AN: Okay so this is my first Gilmore Girls FanFic. I have fallen in love with Finn/Rory so I decided to write my own PDLD. I hope you enjoy. The first chapter is a bit short, but the future ones should be longer.

Disclaimer: This story will go along with the timeline starting early season 5, but will have some changes; so I guess it'll kind of be an AU.
I do not own any of these characters or anything relating to the Gilmore Girls. I just own my thoughts.

I hope you enjoy. Please read and review.

God she was a beauty. He'd reckon he hadn't seen such a girl his whole life. Not only was she the most beautiful Sheila he'd ever seen, she was also the smartest. Most of the girls he hooked up with were deadheads. He never saw any future with these girls; they were just one-offs to satisfy his needs. Yeah, that may make him sound like an awful person, but that's just the way he was. Besides, these girls didn't want anything serious; they just wanted a good fuck from a good looking guy like himself.

This Sheila was not one of those girls. Judging by the stack of books she regularly had in her arms, she was at Yale purely for the education. She didn't view college another way to socialize, or a way busy herself until her perfect man came along. No, she viewed college as a learning experience, and she brought a whole new meaning to the word 'dedication'.

Finn was looking Rory Gilmore's way for a while now and had started to notice her more often on campus. He had first noticed her when she told off his best mate Logan for acting less than kind to that bartender gent. He had gotten a kick out of her ability to put Logan in his place.

After that, Logan had formally introduced himself. The rule among him and his mates was whoever makes first introductions has first and foremost 'dibs' on the girl. He had mentally berated himself for weeks for not getting to her first. Had he not been on a drunken binge that past weekend, he might have been quicker to the draw and introduced himself before Logan.

This did not fare well for Finn. He wanted to get to know Rory, not just get in her pants. He knew that Logan's intentions were not near as honorable. He knew his reputation would speak otherwise, but Finn had no intentions of having just a one-off with the lovely reporter girl. No, he wanted to get to know that mind of hers; her thoughts, her dreams, and her fears.

After he had found out that He shared a couple classes with the Sheila-which, he found impressive since she was a year behind him-he had started making more of an attempt to make it to class every day. He wasn't a bad student, but he was known to cut a few corners; that was one of the perks of his father's charitable donations. His attitude for attendance had changed once his desire to know Rory surfaced though, and his marks in school had improved significantly.

This Sheila was already having an effect on his life, and she was completely unaware if it.

He still drank, but not nearly as much as he used to; though, he had kept his drunken act up just to maintain appearances with his friends. He wanted to be aware of her; if she was around. He knew that he couldn't go after her, but he could hope that Logan struck out then allowing him to make his move. Yes, it was wrong of him to hope against his mate, but he knew his feelings for Rory were far more that Logan's horny ones.

He decided he would wait. He knew that Logan would either strike out or get bored. That is when he would make his move. That is when he could get to know this wonderful girl that is Rory Gilmore.