A/N: I know, I know. It has been quite a while. Well, I warned you that it would be a few weeks until the next update. Not to mention, I offered previews to my reviewers, and still just barely got 15.

I had intended to update two Sundays ago, however, circumstances out of my control prevented me. All my work obviously, is stored in my darling laptop. My darling laptop is unable to function for long periods of time without the help of my beloved charger. My beloved charger, when plugged in last week, blew a fuse, or something of the like. Not only was my charger broken beyond repair, forcing me to purchase another, but my room was without electricity for a time before my father was able to fix it.

An addition, these has been my first two weeks of school. With soccer practices five times a week. Drama practices three times a week, and various clubs during all my lunches and breaks (without even beginning to mention my enormous course load) you must begin to realize that I have very little time to eat, breathe, or sleep, let alone write.

Another Sylvia Plath title. Seriously, read her stuff. If you enjoy literature at all, you'll go as wacko as she is, over her stuff. Anyway, I like to think I have some influence over the readers, and if I can steer you in the right direction…

P.S. 15 reviews!! You know the drill!!

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. If it did, Logan would be my own personal (shirtless) masseuse. He would spend all of his time cracking jokes and rubbing my worries away. I realize that sounded a little bit dirty, the product of having brothers.

What Changes

"Now, we're going to Luke's. Luke is my mom's fiancé. He owns the local diner and has been really protective of me, ever since I was a little kid. You know, when I buried my caterpillar he was the only one who didn't laugh. My mom suggested I try to find his Turkish harem, and everyone else from town I invited kept on complaining about the length of the ceremony. I've since learned that he just didn't laugh at me to my face, but at least he pretended to be nice!"

"I'm sure he's great, Ace. I can't wait to meet him. Although I'm not sure how he's going to feel about our not so lovable buffoons." Logan glanced at the back where Finn and Colin were engaged in an overly enthusiastic game of 'slapsies'. Whenever Colin managed to hit Finn—which was often—Finn gave Colin a pinch on the arm.

"Hey, you nut case. You know I bruise like a peach, and we don't know where the nearest hospital is!" Colin exclaimed, with just the slightest hint of disgust. Everyone knew he was a snob, but Logan had hoped that he could jump off his high horse for just the length of one weekend.

"There isn't a hospital here, but there is a doctor," Ror responded, quietly. She wasn't yelling, but she was upset and ready to go on the defensive, "Sort of," she amended, "And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't make fun of my town where anyone can hear. We're all proud to live here. It's home."

"And the claws come out. Love, have you ever considered going into wrestling? You could be an excellent corner girl!" Finn exclaimed, slurring only slightly.

Logan took Rory's hand and gave it a little squeeze. These days, he was all about the little gestures. The things that purely marked him from a player to a boyfriend were very pronounced for his still flabbergasted friends. "Stop being an ass Colin."

"I seem to remember you saying that to me not so long ago. It's how you two eventually got together. Any news we should know about? Moving in together? Making a cutesy answering machine message together? Buying a yacht?" Colin said, playing along.

The car immediately relaxed. Finn, Colin, and Rory got back to joking together, but Logan remain quiet. He continued to clutch Rory's hand in an almost desperate way. He knew how important this step in their relationship was, and he couldn't help but think it was coming much too early. This was a first time for him, and felt like a skittish horse. He found it very hard to resist the instinct to turn and run. But he was not a coward. He would stay and deal with anything that came at him.

He was Logan Huntzberger after all.

Pulling up to the curb in front of Luke's, made it obvious that Logan's sleek Porsche would not be fitting in. The diner was simple, and the sign above it proclaimed it to be far from the diner it was.

"Gilmore, where have you brought us? Do you expect us to eat hammer and nails?" Colin asked. But the high and mighty tone was gone. Rory could tell that he was really asking her.

"No. This used to be Luke's dad's place. Then Luke turned it into a diner." The group was quite as Rory led the way, confident in her surroundings.

"Rory!" Lane came rushing over after sloppily dropping plates on a table. The diners looked displeased, especially when the yolk of one of the eggs leaked onto the table. But Lane paid them no mind. It had been far too long since she had seen her closest friend, and she would go undeterred.

"Lane!" The girls were caught in a tight embrace, barely leaving enough room for air. "Did you hear about J Bigga? What kind of name is J Bigga! I couldn't believe it!"

"I know. As if people that could listen to Hep Alien would want to listen to him!"

"Hep Alien has something J Bigga doesn't have. A cute Asian girl playing drums!" Rory responded. The girls broke into laughter and only hugged each other tighter. "Logan, Colin, Finn. I'd like you to meet my closest friend, Lane. Lane, this is my boyfriend Logan, and his friends Colin and Finn. Ignore their antics, they haven't completely evolved from their gorilla ancestors." Rory was much more talkative than the guys were used to. It was obvious that having the home turf advantage affected her in a very positive way.

"It's nice to meet you, Lane. And here I thought Paris was one of the few people Ace hangs out with. I'm glad to finally have been proven wrong." Logan put on his most dashing smile as he shook Lane's hand.

Lane looked from Rory, to Logan, and back to Rory. "He reminds me of ET. But I like this one better. He's not as freakishly tall." Lane smiled at Logan. "Best friend approved."

"ET?" Logan asked, suddenly curious as to who that was. He knew it was irrational to be jealous of someone he didn't know, and obviously couldn't have been in Rory's life for a long time, but he couldn't help it.

"No, he's different. Not to mention, Paris has never had a crush on him. And he's not mean to me."

"Tristan was only mean to you because he was going back to fourth grade tactics. He couldn't help that he liked you."

"Sure he could have. He could have left me alone. He could have spent more time with his girlfriend." As she was talking, she led the guys to a spacious table. Lane returned to work, but continued her conversation with Rory. People didn't seem pleased about the added noise, but Rory and Lane was too submerged in their conversation to care.

"And then you would have missed out on wallowing over Dean. Well the first time, anyway." Lane was quick to respond. Although she knew that Rory was finally happy with Logan, she couldn't help but think that if Tristan had stopped acting like a little kid, he and Rory might have ended up together, at least in high school.

"What's the problem?" Luke asked, finally emerging from the kitchen. Like a bear out of hibernation, the sight of him brought fear to the hearts of men. Or, rather to one man. The blond former-playboy who was dating the girl that was practically Luke's daughter. "Rory?! You're home! I didn't realize you'd be home so soon." Coming up to them, Luke continued eagerly, "Now what would you like to eat? Burger and fried? Chili fries? I'm making you chili fries and a burger. Anything else you want?"

"No, Luke. Just coffee. And I got back yesterday, I just didn't see you. Mom said you just got back from camping."

"Yeah, yeah. Who are there guys?" Luke asked, looking at the boys suspiciously. Their simple yet obviously expensive clothing were in stark contrast to Luke's simple flannel. Logan's jacket alone looked as though it cost more than all the clothing Luke owned.

"Luke, this is my boyfriend, Logan. And his friends Colin and Finn." Rory looked at him expectantly. She didn't expect him to be nice. After all, Luke must remember Logan from the wedding, and he had not been pleased. Now meeting Logan again, Rory was simply hoping that they wouldn't end up having a fist fight.

"You. You're the kid from the wedding."

Logan visibly gulped. He noticed Luke spasmodically clenching and unclenching his fists. "yes sir. But, just let me explain—"

"You know, I really don't want to hear it. So I'm just going to get you guys all burgers and fries," glancing at Rory, Luke quickly added, "and coffee. And I'm going to pretend I've never met you before. Then, I can just hate you as much as I always hate her boyfriends." With that, Luke gave a strange sort of nod, as if he was trying to shake the bile out of his mouth, and he went back to the kitchen.

"That went well." Lane said. She had come close the table to observe the carnage without getting into Luke's way.

"Very well. I at least thought he would get a few munches in." Rory responded, still surprised at Luke's reaction. Although Luke had been away the past few days, she knew that Lorelei must have caught him up that morning.

"Lorelei must have told him to be nice. Otherwise, Logan would not be allowed to sit here." Lane said, leaning against the table and ignoring calls for service.

"Yeah, and he didn't make any kind of comment about the Porsche. I thought for sure he would say something." Turning to the boys, Rory filled in, "Luke really doesn't like spoiled rich kids. I'm pretty sure a lot of it has to do with my dad, and my grandparents always wanting mom and dad to get married."

The guys nodded in understanding.

"Well gentlemen—and ladies—its time to take your bets. How long shall it take for Logan to get his face smashed in! For all his wonderful body, he truly is a pansy, and hasn't been in a fistfight for years and years. Are there any ex-boyfriends in this little town that still hold a grudge? Perhaps Luke shall decide that he really doesn't like Logan, and gives him an old-fashioned fatherly welcome?" Finn smiled, preparing to hand out napkins for votes.

"Rory, honey, you're home, and you haven't even come to see me?" A vibrantly dressed Miss Patty entered Luke's, and immediately approached them to find out about the boys, "And you've brought these scrumptious boys with you? Why, I had to find out from Babbette, when she saw them drive up to your house in that gorgeous Porsche of theirs. At least it was Babbette, can you imagine my embarrassment if Sally found out before me? Oh, hello there."

"Hi." The boys said in unison. They were unused to someone so exuberant, and the woman in front of them was giving them strange looks. As if looking at pigs in a meat market.

"They're cute. Now Rory, which one is yours? Because I really am well over-due for my next husband. And all these boys look as though they can keep up."

Rory grinned, slightly awkwardly. "I bet they could. Finn here, he's Australian. With a very sexy accent I'm sure you would appreciate. Logan is mine, and I'm not really up for sharing him, and I doubt you would want Colin. He's very studious sometimes."

"I love accents. Hello darling. I'm Miss Patty. I don't believe we've met before. You should come by and see me." Miss Patty, rather seductively, leaning over him. Finn was staring up at her in awe, but suddenly got a look of surprise.

"Madam, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am in awe of your beauty and lovely hair. You seem like quite the vivacious and energetic young woman."

"Honey, to survive as long as I have, in show business, you have to have the constitution of an ox." Miss Patty smiled, gave him a big smacking kiss on the lips, waved goodbye to the group.

"Welcome to the madness that is Stars Hollow. Summer Solstice takes on a whole different meaning here" Rory smiled. Nervous, yet glad, that Logan, Colin and Finn would have the chance to be immersed in Stars Hollow culture. Everything was so different from Hartford society, it was like stepping into a completely different world. She swore she had seen Finn looking around, wondering when Willy and the Oompa Loompas would show up. And it was only the beginning.

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