Title: First impressions

Author: naisha9408

Summery: Rory runs into Logan, Finn and Colin, but doesn't get the best first impression of the three stooges, while they, especially Colin, is mesmerised with her.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, unfortunately.

Note: Rory didn't sleep with Dean and is still a virgin. She goes by the name Rory Gilmore-Hayden, since her Hayden grandparents made amends and now have regular contact with her.

Chapter 1: Rich assholes

"God, I'm bored out of my mind."

Finn turned to him, while Logan was busy with his blonde date, which by now were giggling at something Logan whispered in her ear.

"Well, if you're so bored, then what do you want to do mate?" He asked.

"I don't know," Colin said, "let's get out of here, nothing interesting is going to happen."

Colin and Finn got up and got their jackets on. Logan looked up with a confused expression on his face.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"We're getting out of here, maybe grab some coffee before we head back to the dorm and unpack all of our shit for the third time." Colin said.

"Okay, just hold up." Logan said while he motioned for his date to get up and go with the guys.

As they went on their way to the coffee cart outside of their dorm building, Colin got a look at who where currently buying coffee.

"God, look at that, the overconfident bartender. God I hate him."

"What mate? He's a bartender. Why do you hate him?" Finn asked.

"He's just acting all superior, while he's serving drinks at the parties. He thinks he's better than us, while he has to work!" Colin exclaimed.

"Well, then let's have some fun with him." Logan said with a smirk.

"Mates really," Finn warned, "he's just don't do anything too stupid."

"So how was your summer?" The bartender asked. The brunette next to him sighed and took a sip of her coffe.

"Well, we so should have started with me." She said.

At that moment Colin walked up to the pair and rammed his shoulder into the bartender's.

"Oh, sorry." The bartender said, while walking and talking with the girl.

Colin turned, "No seriously, you couldn't see me there?" He said, causing Finn to grin widely and head back to Colin and swing an arm around his shoulders. Logan just stayed back with his date, watching the scene play out in front of him.

"Not everyone is staring at you Colin," Finn said, while he widened his eyes and looked directly at Colin, only to contradict his earlier statement.

Well, I might as well partake in this little scheme, Logan thought.

"Hey. I know you," Logan said while pointing at the bartender. "Wait-wait, don't tell me. I see some type of uniform."

"Maytag repairman!" Finn exclaimed. Logan watched while his friends' smirks grew.

"I-I've bartended for you… For some of your parties."

The three friends smirked at the guy, who was completely oblivious to the baiting he was doing.

"That's right, you have. You're a talented man," Logan said and turned to the girl. "He makes a kick-ass margarita." He said, while the girl looked less than impressed at Logan and his friends with an annoyed look. Apparently she got a hang on what was going on.

"Thanks," the bartender said with a nervous chuckle.

"It's good to see you. What's your name again?"

"Uhm, Marty," he said before gesturing to the girl next to him. "This is Rory."

Colin looked at her. He could clearly tell that she was having a hard time keeping her mouth closed and not throw some rude and scathing comment after the three. She clearly knew what was going on between him and his friends and the obnoxious bartender.

"Hi," Logan greeted her shortly, before he turned back to Marty. "So, I'm assuming your services are still for hire this year? Your financial situation hasn't changed?"

"Nope."

Colin and Finn smirked widely. He was finally getting the idea of them mocking him.

"Good – okay, I'll give you a call. Where are you living now?" Logan asked.

"Branford."

"Okay, excellent… Branford. Well, good running into you," Logan said and turned, throwing an arm over his date's shoulders and walked away. Finn took a last look at Marty before he slowly turned around to walk away, waiting for Colin to come along. Colin was about to turn to Finn, but couldn't resist getting in one last comment.

"Excellent shirt," Colin remarked sarcastically, and then turned to the girl, who by now was sending him a death glare. "I can see what you see in him."

"Don't be an ass, Colin!" Logan shouted at the last comment.

"Me? I've never!" He replied while walking back to them, "I'm a friend to all people, even large and very, very small." He finally turned and came towards his friends, while Finn swung an arm around his shoulders.

"Because that wasn't at all ass like mate," Finn said as they walked towards their dorm.

"He just bugs me. Thinking he's better than everyone else," Colin shrugged.

"Well, apparently the sheila wasn't really impressed by it. I would rather say she was bugged by you," Finn said.

"That she was. It was great," Colin said with a hint of pride in his voice and a grin on his face.

Rory and Marty made their way towards her dorm, only to be greeted with a smoky and smelly common room and a Paris sitting in the corner sucking on a pipe.

"Well, I should get going," Marty, said.

" Yeah, that may be best. I have to handle this and make sure Paris isn't going full on insane." Rory replied with a small smile.

Marty hugged her goodbye and walked out of the dorm.

"Paris, what are you doing?" Rory asked her roommate.

"I'm just trying to remember Asher and his smell. What better way to do that, then smoke his pipe?" Paris said.

"Paris, I'm sorry about Asher. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" Rory asked, trying to be supportive of her friend.

Paris glanced up at her, "No, nothing right now. I just want to remember him and all the good times with him, before everything got screwed up by his gold-digging children and grandchildren." She finally said. Rory looked with pity on her friend.

"Well, okay. Just, let me know if there is anything I can do for you, okay Paris?" Rory said. She really wanted to be there for Paris, even though she was not supportive of the rather odd relationship she had with a man, old enough to be her grandfather.

Rory went to her room to finish unpacking her stuff. As she came about her Chilton uniform, which her mother must have packed as a joke, she thought back to the incident at the coffee cart and frowned. Should she have said something? Lorelai would definitely have spoken her mind and let the three boys know that it wasn't acceptable to talk like that to other people. Right there she made up her mind, and decided that, the next time she saw any of them, she would address the issue and make them see their faults.

As Rory made her way into the dorm the next day, after finishing her first classes of the semester, she saw Paris up and about, walking around in the common room, with a stack of books in her arms.

"Paris, what's going on?" Rory asked confused at the sight in front of her.

"Well Gilmore, what does it look like? I'm holding a wake for Asher." Paris said, as though it should have been obvious.

"Uhh, okay. Do you need any help with anything?" She asked, hoping the answer would be no. She really wanted to get started on her reading for the upcoming semester.

"Oh, if you could just put up some of these posters around campus that would be great. Do we have any candles?" Paris asked.

"I think there is some in my trunk. Here's the keys, just don't bring the scented ones." Rory said as she grabbed the stack of posters and made her way out of the dorm with Paris.

After walking around campus for a good half hour, Rory walked back to her dorm, just hanging a few more posters around her building.

Colin groaned in frustration over Finn and the fact that they just left another dorm building, in the chase of Finns supposed soul mate.

"Hey man, what's with the frustration?" Logan asked.

"You do realize this is the seventh dorm hall we're walking into right now, and he still hasn't found his redhead," Colin stated at and amused Logan.

"Yeah, I know and I'm beginning to think we might not find her," Logan said, while the three walked into the Branford building.

"Well, if you realize this, then why the hell are you wearing that amused face?" Colin said, slightly annoyed at his two friends.

"Colin, have you learned nothing about Finn in the last 12 years? It's always entertaining watching Finn, you should know that by know."

"Yeah yeah. It's just getting frustrating." Colin said looking down in the ground.

"Okay Finn, last building," Logan said.

Finn looked eagerly around, hoping that the hall would somehow be familiar, " Ahhhh… Uhhh…"

"Apparently it doesn't look familiar," Logan said with an eye roll.

"No, hold on. Hold. On," Finn said turning a corner. Colin and Logan followed, hoping to god that it was the right building.

"Yes. Here. This is were she lives!" Finn said excited.

Colin smiled with relief and followed Finn to a dorm room, with Logan tailing behind them. He heard the faint voice of a girl.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

"No thanks," Logan dismissed the girl, following Finn and Colin, to a dorm and gathered around a white board on the door.

"Don't put your number, don't put your number," Logan told him.

"I'm not putting my number. I'm putting your number," he said, gesturing to Logan, as he grabbed the marker, about to write one the white board.

"That's my room," they heard a girl say. They turned towards the voice and saw a small and slim brunette standing behind them holding posters and tape in her arms. Colin looked intensely at the girl, feeling like he had seen her before.

"Okay," Logan said while looking her up and down, "Put my number."

"Are you sure this is your room?" Finn asked. Both Logan and Colin looked at him in amusement.

"I'm sure," the girl said.

"But I could have sworn this was her room," Finn said, clearly distraught over he had gotten the wrong room, yet again.

"Well, what's her name? Maybe I know her."

"Uh.." Colin smirked at his friend while he racked his brain for her name. "It was short," he said using his fingers to signalling the length of the name.

"I can understand your disappointment, losing a potential soul mate like that, but that's my room."

Logan took action before the situation got out of hand. "I'm sorry about the mix up. My friend here just needs to learn that Guinness and blondes don't mix."

"Redheads," Finn correct. Logan turned around and glared at him. Then turned back to the girl.

"We sincerely apologize, and will now leave you to finish putting up your posters of…" He said while looking at the posters in the girls hands.

"Come on, we got to move on in the pursuit," Finn said.

Colin sighed and looked one last time at the girl before he followed Finn up the stairs. He looked around the hall while Finn frantically looked at all the doors, in hope of hump starting his memory. Then Colin realized where he remembered the girl from.

"Finn."

"Yeah mate," he said distracted by all the doors.

"That's the girl from the coffee cart." Colin stated.

"What?" Finn asked, turning to Colin.

"The girl. The one from yesterday, with the bartender. She was annoyed by us." Colin said, happy that he remembered the girl.

Finn frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yesterday? Bartender?"

"You know, the little gimmick we played yesterday. The overly annoying and confident bartender."

"I know, but I don't remember the girl. You sure she's the one mate?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. She looked like she was about to explode." Colin grinned at the memory.

"Really? Are you sure there was a girl?"

"As sure as you are that this redhead is your soul mate."

Finn smirked. "Well, okay then, we should start knocking at some doors." Colin sighed and followed Finn as he began knocking on every door. As one of the doors opened, a redheaded girl came in view.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She growled at Finn.

"It's you!" Finn exclaimed moving to hug her. The girl quickly took a step back, and swung her arm to place a slap on Finns cheek. "I don't want to see you again, you bastard!" She yelled and slammed the door in their faces.

"Well," Colin said looking amused. "Maybe it didn't go down as you remembered it."

"Oh, shut up." Finn said with a frown on his face. They turned to go downstairs to Logan, when they heard the argument between Logan and the girl.

"You talked to him like he was dirt and that's why I'm looking at you like this."

"Who? Your friend Marty?" Logan said. "I'm sorry, what did I say that was so bad? I said hello and I think I said he made a kick-ass margarita."

Colin and Finn stopped in their tracks, looking at the scene in front of them with amusement. It wasn't everyday that a girl talked like that to Logan, or to any of them.

"It's not what you said, it's how you said it."

"How'd I say it?" Logan asked.

They watched her think for a second before answering. "Like Judi Dench."

"Ouch," he said looking quite amused by the whole situation. Finn and Colin held in their laughter.

"Just because somebody doesn't have money or a fancy family, doesn't mean they're inferior to you," the girl said.

"I agree."

"And just because somebody is a bartender at a part for you and your friends, doesn't mean that you can talk to them like a servant." She turned around, about to leave when Logan began to talk again.

"Well…"

She turned around and walked up to him in disbelieve. "What?!"

Again, Colin and Finn had to stifle their laughter, as Logan continued his argument with the girl.

"I hired him. I paid him. He served. That's what a servant does."

She looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"For the sake of an argument," he said.

"He was doing a job," she said, getting frustrated.

"A job he took willingly," Logan pointed out and underlined the word willingly.

Colin and Finn sensed the end was near of the argument and continued their way down the stairs and stood behind Logan.

"Some people have to work, unlike you three," she said pointing her finger at the three of them.

"And I bet if you ask him, he'll tell you he made excellent tips that night, 'cause my friends tend to enjoy their refills."

"That we most certainly do," Colin quipped.

She looked at them with a look that told them to shut up. "That's not the point."

"To a bartender, tips are very much the point." Logan said.

"Just because you pay somebody, it doesn't mean that you can speak to them as if they're beneath you."

"Actually, the fact that this is a free country means I can speak to anyone in any manner, which I choose. However, the rules of a civilized society may frown upon a certain obvious show of snobbery, so if that's your argument..." Logan said trailing off.

"I don't have an argument," she said quickly trying to finish the conversation with Logan.

"I can give you a moment to formulate one if you want to continue."

"I'm busy!" She said looking down at the flyers in her hand with a sigh of frustration.

"You concede."

"I don't like it when people hurt my friends," she said in a calm voice, looking at them. "And you react when goaded."

"I am not goaded. I am so far from goaded. Get out your compass and I will show you how far from goaded I am."

"I think we've got a serious debater in our midst, boys," Logan said to Colin and Finn, who snickered.

The girl sighed and looked even more agitated than before. "Look, just because you have more money or a fancier name than Marty, doesn't give you the right to do what ever you want to him," she said looking at Colin.

"Hey. He ran into me," Colin stated looking the directly in the eye. They were big and so blue. He felt like he could get lost in those eyes.

"No, he didn't. You ran into Marty and proceeded to insult him and make him feel like he was inferior to you, just because he works." She said glaring at Colin.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it was him that ran into me. Hurt my shoulder in the process too."

The door to her room opened, to reveal a blonde girl wearing all black with a pipe in the corner of her mouth.

"What's going on out here? I heard yelling." The blonde said.

"Nothing Paris," the brunette said with agitation in her voice. "Just, go back in and prepare for tonight."

"Well okay, but only because you've got the face on, and I don't like that face. It's not a face I have fond memories of." The blonde, Paris, said.

Logan looked confused at Paris, "What's with the face she's making?"

"That is the face where she is about to blow up and tell you her opinion about you and beat you down verbally, which is not a great experience. Trust me." She answered.

"Paris, just go inside, I will be in, in a short while." The brunette said, but Paris just kept standing in the hall with an amused face, clearly awaiting the blow up and beat down.

"Look," Colin quickly jumped in, trying to defuse the situation. "We apologize for our behavior towards the bartender, it wasn't right to treat him like that."

The girl looked amused at Colin. "Ha, if I was stupid, I would actually have thought that was a sincere apology. You're an asshole." She said.

"What?" Colin asked.

"I would like to believe that you didn't hear me clearly and isn't just plain stupid, since we after all attend Yale, where you actually have to be able to comprehend such a clear sentence, but then again, you three could just as well have bought your way into this school with daddy's money. I would like to stay out here and tell you what I truly think about you, but I simply don't have the time, nor do I want to take the time." She said, moving away from them with Paris towards their dorm.

"I just want to leave with some parting words of wisdom. Get your heads out of your asses and learn to behave acceptable towards other human beings, no matter if they have money or not. You can't keep being assholes out in the real world if you want to get somewhere, no matter who your family is, because people will loathe you, because you think you're above others and money cant make everything better, so have learn some manners and get the silver spoon that's been permanently inserted in your asses out, and start acting your age. Good luck in your further life." She said and slammed the door right in their stunned faces.

Logan, Finn and Colin stood outside the dorm for a minute or two, gathering their thoughts, when they heard a high laughter coming from inside the dorm.

"Well, that was… I have no words…" Finn said. "I think I found the girl I want to marry."

"Yeah, she certainly has some fire," Logan said looking amused. "Colin, you okay?"

"Wha.. Yeah, just, I didn't expect that from someone looking so innocent. She's certainly something." Colin said looking longingly at the closed door.

Finn and Logan watched their friend with amused faces. "Well, looks like she has your attention mate," Finn said to Colin as they turned and walked out of the Branford building.