-two's a good height." Louise smiles up at him.

"You think?" He asks.

"I think." She nods to him, thinking she had his attention.

"Huh. What do you think? Too tall?" Dean moved behind Rory and put his arms around her waist.

"Not in heels." Rory looks back at him.

"Good." He nods.

"Although the saddle shoes make it kind of difficult," She spoke about her normal footwear.

"Well, I'll just have to stoop then." Dean smiles at her.

"I guess so." Rory looks back at him with that cute in awe look that she got when Dean proved to be perfect.

"OK. I'm bored." Louise turned around to walk away.

"I like your dress, yours too, Anna." Madeline smiles at both the girls before walking away.

"Thanks." They yell.

"Way to go Dean." Anna gave him a pat on the back.

"What I miss?" Tristan gave a drink to Anna.

"Just Dean turning down Louise," She gave Dean another pat on the back.

"Slow song." Dean looks down at Rory.

"Let's go." Rory pulls him out to the dance floor.

"All the songs are slow." Tristan looks down at his date.

"Not slow enough I guess. They must have been waiting for lullaby slow." She shrugs.

"I should have waited for it to be this slowly then my feet wouldn't be bruised." He whined like he was in pain.

"I only step on them twice." She put up two fingers.

"Have you seen the shoes you're wearing," He lifts her dress, so her white pumps were visible.

"Hello, Tristan." Paris came up to them making him drop the dress and turn to face her.

"Oh hey Paris," He nods to her.

"I see you're here with Anna." It was interesting how fast her eyes could glare at her and then turn softly to look up at Tristan.

"She is my girlfriend." He wraps his arm around her shoulder.

"I didn't know you guys had titles." Paris didn't even try to hide her disappointment. Tristan and Anna stood there awkwardly. Even though Anna started hanging out with Tristan to annoy Paris, seeing her with that heartbroken look on her face wasn't a good feeling.

"Who's your date?" Anna nods to the brown-haired teen standing next to her. He wasn't handsome like Tristan, but he was cute.

"I'm Jacob." He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Anna, this is Tristan." He shook her head and then Tristan. "You look beautiful, Paris. The green compliment you well." She wasn't saying it out of petty. Paris did look good night.

"Thanks. We have to find Madeline and Louise." She nodded before pulling her date away.

"Am I imagining things or was Susanna Gilmore just nice to Paris Geller?" He rubbed his eyes.

"I feel bad. I know what it's like to have a massive crush on a guy and have to see him go out with someone else. But, don't get used to it." She sips her drink.

"Wouldn't dream of it," He laughs, shaking his head.


"So, do you think I should walk you in or out?" Tristan asks. He normally just dropped her off, but with her grandmother there he wasn't sure if the rules were different.

"I actually had something else I wanted to do before going home." She plays with the lace on her dress.

"What? Get ice cream?" He chuckled.

"No, I'm ready." She blurted out.

"For what?" He hated it when she made him play this guessing game bullshit. Then she gets mad if he didn't get in the first couple tries, whining that he didn't know her at all.

She took a deep breath before going on a rant. "Oh my god, you're going to make me say it. Fine, if I'm going to do it I should be able to say it. I am ready to go all the way. I'm ready for sex. I'm ready to do the naked tango."

"I got it." He yelled, and then he cleared his throat. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I love you, Tristan." She looks over at him.

"You love me?" He stares at her. He was in awes and dumbfounded that she felt that deeply for him.

"Yeah, I love you. So please don't kill me." She points to the road.

"I love you too, Susanna." He leans over to give her a peck before looking back at the road.

"How have you done it with a virgin before?" She knew that he wasn't a virgin but wasn't sure about the partners he had.

"Yeah, a couple said they were." He took the cut off to head to his house. His dad went on a business trip and his mom went with him this time.

"Did it hurt for them? Did they cry?" She looks over at him.

"Look if you're sure you want to do this, I'll make sure you're so wet down there that I could drown." He reached over to grab her shaking hand.

"I'm sure." Anna always thought she would prefer it if her first time was with someone who was also having their first time. But, something was reassuring about being with someone who knew what they were doing.

He parked the car in front of his house. He got out of the car to go around and open her door. He guides her along the familiar path of entering his house and going up to his room. He helped her out of her dress and undergarments. She lay back on the bed as he takes off his clothes. She reaches out for him when he walks over to the bed. "Don't worry about me." He pushes her hands down and settles between her legs. Despite feeling like she was ready, her nerves were stopping her body from being. Tristan teases her folds with his fingers as he sucks on her clit. It took more time and technique then it normally would have. It made him doubt her readiness.

"Are you sure?" He sat up to ask her.

"Why do you keep asking me that?" She snaps. She was already nervous. He didn't need to be adding onto that.

"Because, you're so damn tense, it makes me feel like I'm raping you or something." He couldn't shake the uneasiness in his stomach from having her tense muscles under his fingers.

"I'm just scared of the pain." The only first-time story she ever heard was from Mrs. Kim. She made it sound like being torn in two.

"The two virgin I was with, hissed and grabbed the sheets but there weren't even any tears. They felt good towards the end." He didn't realize not answering her question in the car, would bring this kind of stress on her. He felt weird talking about past sexual experiences in front of her.

When he felt her muscles relax under his hands he guided himself into her. It was like he said she hisses and grabs the bed sheets with one hand while holding onto his arm with the other. "Alright, Bobcat, when you feel ready, give me the green light." He whispered into her ear.

"Slither on, Malfoy." She told him once the pain wasn't at the forefront anymore. It was still in the background, but she felt like pleasure was ready for center stage.

He chucked in her ear as he started to thrust his hips, increasing the speed and pressure little by little. Soon the music of her moans and gasps were filling his room. He finished inside her and lay down next to her. "Thank you for making sure I was comfortable." Anna gave him a peck.

"Um… Next time, you'll get an orgasm too I promise." He kissed her back.

"Promises, promises," She lay her head on his chest.

"I love you, Bobcat." He kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, Malfoy." She snuggled closer to him.


Anna sneaks up the stairs to her room at 2 a.m. Her mom was sleeping on the couch and she was trying to avoid the noisy steps on the stairs. She cursed her eleven-year-old self for demanding that she have the second-floor room. It made her feel like a princess to have a high view. She didn't know if it was luck or the pain medication Lorelai took for her back but she was able to make it to her room without waking her up.


"GET OUT!" Anna wakes up to Lorelai screaming at someone. She put on her robe and waddled her sleepy self downstairs. She stops when she sees Rory hiding by the stairs and her grandmother slamming the door on the way out. She walks with Rory into the kitchen.

"Mom, thank you for saying all those..." Rory felt good that her mom defended her and knew she wouldn't do anything.

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

"I'm sorry. It was an accident." Rory told her.

"You're talking to the queen of staying out all night. I invented the concept! This is no accident! You can't do this! Period." She scoffs.

"Nothing happened!" Rory defends herself.

Anna slowly backed away and went back up to her room with her sister and mom yelling. She knew if she stayed down there it would be clear on her face that she was guilty of what Rory was being accused of. Even though her mom put her on the pill, she knew her mother wouldn't be patting her on the back for it. She didn't regret it and didn't plan on hiding it from her mother forever but certain news required timing.