Gilmore Girls is my favorite show, and I'm still not over the fact that it's over. I was watching it and realized how badly I wanted to do a story like this. (I'm not sure if one already exists so if it does... I'm sorry?) Unlike Gilmore Girls, the first three or four chapters start at the beginning - with Katniss finding out she is pregnant. After the first three (or four) chapters, there will be a time jump. It will follow the events of Gilmore Girls fairly closely, and it includes lines from the show. I own nothing.

January 1997

" I wrote her off for the tenth time today

And practiced all the things I would say

But she came over

I lost my nerve

I took her back and made her dessert

Now I know I'm being used

That's okay man cause I like the abuse

I know she's playing with me

That's okay cause I got no self esteem"

The music blares from the speakers, louder than necessary on purpose.

If there was one thing Katniss loved more in the world it was the way her mom's face would scrunch up just so in the mornings when she blasted music as she got ready for school.

As she finished applying her make-up she heard the sounds of her mothers heels pounded their way up the stairs and she smiled quickly to herself.

"Katniss. Really? You must have low self esteem to be listening to such filth." Her mother screeched at her and Katniss rolled her eyes as her mother unplugged her stereo.

"Mom, you could have just asked me to turn it down you know."

Her mother rolled her eyes before taking in her daughter's appearance, eyebrows lifting.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Her voice was heavy on the judgment and Katniss scoffed.

"My school uniform? Yes, this is what I'm wearing to school. Would you prefer I wear something else? I'm not sure if I can though, you know since this is the school uniform." She emphasized the last words and her mother sighed in exasperation.

"Only you can make a lovely school uniform look like something that crawled out of one of those awful Grunge magazines you read."

Katniss smirked at this. Her mother saying the word Grunge was worth whatever shit she had to go through today at school.

"Say Grunge again."

"Katniss this game is tired. Come downstairs and eat before Sampson takes you to school." Her mother turned on her heel and left the room, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

"Yes mother." Katniss whispered under her breath before grabbing her leather backpack and following after her.

She didn't look Grunge at all to be honest. She had her skirt on to the shortest regulation length it could be at, her shirt ironed and tie straight. Her mother had been referring to the combat boots she wore, but those were in style which is why there hadn't been too much of a fight when she had purchased them. All it took was one look at the magazines for Margery Everdeen to let it go, withstanding snide remarks of course.

When she made her way downstairs, she immediately went to pour herself some coffee before her mothers voice put a halt to her actions.

"Please Katniss, let Patricia do her job. Sit down." Her mother barely looked up from her day planner, but this was a daily battle. Katniss hated the way her mother treated the maids, and was perfectly able to pour herself her own damn coffee, but she sat down anyways, shooting Patricia a look full of apologies.

When her coffee was placed in front of her, along with a bowl of fruit, Katniss sighed and took a large sip, sparing a glance towards her father.

He was immersed in his morning papers as always, not even noticing other people were in the room. Her parents carried on conversation about what needed to be done today – or more specifically who should be called in order for things to be done – and Katniss sat quietly, counting down the minutes until Sampson announced it was time to depart.

Just as he arrived through the kitchen door, Margery looked up.

"Oh Katniss, please do not forget, you have your dress fitting tomorrow afternoon for the debutante ball. We need to get initial sizes taken down."

Katniss sighed. She had been this close to escaping.

"Fine Mom, whatever." She said, trying to make her way over to the door.

"Katniss, it is not whatever it is the most important part of a young woman's life, and you will be happy about it, do you understand?" Her mother stared at her with a look that sent shivers down Katniss' spine.

"Yes Mom. I will make sure to curtsey or whatever I have to do, show some cleavage, and then I'll wait until someone asks for my hand in marriage like some deranged Jane Austen character. I got it."

She ran out the door before her mother could respond.

She wasn't particularly popular at school, much to her parent's dismay. She didn't participate in extra curricular activities – even though apparently if she didn't she was destined to a life of servitude and probably prostitution according to her mother – and she had a smart mouth, making it impossible for her to make friends with the blonde headed bimbos that ran the place.

She also wasn't one to flaunt her parent's wealth, which was almost a sin at her school. She didn't talk constantly about the trips her parents forced her to go on to exquisite places, which might have been enjoyable if she had been with anyone else, and she didn't go to the parties they threw unless it was guaranteed there would be alcohol.

Her one saving grace was that she was pretty, which meant people were nice to her out of some weird misguided loyalty. It was fucking ridiculous how important appearances were to these people, and she had two more fucking years with them before she could peace the hell out and never look back.

It also helped that she had Gale, her boyfriend for a while now. Girls swooned over him but he only had eyes for her, and she would never date any of the other fuck-twats she was forced to be around for 8 hours a day, so she was grateful for his presence in her life.

The sex wasn't bad either.

In fact, if he wasn't taking so long to meet her outside of school right now that's what they would be doing. Her mother had a DAR meeting this afternoon and her father was probably busy sucking some guys cock at the golf course (this is what she assumed he must do there because he was always going to the "club".), which meant she and Gale had the house to themselves.

When he finally does come into view he's wearing an apologetic grin on his face, which Katniss knows is code for "sorry got in trouble". She grins back at him before rolling her eyes.

"Hey babe, sorry." He said as he came up to her before placing a quick kiss to her lips.

"S'alright. What happened this time?" She asked as they climbed into the back of the car, and he smirked.

"Well I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." He told her and she huffed.

"Or I could just have Sampson drop you off at home." She responded, pretending to pick lint off her skirt so he wouldn't see her smile.

"No, anything but that! Fine, I'll tell you, but only if you promise me Sampson won't tell." He was being over-dramatic, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it. She raised her eyebrows at Sampson, who pretending to be locking his lips with a key. Gale laughed heartily at this.

"Sampson, my man." He turned towards Katniss with a gleam in his eye.

"Apparently someone left a stack of Playboys in the boys locker room on one of the benches right near the entrance before there was a tour for some parents. It's quite the scandal." He told her, his eyebrows wagging.

"Gale you didn't! How on earth will those poor rich people ever recover?" She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"I'm sure they'll buy themselves something shiny to help with the trauma." He laughed with her.

"Do they know it was you?" She asked before leaning into his side, his arm coming up around her.

"Naw, they just suspect, since you know I have quite the 'rebellious attitude.'" He used air quotes to exaggerate the posh accent he had adapted, and Katniss snorted.

"Yes, how dare you upset their delicate natures time and time again, you rebel you." She pinched his side and he shouted.

"Hey! I'll have you know I am very rebellious, don't forget that time I crashed my car." She looked up at him from her spot on his shoulder and could see him trying to hold back laughter.

"Oh, you mean the one you got literally a month ago for your birthday? You crashed that on purpose? You weren't drunk and didn't know how to drive a stick shift or anything like that?" She prodded his side again and he finally looked down to her, not bothering to hold his laughter back.

"Nope, I never drink, I have a future to think about after all."

This made Katniss roll her eyes. If she had a dollar for every time his or her parents had told them this, she would be as rich as her parents.

"Yes, and God forbid we have any fun before those futures happen."

Gale made a sound of agreement in the back of his throat, and they were silent for the remaining five minutes of the car ride, predictably stewing over how little control they had of their lives.

When Sampson dropped them off, they made their way inside the large mansion she called "home" or, more accurately, her "parents house", and Gale immediately veered towards to drink cart.

"What to drink my dear?" He asked in a fake and over embellished accent.

"Ummmmm, scotch, please, you know how I do love my scotch." She answered, imitating her father, causing Gale to laugh. He poured them each a glass half full, knowing her mother and father wouldn't be home until later and then they were both off to some fucking ridiculous function.

He landed on the couch next to her, his fingers tapping the sides of his glass. She took a sip and waited for him to say whatever was on his mind. When he didn't she pushed his thigh with her foot to get his attention.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked and he sighed.

"I had my meeting with the college reps today." He sounded serious.

"And what did they have to say?" She asked. She had had hers last week and had been thoroughly turned off to everything they had to say.

"I don't really know, I tuned them out pretty much. I decided that I don't want to go to college." He answered, not looking at her, taking a sip of his own drink instead.

"But we have to go to college, and then we have to get fancy jobs that make us dead to the world and have children we hate. It's the plan." She deadpanned and he laughed.

"Yeah, well fuck the plan. I'm doing something else." He finally glanced over at her, a small smile on his face.

"You can't just fuck the plan, the plan came over on Mayflower Gale. And what would you do instead?" She was being semi-serious. The plan was pretty much set in stone. It was the same plan her parent's followed, and their parents before that. She couldn't really see a way out of it.

"I don't know. Go to Europe maybe? Not the way our parents go, maybe backpack or something. Just… live a little without having to worry that my parents are going to send me to some military school." He shrugged and drained his drink. She followed, draining hers, handing him her empty glass as he stood to get a refill while she removed her shoes.

"Oh? And what would I do while you were skipping around Europe?" She was trying to not sound wounded that she would be left behind, but she was failing. When he returned and handed her the glass, he gave her his full attention.

"You're coming with me of course." His eyes had a lock on hers and she gulped.

"Oh I am? Will I be backpacking as well?" She began to run her sock clad foot up and down his thigh.

"Yeah. Or no, you can sleep in a hotel and I'll sleep on a bench outside. I don't care really as long as you're with me." He set his drink down and ran his hand up her calf.

"And what will Margery, Robert, Hazelle, and Gregory say about our little plan?" She asked, placing her drink down next to his and leaning back against the arm of the couch.

"Fuck them." Gale responded shrugging.

"I'd rather fuck you." Katniss said, and like that, the conversation ended. But even after he had launched himself on top of her, tearing her shirt open, she couldn't help but think about the plan he had just revealed to her.

She had to admit, it didn't sound half bad.

She was brought back to the present by the feel of him pulling her skirt down, his fingers dancing on the outside of her underwear. If the plan didn't work out, at least they would still have each other; have this, her favorite type of distraction from the world they didn't want to be a part of.

Besides, they still had two years before they were expected to grow up.

One and a half months later

"Katniss? Katniss!" Her mother's screeching from the bottom of the stairs was incessant and Katniss was ready to actually murder her. On the list of things she wanted to be doing right now, getting dressed up for the debutante ball in two weeks to have a portrait made was decidedly not one of them. The woman with the drawn on eyebrows was having a fucking fit trying to make sure everything was up to Margery's standards, and Katniss just wanted to tell her that as long as it was anything involving her daughter, Margery's standards could not be met.

Of course, the dress didn't fit. It's not like it was her fault, maybe she had been eating a lot lately but still, it shouldn't be this difficult to get the fucking thing zipped and buttoned along the back. As the woman behind her tried for the thousandth time to get the thing closed Katniss stood looking at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong.

"It's like it won't close around your middle. I don't understand. Maybe your bloated." The woman muttered mostly to herself, but the words reached Katniss' ears, causing her stomach to drop.

She should be bloated. In fact, she should have been on her period….. three weeks ago. Her face went pale as she heard her mother enter the room.

"What on earth is taking so long?" Margery trilled, causing Katniss to wince.

"It's just not fitting, I can't get it to close." The woman answered. Katniss stood silent, watching herself in the mirror. She felt her mother try to force the thing closed, but of course it didn't work.

"We just had this fitted over a month ago! Katniss, have you been gaining weight?" Her mother seemed concerned, but Katniss knew it was faked.

"Uh maybe?" She responded, not quite over the shock of her realization yet.

"Well put on some sweats and take a jog around the block. We'll have to try again next week I guess. I'll go tell the photographers to pack up. Your father is not going to be pleased about this young lady." Her mother whipped out the room, while Katniss nodded silently.

Three hours later, she sat in the bathroom, holding the stick that would confirm whether or not her suspicions were correct.

When the strip turned pink, she knew they were.

She was pregnant.