A/N I have no excuse. Writer's block is a real thing. Life Happens.
"Kit. Kit" She heard at the same time as thumping, as someone came bouncing up the stairs. The dark-haired girl jumped off her bed.
"Merde." Shit She spat out as the navy nail polish fell to the floor, she grabbed it quickly ruining her freshly painted nails and failing to stop her fleecy mustard blanket from being covered in small blue splotches. The door swag open, hitting the wall only to be pushed back by her larger winter coat. Rory stumbled pushing it once again before she came into full view, her navy coat still buttoned up, her hair a little windswept.
"What wrong?" she asked looking her sister up and down checking for injuries pointlessly as her coat hiding all her skin.
"I got kissed!" Rory announced before she noticed the box in her hand. "And I shoplifted." Blinking twice, the smile on Kit's face was immediate.
"Wait. What. By…" she started before gesturing a giant, waving her hands spartanly above her head ".. Just... Just Now?"
Rory nodded.
"Are you okay?" she asked pushing her sister down on the bed by her shoulders
"Have you taken a breath"
"Hmm huh."
"Good... Good." She said biting her lip trying to spot herself from giggling while trying to slow down her sister's brain from the inevitable explosion before she had all the details.
"Tell me everything!" Kit squealed as she bounced on the blue patchwork quilt unable to control her facial muscles.
"It happened so fast. I was just standing there-" Rory began.
"At Doose's?"
"On aisle three."
"He kissed you at the market?" she asked crossed-legged on the bed, as she leaned closer to her sister as if they were still whispering in the dark about things they shouldn't.
"Yes."
"Aisle three"
"That's a good aisle." Kit spoke as she pondered what Rory had said.
Rory chuckled, pulling off her coat, and heavy backpack, letting then fall on Kit's carpet with a dull thud all while she held on to the box of cornstarch.
"What defines a good aisle." She asked sitting crossed legged in front of her sister.
"Any aisle you get kissed in by a cute boy in a leather jacket. Obviously." Kit told her pushing the sleeves of her white shirt above her elbows.
"Oh my God."
"Here. We. Go." She smiled.
"I can't breathe."
"Okay... Come on." Kit said pulling her sister down so her head was now resting on her lap.
"Oh my god. He kissed me!" Rory all but yelled, trying to pull her self up only to find herself unable to.
"Was it good?" Kit prodded as she ran her fingers through her twin's hair, trying to calm her down a little.
"Do you like him?"
"Is this a thing? What kind of a thing?" She asked looking down at Rory, who grimaced with every question.
"Kit" Rory whined.
"Okay, okay.." She retreated petting Rory's head.
"How about this, you tell me all about kissing leather jacket boy."
"Dean."
"Deeeaan.," she said testing his name in her mouth.
"..And I'll tell you about the streamy kiss I got on our birthday."
"At grandma's," Rory asked, sitting from her sister's lap almost hitting her in the face.
"Uh Huh." Kit mumbled, biting her hand.
"Was it the cellist? he was like 30 Kit." Rory scolded.
"It wasn't the cellist." She replied shaking her head.
"As if." She said doing her best impersonation of Cher.
"Who was it."
"Ah ah ah…" she smirked wagging her finger in front of her sister "You first."
"So... " She started as she repositioned herself on the bed.
"I go into the store and he offers me a soda." Rory's eyes becoming lighter, her smiling never fading as she recalls the kiss she'd just received.
"And then he puts two behind his back and he asks me to pick one.."
"…and then he kissed me."
"Did you kiss him back?" Kit replied before Rory had finished talking.
"I think so."
"You think so?" Kit groaned, flopping down on the bed.
"I'm not sure." She flopped down next to her younger sister.
"What happened then." Sitting up, pulling her Happy Sunshine cushion with her.
"I said thank you."
"Of course you did" Kit chuckled "You're so polite."
"Okay. Your turn." She said snatching the pillow from her, Kit groaned, flopping back down as dramatically as she could.
"I kissed Hazel, brother." She said quickly.
"Hazel" Rory spat out. "…Your friend, the Violinist."
"Yep."
"Wow"
"It was Wow. It was like Boom Kiss Wow." She swooned.
"Why."
"I don't know…" she whispered. "I just did. I wanted to… I can't explain it." She dismissed.
"Interesting." Rory mused as she laid her head down on Kit's pillow.
"You had your first kiss." Kit said turning to her.
"Yeah."
"It'll just get better."
Starring wordlessly as she watched her sisters logical, list-making brain process the information. Kit could practically hear the thoughts organise themselves into the various colour coded filing cabinets, chuckling when she finally said with dreamy eyes
"It was perfect."
"I have to tell mom." Rory finally said, breaking the silence as the October afternoon sun shined through up the wall displaying the HG Wells Time Machine poster Rory brought her for her birthday last week, and on to the cream carpet.
"Can you bring me a soda." Kit said as she realised she should probably start her homework, or at least practice her new Cello piece instead of almost falling asleep in her school uniform.
"I can't," Rory whispered, chucking her coat almost hitting her sister in the process before it fell to the floor.
"Sure you can. Just open the fridge" She joked.
"Mom doesn't know about Dean," Rory told her to bring the conversation back to the topic at hand.
"So tell her."
"The last time the subject of boys came up it got very ugly."
Kit sighed.
"Right because you were willing to throw away your future for a boy. One you didn't even know at the time."
"Alright, I was dumb. I admit." She smiled.
"She doesn't need to know it was him." Kit added trying to measure her.
"She'll know."
"Yeah, she would." Kit scooted down her bed and all but fell off the end. Finding the Blade Runner soundtrack, She dropped the needle on the record player, the music blaring out before she readjusted the volume.
"Just tell her, she is excited for you. She was excited for me."
"She teased you. Why don't you tell her about your Hazel's brother birthday kiss." Rory argued back, her eyebrows raising in that way that told Kit she'd done something bad.
"I can't tell her. I practically kissed a stranger." She said as if it was obvious. Surely her sister should know something like that.
"No, I did kiss a stranger."
"Please tell me you know his name," Rory said.
"Yes, Rory. I know his name. It's Colin." She replied her eyes rolling.
"What about Emmett?"
"What about Emmett?"
"I thought you liked him."
"I never said that." Kit answered quickly, gathering her French homework from her messenger bag. Pulling out books and loose pieces of paper, along with her battered copy of Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy she needed to read at school to keep her from exploding at her idiotic classmates.
"You didn't have to." She mumbled.
"I don't… I don't... I barely know him."
"True. But you do like kissing strangers."
"Ferme ta bouche" Shut up.
It was an hour or so later when Kit and Rory decided to stop trying to navigate their french vocab. Rory more than Kit who was helping her sister immensely in her own opinion. Rory deciding they should move on to English after her sister teased her one to many time in a foreign language as a way to 'teach' her. Leaving the mess of books she'd return to later, the twins bounced down the stairs, only to hear their mother getting more and more frustrated on the phone.
"Rusty, great. Listen, my fridge is making this weird sound. It's like a high-pitched - you know what - actually, is Jerry still there?"
"OK, here is the deal. You will send som.."
"So. Are they coming tomorrow" Kit asked?
"Nope." Her mother replied as she took a deep breath. " Monday, between three and eight. I am completely useless."
"Sorry" Kit said as Rory rejoined the conversation, her English book replacing the box of cornstarch she'd been unusually attached to since this afternoon.
"Oh my god!"
"Look at this place. It a sty!" Lorelai said pointing around at the messy kitchen. "Now I'm crabby, 'I'm crabby and useless."
"Stupid fridge! Stupid fridge guys. Uhh! I hate my life."
Exchanging a look with her sister told her this was definably not the time to bring up anything related to boys or kissing. No this was the time to band together and clean their house. Kit ran up the stairs to turn off her record player while Rory turned on the radio downstairs. Avril Lavigne blasting through the kitchen as the three Gilmore danced their way to cleaner space.
"Okay, just one more time," Lane asked. The three teenagers were dressed as Pilgrims in the centre of town working at the canned goods drive. Once Rory had told Lane about her kiss, their small Asian friend was just as ecstatic as Kit had been.
"I've been telling you this story for an hour. It doesn't get dirty." Rory told her laughing off her embarrassment "Kit's story is way dirtier."
"It is not.." Kit said, handing a customer a receipt for their donation. "Thank you" she smiled.
The two teens looked her way with a look of disbelief.
"I can't help it. I'm obsessed and while Kit grabbing the lapels of a stranger and kissing them in a large mansion…"
"Kit did not do that. Stop trying to turn my life into some cheesy drugstore paperback" She told them.
"I know Dean."
"You do." Kit asked.
"Well, not well but I know what he looks like, I'm totally living vicariously through you."
"Why? You got kissed last weekend. Remember? You told me. That guy your parents set you up with. The one with the Lincoln Continental." Rory told her.
"Okay let's do little compare and contrast here. You get kissed on the mouth by a cute, sexy guy you really like."
"And I get kissed on the forehead by a theology major in a member-only who truly believes that rock music leads to hard drugs," Lane added.
"All while Kit is running around instigating steamy kisses in backrooms with hot seniors strangers."
"Fair enough." Rory shrugged, while Kit rolled her eyes.
"Okay how much do you know about leather jacket boy anyways?" she asked her sister.
"Well, let's see. Dean. Is from Chicago, which you know." Lane answered.
"I do."
"He likes Nick Drake and Liz Phair and the Sugarplastic and he's deathly allergic to walnuts."
"Walnuts — bad got it" Rory pondered.
"Now, he had a girlfriend in Chicago."
"A girlfriend?" she choked.
"Her name's Beth and they went out for about a year but they split amicably before he left and now she's dating his cousin. Which he doesn't feel too weird about because he doesn't think they were really in love."
"Beth"
"Rory. People have a past that is a thing. Don't freak out. I wouldn't worry about it." Kit tried to reassure her sister.
"How'd you get all this information."
"Through his best friend, who, by the way, is really cool. So once you get settled with Dean, Do you think you could ask him about Todd?"
"Todd Forman - is not cool." Kit mumbled, remembering the freshman winter formal she went to last year with Thomas and how Todd tried and failed to spike the punch.
"So is this a thing, are you going to be boyfriend/girlfriend." She asked Rory shrugged. Than blushed. Kit chuckled.
"Now, Todd also said that Dean hasn't been able to talk about anything but you for weeks!" Kissing her best friend on the forehead Rory bounced up ecstatic.
"Stop it, you're giving me Patrick Cho flashbacks."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Rory called out as she speaks in front of Kit, the two of them were late to meet their mother at Luke, mainly due to Lane's insistence in rehearing their tales of kissing but also the actual reasons why the twins were currently dressed up as if they were in 4th grade thanksgiving play.
"Oh, hey. Save your apologies for the Indians, missy." Their mother ribbed sitting at the counter.
"People are really in a giving mood today. The horn of plenty is packed." Rory sat as she sat down, Kit taking the seat the other side.
"That's great. Do you want some coffee?" she asked.
"No can I get a coke. Please, Luke. Thank you." Kit said all in one breath.
"We have to get right back," Rory told her, leaning over their mother to face Kit, her eyebrows telling Kit she wouldn't weasel her way out of this, who just rolled her eyes in response.
"Oh, really? I thought we were all having lunch today."
"We can't. We're one Pilgrim short. I only have a couple of minutes." Rory told her as Kit tried to hide the yawn approaching, slightly regretting the decisions to not have coffee.
"Oh. You've been really busy lately." Lorelai told them. Kit shrugged her mouth full of coke.
"Yeah. I guess it's that pre-end-of-the-year rush" Rory answered.
"I mean, we haven't even really talked in a couple of days."
"What do you want to talk about?" Kit asked.
"I don't know. Anything."
"OK. Did you read that article in the newspaper about the polar ice caps melting?" Rory started.
"Yeah, yeah. Ooh, big deal."
"I finally feel like I've caught up at school, only took most of the semester." Kit said as her mother eyed her knowingly. The tall teen hides her smirk behind the straw in her mouth, her gaze falling to Rory. Letting out the breath she was holding before she said.
"Fine. You pick the subject."
"Oh, Ok, great." She started. The twins exchanged a look.
"I was watching General Hospital the other day." This caused both girls to raise their eyebrows, their mother didn't seem to notice however as she continued.
"You know, they have a new Lucky 'cause the old Lucky went to play something where he could have a real name." Nodding along, Kit was more than curious to see where their mother was going with this.
"So the old Lucky had this girlfriend, Liz, who thought that he died in a fire. So then they bring on this new Lucky and you're all like "OK, I know that's not the old Lucky because the new Lucky has way more hair gel issues" but still, Liz was so upset about his supposed death that you could not wait to see them kiss, you know?"
"What!" Kit asked, unable to contain her laughter any longer.
"When do you have time to watch General Hospital?" Rory asked.
"OK, let's get back to the point."
"Which is. What. Exactly…" Kit asked.
"What do you think about the whole Liz/Lucky kissing thing?" she asked the girls.
"Is the new Lucky cuter than the old Lucky, the old Lucky was pretty cute." Kit answered as she slurped the last of her coke, a small piece of ice shooting its way to the back of her throat, the rest of the ice dancing around the bottle of the glass.
"Hmm. Rory —" she asked turning to her eldest daughter.
"Look, can we finish this very meaningful conversation later? I promised Lane I'd get right back."
"OK, I'll see you later."
"OK. Bye."
"Bye."
"I erm. Have to go. Too." Kit said jumping out of her seat and after her sister.
"Kit" She heard her mother say, turning on her heels she avoided her mother's eyes.
"Nothing. I gotta go." She yelled from the door of the diner.
Kit hadn't said anything to her mother, well she had said things, she rambled on about eighteenth-century French poetry and even asked her to tell her again about the 'Lucky' General Hospital situation but her mother just gave her a look that said she wasn't buying it and Kit quickly shut up before she said something she wasn't supposed too. It made a very awkward dinner.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Rory called out as she entered through the front door.
"Oh thank god." Kit breathed out.
"Oh, hey, no big deal. We left you some Chinese in the fridge." Lorelai told her.
"OK."
Lorelai got up from the kitchen table, following Rory to the fridge, Kit tried not to snigger as her mother got as close as possible and loudly whispered
"So… Kissed any good boys lately."
"Not really sure he's a good boy." Kit commented, not really focused on the French translation homework in front of her.
"It wasn't me." She added as she saw the look her twin gave her. One of betrayal.
"I swear, I wouldn't do that." She assured her sister, her mother, however, gave her a look she didn't care for either.
"I mean I didn't know anything." She flustered. "I mean.. this isn't about me, let's get back to the topic at hand. It was Mrs Kim, what a gossip… Shocking I know." She smirked.
"Of course," Rory mumbled.
"So, he's cute." Their mother asked.
"Yeah, he is," Rory answered.
"Can he spell?"
"Does that matter" Kit mumbled.
"He can spell and read. How long have you known?" Rory answered choosing to ignore her sister.
"Since this morning. You didn't think you were gonna be able to keep it a secret, did you? You were making out in the market."
"We weren't making out. It was just one kiss."
"Yeah, well by the time that gets to Miss Patty's it's a scene from 9 1/2 Weeks."
"You've known all this time? At Luke's? Here?"
"Yeah."
"You could have said something."
"Now, funny, I was going to say the same thing to you."
"So…" Rory asked.
"So…"
"What now?"
"Now? Nothing?" Her mother struggled. Rory caught her sister's eye behind her mother, Kit just struggled. This was uncharted territory when Kit had her first kiss at first she didn't tell her mother now afraid of how she would react like Rory was but because she didn't know how she felt about it. About Thomas and his soft and familiar lips. She didn't even tell Rory until 3 days later. What happened when her mother found out wasn't so much a lecture as another awkward bird and the bees talk she didn't want or need.
"No? No lecture about kissing a boy?"
"Why? Did you do it wrong?"
"No...I don't think."
"You don't think so, I'm sure it was great." Kit commented.
"I didn't love the way I found out, but you're getting older. It happened with Kit" she said pointed over her shoulder.
"These things are bound to happen occasionally. Actually, I think it's great."
"No, you don't." Kit corrected.
"Yes, I do. I'm thrilled." Her mother said turning to face her the lips holding a tight line.
"Thrilled?"
"Yeah."
"You're completely weirded out by this aren't you?"
"No. You're crazy. I'm perfectly fine with it."
"What a completely normal reaction." Kit smirked.
"You don't seem fine. You seem the complete opposite of fine."
"You do seem a little…" Kit smiled gesturing her hands
"Well, you're projecting that on me because you don't want to think that I'm fine when I am, as I have said, fine."
"OK."
"Cool"
"Never been finer."
"Great well I guess we're all fine about Rory kissing boys then." Kit chuckled.
"Boy, Just one boy," Rory said giving her a shut up or ill spill your secrets look, as she sat down as spilt the contents of the Chinese take out on to a plate.
The door slamming alerted Kit to the return of her housemates. A loud growl escape her mouth and echoed around her room she wanted nothing more than to watch a movie with her two favourite people but she had reading to do. Reading and translating and reading and more translating. This is what her life was now. Just a combination of French and Russian words, rattling around her head. She hadn't even had time to practice her Cello today which was always a priority. Her teacher at Chilton didn't seem to understand there are only so many hours in a day and Kit couldn't help but feel like she was always just trying to catch up to her classmates. They are no way Tristen Dugrey does 4 hours of homework a night, and Paris probably spends hours and hours updating her software.
"Urhhh." was the sound she made as her head hit her desk.
"Kit" she heard Rory yell up the stairs. Without much of fight, Kit abandons her homework and made her way downstairs.
"Sup," she said in greeting. "I don't know why I said that just ignore me."
Her mother did, moving past her towards the kitchen. Kit followed her, diverting to Rory's room.
"What's going on."
"Dean's coming over," Rory told her, pulling out clothes from her closest.
"What. Why." Kit asked, her sweatpants and t dye shirt were not appropriate for anyone who wasn't blood-related. Actually, anyone, who lived in her house she could just imagine her grandmother's heart attack at her lack of effect.
"Our mother invited him," Rory said. Sorting through the mess she'd now made.
"This was supposed to be a simple night. Watch the movie, eat junk, go to bed feeling sick. End of story." Rory started.
"So you did get the movie."
"Yep, Now I'm supposed to look pretty and girly, which is completely impossible because I'm gross and I have nothing to wear."
"Do you want some help?" Kit asked.
"No"…"yes."
"OK. Uh...let's see." Kit hummed, sorting through the clothes on her bed.
"Try this." She said handing Rory a Burgundy henley.
"And wear those Jeans. Pull your hair down."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"This says 'hello, I'm cute and cool and too smart to let that take up too much of my time, but also relaxed since this is something I just threw on even though it looks fantastic on me.'" Kit smiled.
"How'd you do that?" Rory asked. Kit just shrugged.
"I've been staring at that top for ten minutes. It was just a top. You walked in and in three seconds, it's an outfit."
"We have the same colouring, I know what looks good on you. Plus I know for you it's about how you feel not how you look." Kit said.
"How do I do this.?" Rory asked sitting down on her bed.
"Do what."
"This whole guy thing. I mean I've watched you when you talk to guys, I mean you walked up to strangers and kiss them." Rory said.
"Shhh" Kit hushed her sister her hand finding her mouth.
"Stop saying it like that. There was lots of talking, about Yale and travel and prep schools and other stuff before the …"
"I'll never be able to do that. Trig, I can do. But boys and dating? Forget it. I'm a total spaz."
"Okay, listen to me. You're a person, he's a person too. Just a little different in some places."
"Kit"
"Sorry, But it the talking you get used to, you become more comfortable and before you know it you'll be able to just talk to him like you talk to me. Ish"
"Ish."
"Ish." She smiled, adjusting her sister top.
"The flirting part works with strangers but with this boy." She started."Who you like just be yourself. With your brain and those Killer blue eyes, we share. You'll be leaving him dazed in no time."
"Is half an hour enough?"
"Plenty. A little lip gloss and some mascara sit down I'll fix your hair." Rory abid her sister instructions. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she grabbed the hairbrush scattered on Rory's bed along with most of her closet and the little make up she owned. Kit thought she had the perfect sheer lipgloss, nothing to shinny it would suit her sister perfectly.
"One sec."
She called out as she ran upstairs grabbed her make up bag that was sat on top of her chest of drawer, the small delicate gold chain she often paired with the collection of outfits she wore to Friday Night Dinners. Thinking it would be perfect for Rory tonight.
"Honey, you never looked better." She smirked when she was done.
"Thank you, Kit." Rory chuckles, hugging her sister once more.