1One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summery: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: I've had this idea for awhile, and thought it was original, however in the last week or two, I've seen a couple similar stories popping up. Both were different, but had the same idea behind them. As neither were what I had envisioned, I'm still posting mine. Let me know what you think, and I hope this does not offend anyone.

Chapter One

The light filtered in through slits from where the curtains weren't closed all of the way, leaving slits of light across the floor and the eyes of the one lying in the bed. The room had an eerie quietness, one that Rory Gilmore was not use to at this time. Normally her roommates were up and moving by now. Or if she was home in her own bed, her mom was making a racket in the kitchen by her door trying to get the coffee maker to work before heading off for a day at work at her inn.

Rory groaned, the light in her eyes becoming too much as she tried to borrow her head under the covers more so, to block it out, as she had a horrible hangover, and did not even want to think of all she drank to feel this way. She moved her hand back down to her stomach, freezing in the process as her hand hit an arm... An arm that did not belong to her. Her eyes popped open.

"Logan," Rory whispered. She did not even remember running into him last night. They had a bad fight the day before. Their relationship had not been the same since she had returned to Yale for Winter quarter. Rory started relaxing, figuring they must have made up the night before. They do say that make up sex is the best, she smiled. She interlaced her hands with his, but frowned. It felt different.

Rory literally felt her heart stop beating. Who was this man beside her, holding her close to him? Did she just spend the night with a stranger? She slowly tried to roll over to see him, without waking him. All this did was cause him to borrow his face into her shoulder more so, blocking his face from her. All she could see was blonde tussled bed hair. It seemed familiar, as if she could vaguely remember him from last night.

Bright blue eyes flashed through her mind. Were they his? She tried to remember what happened, but it only caused her headache to grow worse.

She slowly tried to untangle herself from the grip his arm had around her waist, taking the sheet with her as she got up. She watched as he groaned, his arm feeling the warmth of where her body once lied. This startled him awake.

Rory wrapped the sheet around her tighter, as his eyes opened, looking up at her. She gasped with recognition, as she looked into the blue eyes of, "Tristan," Rory choked out.

He did a double take looking at her. "Mary?"

He sat up, then realizing how exposed he was, quickly grabbed the blanket, pulling it around his waist, still showing his exposed chest. "Did we just?" He asked confused, as he looked around, then his trademark smirk took place on his face. "I guess you're no longer a Mary then, huh?"

"I haven't been for awhile," Rory spit out in distaste. She then went around the room, holding the sheet tightly around her as she picked up different articles of clothes that belonged to her.

"Wow, if you told me five years ago that I would meet up with the 'Mary' of Chilton this way, I would say that they were messed up as she would never do that," Tristan said, his smirk still present on his face.

Rory glared at him, before walking huffily into the bathroom of the hotel room to dress herself.

Tristan smirked at the door, wishing for the life of him that he could remember something from the night before. This was his high school dream that had finally come true, and he did not remember anything about it. He sighed before getting up to pull on his boxers, which he found on the floor beside his bed.

"So Mary, wanna go get some coffee with me," Tristan asked, as he pulled on his jeans, which he found all the way by the door. Shaking his head, he sure wished he could remember last night, anything.

"No, thank you," Rory said stubbornly, as she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She felt her breathe catch in her throat at the sight of him as he pulled the zipper of his pants up. Her gaze filtered over his bare chest, and she was unable to stop herself from taking in how fit he was.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, the direction of her gaze not going unseen to him.

Rory's cheeks burned with embarrassment, as she shot him a death glare.

He smirked as he walked over to the table in the room, his eyes catching on a piece of paper lying on it. His smirk quickly turned to a frown as realization of what he held in his hand set in.

"Uh... your real name... it's Lorelai Leigh... right?" Tristan looked up at her with an expression of shock and disbelief.

Rory looked at him curiously, while looking for her purse. "Yeah. Why?"

"Umm, what exactly do you remember from last night?"

Rory let the blanket from the bed fall back down, and sat back on the floor. "Not much. I had a fight with my boyfriend yesterday morning... oh my gosh, Logan," Rory said shooting up into a standing position. Tears started to run down her face. "I cheated on him..."

"Is there anything else?" Tristan asked desperately.

Rory glared at him. "Not really, other than going out drinking with Finn... The last I saw of him, I think he was up on a table dancing with a red head... Then I don't remember anything else... Why? What are you holding"

Tristan cleared his throat, avoiding meeting her eyes. "Well this piece of paper, it um, states that we were married last night..."

"Married," Rory said in disbelief, looking down at her left hand where a toy ring, such as what you would get in toy machines for a quarter at the store was. She barely felt two arms catch her before all she saw was darkness.