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Written by: Bligy
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Gilmore Girls are properties of Amy Sherman-Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television. No copyright infringement intended.
“Remind me why I willingly agreed to enter hell?” Jess muttered as they drove into the Gilmore Mansion’s driveway.
“It had something to do with a book,” Rory reminded him, her blue eyes wide and innocent. He looked over to her and had to hold back a smirk. She bit her lip, loving the she had that affect on him.
“We’re late,” he pointed out as they arrived, but neither of them wanted to get out of the car. “Does she know?”
“Know what?” Rory asked, turning to look at him in the car.
He didn’t answer her, just looked at her with a raised an eyebrow. A soft blush rose on her cheeks and she had to turn away. Her eyes caught on the mansion’s door and a sigh escaped her lips.
“Come on,” she coaxed, getting out of his rust bucket of a car and starting towards the door.
“You didn’t answer me,” he scolded playfully, grabbing her hand and stopping her. As she turned around to object, he caught her behind her back and pulled her into a kiss. She felt her knees melt and she had to keep her arms wrapped around his neck to keep from collapsing.
“We’re late,” she objected halfheartedly between kisses. One of his hands slid down her leg and crawled up her skirt, carefully out of the view of the mansion, in case anyone was watching.
“Come on,” he said suddenly, breaking away from her and walking towards the house, a small smirk on his face.
“Jess,” she gasped, her legs still a massive amount of jelly. Suddenly she realized what he was doing. She closed her eyes, attempting to get her body under control, but all she could think about was getting back into his car and driving to a motel somewhere that they wouldn’t be disturbed. She pictured his lips running across her skin and her breath caught.
“Rory?” he inquired, placing a hand on the side of her face. She leaned into it, opening her eyes and gazing at him in longing. His eyes were drowning masses of chocolate. He wanted this as much as she did.
“Let’s go,” she moaned, pulling him against her and kissing him again. They stumbled as she pulled him back towards the car.
“We’re late,” he echoed her former complaint, but she brushed it off. He was teasing her, and it was working. Every word he said was running up and down her back, sending shivers through every part of her body.
“Ahem,” sounded from the door, just as they had made it back to the car. She was pinned against its side, his arms on either side of her and his face pressed into hers. Her hands were in his hair, absolutely destroying whatever style he’d worked for hours on, and she could imagine that she probably didn’t look much better.
“Hi, grandma,” Rory whimpered from behind him, gazing at the stern woman from over her boyfriend’s shoulder. Emily Gilmore did not look impressed.
“Buzzkill,” Jess muttered, but turned around to face their enemy for the evening. Rory observed as he attempted to catch his breath and she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander a little bit. Her face turning scarlet, she looked away from him and attempted to follow him without actually looking in his general direction.
“Rory Gilmore, what has gotten into you?” Emily spat, glaring at Jess menacingly.
Despite all her good attempts, she couldn’t help but look at Jess. He was attempting with all his might not to smirk again, and she suddenly felt the urge to as well. What had gotten into her? Well… wasn’t that the tale. A scoff from her grandmother snapped her out of her fantasy, bringing her back to reality with a jump.
“Uh…” she began, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.
“We got caught up in the moment,” Jess offered with a shrug. “Things have been tense.”
“Tense?” her grandmother repeated, glaring at him.
“Wrong word,” he grumbled, looking away. Rory couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d come to her rescue. He’d failed miserably, but he had tried.
“Is mom here?” Rory asked finally, attempting to change the subject.
“No, and you two are already late. It’s a wonder that you managed to get into the schools that you did with the way that your family is run,” Emily said, and Rory felt a stab of hurt at the words.
“You don’t know anything about the way her family is run,” Jess rumbled, stepping up the stairs so that he was on the same level as her grandmother.
“What do you know about anything?” she snapped back, and a staring contest broke out.
“Jess… it’s okay,” Rory attempted to calm him, stepping up the stairs as well and taking his hand. When he didn’t stop the staring contest, she kissed his knuckles lightly, and he blinked, turning to her. Their eyes caught and she smiled at him. He nodded at her and stepped past her grandmother, entering into the house without permission, pulling Rory with him.
“May I take your coats?” the maid asked the second they stepped in, with Emily quick on their heels.
“They won’t be staying long,” she chirped from behind them, even as Rory was removing her coat.
“Grandma?” Rory asked, not used to this cold shoulder that she was being given. Granted, she had just been caught making out with her boyfriend, about to ditch dinner, which was probably not the best impression to make, but she hadn’t expected her to be this bad.
“We’ll just wait for your mother to get here,” Emily replied cheerfully as she walked into the study.
“Is she okay?” Jess inquired as her grandmother left the room. Rory looked up at him for a moment and shrugged helplessly.
“I’ve never seen her like this,” she admitted, and they both inched into the study, where Emily was downing some alcoholic beverage like it was her life’s sustenance.
“Do we go in there?” he whispered, neither wanting to interrupt the woman’s drinking splurge. Just as she was about to reply, the door opened and slammed behind them. Rory jumped out of her skin and turned around to face her mother, who was staring at them both in amusement.
“It’s just me,” she said with a large grin. Jess rolled his eyes and Rory wrapped her arms around her waist. “What’s going on?” Rory was hesitant to tell her what had just happened, not wanting disapproval from both her grandmother and her mother.
“Grandma caught us…” she started, but couldn’t figure out the words to go after that.
“She caught you…?” Lorelai prodded, glaring at Jess.
“She caught us making out, and now she’s drinking like a fish,” Rory blurted out, grabbing Jess’s hand and looking around her shoulder at Emily, who was now on her third glass of whatever liquid she’d been downing all night.
“Oh boy, that’s not good,” Lorelai muttered and walked into the study with a large smile on her face. Jess and Rory followed slower, neither really looking forward to being there. “Hi mom!”
“Lorelai, there you are!” Emily hissed, and Rory flinched. Jess pulled her to him, protecting her from whatever lashing they were about to get. “How can you let this go on!?”
“What?” Lorelai deadpanned, looking around as though it wasn’t obvious.
“That! Him, it’s… disgusting! I can’t believe that she’s even considering taking him to Chilton! He’s a shame on the Gilmore name!” Emily ranted, and Rory felt Jess tighten beside her.
“Chilton?” he asked against the back of neck. Even in their situation, she shivered.
“I’ll tell you after?” she pleaded, noticing his angry eyes. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Well… I’m sure that he’d be happy to ‘not’ go if you didn’t want him there,” Lorelai begged off with a shrug.
“And let Rory go to her rightful prom alone? I wouldn’t hear of it,” Emily shrieked, causing all three of them to flinch.
“Stars Hollow’s prom is my rightful prom,” Rory grumbled, which gained her the stares of everyone in the room. “What? I’ve never wanted to go to Chilton’s prom, ever. The only reason I went to Chilton in the first place was to get into Harvard, and now I’m not going to Harvard, I’m going to Yale, so I can be closer to Jess. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, though, because I’m moving in with him next year.”
Emily paled, and Rory cringed at her own words. “You’ve had sex with him, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice sounding small and bitter.
“Yes,” Rory stated proudly, glad to have Jess’s arms around her.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Lorelai burst in.
“You’re going to turn out just like her…” Emily spat, staring at Lorelai in contempt.
“Come on, Rory… we’re leaving,” Lorelai told her, putting a hand on her shoulder and steering her out of the house.
“Don’t you dare leave this house!” Emily shouted, following them with, yet another, drink in her hand. “If you leave, so help me, don’t come back.”
Rory paused, thinking of what that could potentially mean for her future. She bit her lip, biting back tears, and walked to the door. Her hands grasped the handle and she pulled it open.
“Rory…” Lorelai objected quietly. She looked up at the three other people in the room. Lorelai looking worried, sad and helpless, Jess looking angry and confused and her grandmother looking superior and controlling.
“I wanted to like you… I wanted to make you happy,” Rory whispered, but her voice still carried. “I guess it wasn’t enough.” She turned and walked out the door. Jess followed after her without another thought, but her mother hovered behind them.
The second that the night air was in her lungs, she started sobbing. Jess held her to her, not understanding what was going on. His hands ran through her hair comfortingly, teasing out knots and creating new ones. She collapsed against him as sobs wracked her body. In one moment, in one stupid moment, she’d lost everything. Yale wouldn’t offer her financial aid, and now her only form of money had been cut off. She wasn’t going to Yale, she wasn’t going to Harvard, and she wasn’t even going to Princeton.
Blackness surrounded here, she felt so tired. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in Jess’s car again, and that they were already on their way back to Stars Hollow. Blinking her eyes, she looked up at him. His shirt was still stained with her tears and mascara and his eyes were cold and hard.
“Jess?” she asked, wanting to know what had happened.
“Hey,” he said, attempting to keep his tone light, but it was obvious that he was tense.
“What happened?” she asked, shuffling in the seat in an attempt to get comfortable.
“Let’s just say that Lorelai and I finally have something in common. A hatred of your grandparents,” he replied with a shrug, but she could see every line of his body was tighter than a spring.
“What happened?” she repeated, feeling exhausted and terrified that her dreams had been destroyed.
“You were crying so hard you fell asleep, Lorelai came out of the house and told me that your grandmother is revoking their agreement of dinners for Yale money,” he explained, and her heart clenched painfully. “Your mother’s going to sell the inn.”
“She can’t do that,” Rory said resolutely.
“She’s on her way to Sookie’s right now,” he shrugged, but it was obvious that he wasn’t happy in the situation.
“Let’s get there first,” she demanded, and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m not doing that,” he stated after a few seconds of silence.
“Why not?” she bit out.
“Because this is your dream. You already screwed over one dream for me, I’m not going to allow you to fuck up another one,” he explained bitterly.
“What do you mean?” she blinked, already knowing but feeling her heart dropping again.
“I’ll buy your dress, but we’re going to have to cut out the limo unless Lane can chip in. I don’t have the money for it. I have a few thousand saved away, it’s not much, but it’s yours… for Yale,” he went on.
“No, Jess, you have to go to college,” she objected, but was silenced with a look.
“No, Rory. You have to go to college. You, not me. I’m going to reenroll at the high school,” he said, and it was obvious what pain this was causing him.
“You can’t do that,” she pleaded, knowing how much he’d hated this last year.
“You can’t stop me,” he shrugged, his eyes glued onto the road.
“But… we were going to move in together,” she attempted to point out, and she saw a little bit of his anger deflate.
“Some things don’t work out,” he replied.
“But some things do,” she reminded him, grabbing his hand. “Thank you.”
“You deserve better than me, but if I’m what you want, then I’m going to make sure you don’t have to sacrifice your dreams to get it,” he proclaimed, his fingers wrapping around hers on the shift stick.
“You’re what I want,” she agreed, and she was happy to see the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
“Glad to hear it,” he sighed with a nod, and she saw the last little bit of anger deflate out of his body. Now he just looked tired. The ‘Welcome to Stars Hollow’ sign flickered past them. Her eyes lingered on it for a few minutes before she turned back to him. Their eyes caught for a second before he had to look back to the road, and in that moment, she really, truly believed that everything was going to work out alright.
“We’re meeting your mom and Sookie at Luke’s. We need to discuss a few things,” he informed her gently as they turned onto Main Street.
“Okay,” she agreed, but her mouth was dry and her stomach felt like it had been run through a blender. She really didn’t want to have to face them right now.
“It had something to do with a book,” Rory reminded him, her blue eyes wide and innocent. He looked over to her and had to hold back a smirk. She bit her lip, loving the she had that affect on him.
“We’re late,” he pointed out as they arrived, but neither of them wanted to get out of the car. “Does she know?”
“Know what?” Rory asked, turning to look at him in the car.
He didn’t answer her, just looked at her with a raised an eyebrow. A soft blush rose on her cheeks and she had to turn away. Her eyes caught on the mansion’s door and a sigh escaped her lips.
“Come on,” she coaxed, getting out of his rust bucket of a car and starting towards the door.
“You didn’t answer me,” he scolded playfully, grabbing her hand and stopping her. As she turned around to object, he caught her behind her back and pulled her into a kiss. She felt her knees melt and she had to keep her arms wrapped around his neck to keep from collapsing.
“We’re late,” she objected halfheartedly between kisses. One of his hands slid down her leg and crawled up her skirt, carefully out of the view of the mansion, in case anyone was watching.
“Come on,” he said suddenly, breaking away from her and walking towards the house, a small smirk on his face.
“Jess,” she gasped, her legs still a massive amount of jelly. Suddenly she realized what he was doing. She closed her eyes, attempting to get her body under control, but all she could think about was getting back into his car and driving to a motel somewhere that they wouldn’t be disturbed. She pictured his lips running across her skin and her breath caught.
“Rory?” he inquired, placing a hand on the side of her face. She leaned into it, opening her eyes and gazing at him in longing. His eyes were drowning masses of chocolate. He wanted this as much as she did.
“Let’s go,” she moaned, pulling him against her and kissing him again. They stumbled as she pulled him back towards the car.
“We’re late,” he echoed her former complaint, but she brushed it off. He was teasing her, and it was working. Every word he said was running up and down her back, sending shivers through every part of her body.
“Ahem,” sounded from the door, just as they had made it back to the car. She was pinned against its side, his arms on either side of her and his face pressed into hers. Her hands were in his hair, absolutely destroying whatever style he’d worked for hours on, and she could imagine that she probably didn’t look much better.
“Hi, grandma,” Rory whimpered from behind him, gazing at the stern woman from over her boyfriend’s shoulder. Emily Gilmore did not look impressed.
“Buzzkill,” Jess muttered, but turned around to face their enemy for the evening. Rory observed as he attempted to catch his breath and she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander a little bit. Her face turning scarlet, she looked away from him and attempted to follow him without actually looking in his general direction.
“Rory Gilmore, what has gotten into you?” Emily spat, glaring at Jess menacingly.
Despite all her good attempts, she couldn’t help but look at Jess. He was attempting with all his might not to smirk again, and she suddenly felt the urge to as well. What had gotten into her? Well… wasn’t that the tale. A scoff from her grandmother snapped her out of her fantasy, bringing her back to reality with a jump.
“Uh…” she began, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.
“We got caught up in the moment,” Jess offered with a shrug. “Things have been tense.”
“Tense?” her grandmother repeated, glaring at him.
“Wrong word,” he grumbled, looking away. Rory couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d come to her rescue. He’d failed miserably, but he had tried.
“Is mom here?” Rory asked finally, attempting to change the subject.
“No, and you two are already late. It’s a wonder that you managed to get into the schools that you did with the way that your family is run,” Emily said, and Rory felt a stab of hurt at the words.
“You don’t know anything about the way her family is run,” Jess rumbled, stepping up the stairs so that he was on the same level as her grandmother.
“What do you know about anything?” she snapped back, and a staring contest broke out.
“Jess… it’s okay,” Rory attempted to calm him, stepping up the stairs as well and taking his hand. When he didn’t stop the staring contest, she kissed his knuckles lightly, and he blinked, turning to her. Their eyes caught and she smiled at him. He nodded at her and stepped past her grandmother, entering into the house without permission, pulling Rory with him.
“May I take your coats?” the maid asked the second they stepped in, with Emily quick on their heels.
“They won’t be staying long,” she chirped from behind them, even as Rory was removing her coat.
“Grandma?” Rory asked, not used to this cold shoulder that she was being given. Granted, she had just been caught making out with her boyfriend, about to ditch dinner, which was probably not the best impression to make, but she hadn’t expected her to be this bad.
“We’ll just wait for your mother to get here,” Emily replied cheerfully as she walked into the study.
“Is she okay?” Jess inquired as her grandmother left the room. Rory looked up at him for a moment and shrugged helplessly.
“I’ve never seen her like this,” she admitted, and they both inched into the study, where Emily was downing some alcoholic beverage like it was her life’s sustenance.
“Do we go in there?” he whispered, neither wanting to interrupt the woman’s drinking splurge. Just as she was about to reply, the door opened and slammed behind them. Rory jumped out of her skin and turned around to face her mother, who was staring at them both in amusement.
“It’s just me,” she said with a large grin. Jess rolled his eyes and Rory wrapped her arms around her waist. “What’s going on?” Rory was hesitant to tell her what had just happened, not wanting disapproval from both her grandmother and her mother.
“Grandma caught us…” she started, but couldn’t figure out the words to go after that.
“She caught you…?” Lorelai prodded, glaring at Jess.
“She caught us making out, and now she’s drinking like a fish,” Rory blurted out, grabbing Jess’s hand and looking around her shoulder at Emily, who was now on her third glass of whatever liquid she’d been downing all night.
“Oh boy, that’s not good,” Lorelai muttered and walked into the study with a large smile on her face. Jess and Rory followed slower, neither really looking forward to being there. “Hi mom!”
“Lorelai, there you are!” Emily hissed, and Rory flinched. Jess pulled her to him, protecting her from whatever lashing they were about to get. “How can you let this go on!?”
“What?” Lorelai deadpanned, looking around as though it wasn’t obvious.
“That! Him, it’s… disgusting! I can’t believe that she’s even considering taking him to Chilton! He’s a shame on the Gilmore name!” Emily ranted, and Rory felt Jess tighten beside her.
“Chilton?” he asked against the back of neck. Even in their situation, she shivered.
“I’ll tell you after?” she pleaded, noticing his angry eyes. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Well… I’m sure that he’d be happy to ‘not’ go if you didn’t want him there,” Lorelai begged off with a shrug.
“And let Rory go to her rightful prom alone? I wouldn’t hear of it,” Emily shrieked, causing all three of them to flinch.
“Stars Hollow’s prom is my rightful prom,” Rory grumbled, which gained her the stares of everyone in the room. “What? I’ve never wanted to go to Chilton’s prom, ever. The only reason I went to Chilton in the first place was to get into Harvard, and now I’m not going to Harvard, I’m going to Yale, so I can be closer to Jess. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, though, because I’m moving in with him next year.”
Emily paled, and Rory cringed at her own words. “You’ve had sex with him, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice sounding small and bitter.
“Yes,” Rory stated proudly, glad to have Jess’s arms around her.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Lorelai burst in.
“You’re going to turn out just like her…” Emily spat, staring at Lorelai in contempt.
“Come on, Rory… we’re leaving,” Lorelai told her, putting a hand on her shoulder and steering her out of the house.
“Don’t you dare leave this house!” Emily shouted, following them with, yet another, drink in her hand. “If you leave, so help me, don’t come back.”
Rory paused, thinking of what that could potentially mean for her future. She bit her lip, biting back tears, and walked to the door. Her hands grasped the handle and she pulled it open.
“Rory…” Lorelai objected quietly. She looked up at the three other people in the room. Lorelai looking worried, sad and helpless, Jess looking angry and confused and her grandmother looking superior and controlling.
“I wanted to like you… I wanted to make you happy,” Rory whispered, but her voice still carried. “I guess it wasn’t enough.” She turned and walked out the door. Jess followed after her without another thought, but her mother hovered behind them.
The second that the night air was in her lungs, she started sobbing. Jess held her to her, not understanding what was going on. His hands ran through her hair comfortingly, teasing out knots and creating new ones. She collapsed against him as sobs wracked her body. In one moment, in one stupid moment, she’d lost everything. Yale wouldn’t offer her financial aid, and now her only form of money had been cut off. She wasn’t going to Yale, she wasn’t going to Harvard, and she wasn’t even going to Princeton.
Blackness surrounded here, she felt so tired. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in Jess’s car again, and that they were already on their way back to Stars Hollow. Blinking her eyes, she looked up at him. His shirt was still stained with her tears and mascara and his eyes were cold and hard.
“Jess?” she asked, wanting to know what had happened.
“Hey,” he said, attempting to keep his tone light, but it was obvious that he was tense.
“What happened?” she asked, shuffling in the seat in an attempt to get comfortable.
“Let’s just say that Lorelai and I finally have something in common. A hatred of your grandparents,” he replied with a shrug, but she could see every line of his body was tighter than a spring.
“What happened?” she repeated, feeling exhausted and terrified that her dreams had been destroyed.
“You were crying so hard you fell asleep, Lorelai came out of the house and told me that your grandmother is revoking their agreement of dinners for Yale money,” he explained, and her heart clenched painfully. “Your mother’s going to sell the inn.”
“She can’t do that,” Rory said resolutely.
“She’s on her way to Sookie’s right now,” he shrugged, but it was obvious that he wasn’t happy in the situation.
“Let’s get there first,” she demanded, and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m not doing that,” he stated after a few seconds of silence.
“Why not?” she bit out.
“Because this is your dream. You already screwed over one dream for me, I’m not going to allow you to fuck up another one,” he explained bitterly.
“What do you mean?” she blinked, already knowing but feeling her heart dropping again.
“I’ll buy your dress, but we’re going to have to cut out the limo unless Lane can chip in. I don’t have the money for it. I have a few thousand saved away, it’s not much, but it’s yours… for Yale,” he went on.
“No, Jess, you have to go to college,” she objected, but was silenced with a look.
“No, Rory. You have to go to college. You, not me. I’m going to reenroll at the high school,” he said, and it was obvious what pain this was causing him.
“You can’t do that,” she pleaded, knowing how much he’d hated this last year.
“You can’t stop me,” he shrugged, his eyes glued onto the road.
“But… we were going to move in together,” she attempted to point out, and she saw a little bit of his anger deflate.
“Some things don’t work out,” he replied.
“But some things do,” she reminded him, grabbing his hand. “Thank you.”
“You deserve better than me, but if I’m what you want, then I’m going to make sure you don’t have to sacrifice your dreams to get it,” he proclaimed, his fingers wrapping around hers on the shift stick.
“You’re what I want,” she agreed, and she was happy to see the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
“Glad to hear it,” he sighed with a nod, and she saw the last little bit of anger deflate out of his body. Now he just looked tired. The ‘Welcome to Stars Hollow’ sign flickered past them. Her eyes lingered on it for a few minutes before she turned back to him. Their eyes caught for a second before he had to look back to the road, and in that moment, she really, truly believed that everything was going to work out alright.
“We’re meeting your mom and Sookie at Luke’s. We need to discuss a few things,” he informed her gently as they turned onto Main Street.
“Okay,” she agreed, but her mouth was dry and her stomach felt like it had been run through a blender. She really didn’t want to have to face them right now.
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