Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the original characters. All I own is my imagination and the plot.

A/N: Okay, so I know that I still have a few stories that I need to finish so starting another one probably doesn't seem like the best thing to do, but I've been walking around with this idea for a while now and originally this was supposed to be a one-parter, but then when I reached the ending I ended up not being finished yet which is why I decided to turn this into a story, a short one, not longer than a few chapters probably, but a story nonetheless. Anyway I hope it'll out somewhat good so... Oh, and read the A/N at the bottom please. Also I feel like I don't need a beta, but if you want to prove me wrong, please do, but I hope you don't 'cause I've been practicing my punctuation etc for a long time now. Now, read on. :)

''Are you sure the guys won't mind you having me over?'' Rory asked, anxiously tugging at a stray lock of hair. ''I mean, it is kind of late,'' she added matter-of-factly.

Logan stole a glance down at his watch and chuckled. ''It's not even eight yet, Ace, so I'm pretty sure Colin and Finn aren't tucked away in their beds just yet.''

''Oh, well, yeah, I know that, I just don't want to invade, you know.''

''Invade?'' he asked with one eyebrow raised.

''Well, yeah, it's an all boys apartment so if you suddenly bring a girl into it, you'd be crossing a line of some sort.''

''Believe me, that line has already been crossed and for an all boys apartment it has had his share of girls,'' he joked lightly.

Rory looked at him. ''How big of a share?''

A grin complimented Logan's sheer satisfaction as he shrugged. ''I don't exactly keep count of the different girls that come out of Finn and Colin's rooms in the morning.''

''What about your room?'' Rory spun delicately while feigning the calmness that seemed so natural for him.

''Well, considering that I share a room with Finn...''

''Oh, right,'' she said, her tone self-consciously soft.

''Why do you care?''

She shrugged, her brow wrinkling as she concentrated on the question. ''I just want to know what my chances are.''

''You've already won, Ace,'' he affectionately told her. He smiled as her cheeks took on vibrant color in her bashfulness. ''Besides, Finn and Colin have pretty much had every single girl at Yale and I've never been one for seconds.''

Rory good-naturedly rolled her eyes and followed him into the apartment, her smile still in place.

Colin's attention remained fixed on the TV, even when he raised an arm to greet them, an absent 'hey' following.

Rory shook her head at the familiar sight and seated herself next to him. She had been around the apartment often enough to feel comfortable around him. ''So, what are we watching?''

''Oh,'' Colin started off excitedly, ''they're having this Power Puff Girls marathon.''

''Power Puff Girls?''

''Hey, the Power Puff Girls are superheros and superheros are manly.''

''Very manly,'' Rory agreed with a smile.

''Don't tell me you've been watching TV all day,'' Logan remarked.

''Of course not,'' Colin said while reaching for the bowl of popcorn. ''The first half of the day I surfed the net in search of quality porn, you know, the good stuff.''

Rory made a face and gently shoved him. ''Ew!''

''Hey, we're guys and guys look for porn on the Internet, right Logan?'' Colin asked while chewing.

''I know,'' Rory began, ''and that's fine.''

''It is?'' Colin asked, finally looking away from his cartoons.

Rory lowered her eyes beneath the brightness of the spotlight. ''Well, yeah. I mean, guys have needs and fantasies and that's what those sites provide you with, fantasies; those girls aren't what's real and as long as guys know that most girls can't live up to those standards...'' she trailed off, waiting for the attention to slip away from the center.

''Are you sure you like Logan because I can be very charming depending on what cartoon's on at the moment.'' Colin waited for just the hint of a smile before continuing, ''Although I have to disagree with you on that whole standards thing 'cause some girls I've-''

''Colin,'' Logan said, stopping him. ''Watch your cartoons.''

Rory tilted her head to look up at him, catching the unusual way he was looking at her. ''What?'' He shrugged. ''I'm just glad that you're the only girl leaving my room in the morning.''

''You two should cut back on the romantic comedies and watch cartoons instead; romance's never an issue in cartoons.''

Another shove to his shoulder was his reward, though this time her heart wasn't in it; it was in another place. She looked down at her lap, her fingers twisted tightly together, her knuckles a transparent shade of white while her cheeks shone with color.

She sat as still as she could, thinking that each move could attract attention, his attention and she was unsure whether she wanted it or not, whether she was ready for it or not. She should be; she had been waiting for it long enough, though she knew that there might be a chance that she wasn't going to reach for it now that she had him at her fingertips.

He was overwhelming.

Just as she opened her mouth to try and say something, anything to break the silence that only made the beating of her heart stand out even more, a soft cry reached her ears. ''Uhm, what was-''

''Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Finn's in his room with a lady friend.''

''Colin,'' Logan said.

Another cry cut him off. ''It looks like they're getting along.'' Colin knowingly smirked. ''Don't worry, I'll just turn up the TV so we won't hear them.'' And he did, although the volume of the moans increased, too, together with their constancy.

Rory threw Logan a look and he simply nodded. ''Looks like our plans just changed. How do you feel about a movie, Ace?''

''Yes, please,'' she said while getting up. ''You want to join us?'' she inquired, turning to Colin as she did so.

''Nah, I'm actually getting kind of turned on.''

Rory took an abrupt step back and slipped her hand into Logan's. He just chuckled as he led her to the door. ''We'll see you later.'' ''Yeah, bye Colin,'' Rory quickly added, trailing behind Logan out into the hallway.

''So, Finn, does he, I mean, is he always-''

He's troubled,'' Logan answered.

Rory nodded, saying nothing as she tightened her grip on his hand.

x-x-x

A mere three or four hours later, they found themselves back at the same spot, fingers of one hand woven together loosely as they lingered in front of the apartment.

''Stay the night,'' was Logan's request as he pulled her closer to him, not wanting to let go.

Rory had been waiting for those words, she had even so much as expected them. She had spent the night a few times before, although the circumstances had been different, he had been different. She wanted to protest, but didn't get the chance as he gently squeezed her hand, reassuring her. ''It's nothing like that, Ace; I just don't want you to leave yet. You can even leave in the middle of the night if you want.''

A shy smile eased his worries and he turned to unlock the door before both stepping into the dark apartment. Without turning on the lights, he shepherded her towards his room and they slipped in quietly. Logan switched on the lights and let go of her hand to rummage through his closet, leaving Rory for a second to take in her surroundings. She had been in his room before, during the day and during the night, although this was the first time that they had to share the room with Finn. She didn't know Finn, not like she knew Colin; he never showed his face when she was around.

Logan walked back up to her and handed her a pair of sweats and a standard Yale jersey, the same she had in her room. She turned and reached for the door.

''Where are you going?''

''I'm going to change.''

''You can do that here,'' Logan said, softly chuckling at the expression on her face. ''I'll turn around,'' he promised.

Rory glanced over at Finn.

''He's asleep.''

Rory nodded, waiting for Logan to turn his back to her so she could change, keeping her eyes on Finn all the while. After neatly folding up her clothes, she slithered into bed with Logan, content as she lay there with her back against his chest and his arm securely around her waist.

Her eyes studied Finn's sleeping form, the light dim enough to match up to him. Out of the three, he was the one that distanced himself the most and that was why she stared; it was her only chance to, though eventually she closed her eyes just as Finn's opened, giving him the chance to stare at her.

x-x-x

When Rory opened her eyes the next morning, the bed across from her was empty, giving her room to breath; he made her nervous. She shifted onto her back, smiling when she found Logan awake and looking down at her. ''Morning.''

''Morning,'' he said, leaning in just enough to kiss her. She returned the kiss, nestling her body into his as he pulled back. ''So, I'm assuming you want coffee?''

Rory nodded. ''Will you go get me some?'' she asked with a pout.

Logan copied her smile and brushed his lips across her forehead. ''You're lazy.''

''It's Saturday,'' she moaned. ''Please?''

With a sigh, Logan got out of bed and quickly put on some clothes. It was a familiar routine. He would tell her how lazy she was and then get up anyway. It was how she could tell that she wasn't like all of the other girls.

''Thank you,'' she told him before he left the room.

She reluctantly got up after letting a few more minutes pass. She locked the door so she could change, consciously leaving the jersey on as she wiggled her way back into her jeans. She slipped on her shoes before taking of the jersey and slipping her own shirt over her head. With one hand combing through her tousled locks she turned around, startled as she came eye to eye with Finn who stood facing her in the doorway.

''Finn, I...I thought I locked the door,'' she said, stunned by his sudden appearance.

''You did.'' He casually pocketed his hands. ''I didn't know you wore thongs,'' he continued, keeping his gaze steady as he watched her.

Rory opened her mouth to say something, but found herself speechless and lowered her head in embarrassement, trying to keep what dignity she still had by hiding her flustered expression from him.

''Don't go all innocent on me now, love; you wouldn't have worn one if you didn't want someone to see it.''

''Someone, not you,'' she said her voice barely above a whisper, still not having the courage to look directly at him.

''Am I not good enough for you, princess,'' he hissed while moving closer.

''I never said that,'' Rory spoke up gently, finally looking up to meet his gaze. ''But you still had no right to just invade my privacy like that.''

''It's my room,'' was all Finn said as he roughly passed her, wanting to escape the baby blue of her eyes; it was too virtuous. ''I can do whatever bloody hell I want in it.'' He reached for the flask he always carried with him while sitting down on his bed.

''Finn,'' she said, hesitating slightly as his eyes locked on her; he didn't like her. ''Why do you drink as much as you do?''

He didn't answer as he took another gulp before screwing the cap back on and throwing the flask onto his bed, holding her gaze as he got up. As he approached her, she backed up towards the door, wanting a way out, although he was faster and snatched her by the wrist before she could do anything. ''Look, you may be Logan's girlfriend and he might be my friend, but that doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy.'' He paused, guilty for scaring her, though he knew that it would keep her away and that was all he wanted. ''Get out,'' he demanded while letting go of her.

As she fled the room, he reached for his flask, needing another drink.

x-x-x

''Is Logan back yet?'' Rory asked Colin as she entered the room.

He shook his head. ''You want to watch Tom&Jerry with me until then? It's a classic.''

Rory politely refused. ''No, thanks. I need to go...and find Logan.''

''Okay.'' Colin waited for her to leave the apartment before getting up and heading for Finn and Logan's room, not bothering to knock. ''You can't treat her like that,'' he told to his friend.

Finn snorted. ''Why, just because Logan's in love with her?''

''No, because she's a nice person and that's all she's ever been to you.''

''Yeah, well, I never asked her to,'' he spat.

Colin said nothing and left the room.

x-x-x

That afternoon, Finn ended up at the library, knowing that he would find her there; he had seen her sitting in a corner each time he was here, looking at her from his own. Today, she had settled for a table in the center of the room, a place she'd rather not be by the way she had tucked herself away behind her book. He made his way over quickly, wanting to get it over with so he wouldn't have to think about it, about her anymore. He sat down across from her, the action causing her to look up. ''Finn,'' she acknowledged, though her eyes fluttered from his the second after.

''I'm sorry,'' he said. ''Colin told me that I was acting like a jerk so-''

''Don't do me any favors, Finn,'' Rory cut him off. '' I know you don't like me and that's okay, I just wish you would give me a reason,'' she said while getting up, taking her bag with her before walking off.

Finn incoherently cursed as he got up himself and drew after her. ''Rory!'' he called, glaring at each person that looked at him in the wrong way. ''I do like you,'' he confessed loudly, his honest mistake a reason for her to stop so he could catch up. He sighed when he did. ''Look, I'm just screwed up and-''

''Who told you that?'' she asked, her tone as soft as her eyes.

He shrugged, unable to say anything; she was slowly unnerving him.

''You're not screwed up,'' she said.

''You don't know me,'' he responded before leaving her in the middle of the hallway.

x-x-x

Rory studied Finn from across the campus, unable to look away; his appearance too flawed and his soul showing cracks that were visible even from where she was sitting.

Misery was written in the coldness of his eyes and loneliness was carved in the bitterness of his presence. No matter where he was, he never belonged. He was always the outcast, although often hid it behind the life of the party. Girls were intrigued by his careless look and allowed themselves to be wrapped around his finger with the help of whatever fancy drink he offered them. They were easy, but so was he, always settling for less.

She wondered if his trembling hands were a sign of weakness, a cry for help. She wondered if they always shook and she wondered how long it took him to light a cigarette.

His black painted nails only brought more attention to him; he was unlikely, someone that could be told apart from a crowd because he always lingered along the edges.

She wanted to get it, to get him, but was scared to get too close at the same time.

He was right, she didn't know him.

She watched him light up another cigarette, wondering if all of his bad habits had turned him into one.

x-x-x

That night, Rory arrived at Logan's room dressed to impress. Logan discreetly complimented her on it when he opened the door while Colin loudly whistled at her. Finn said nothing, only going with them because of the alcohol he would be able to consume and he never passed up a drink, not when it was his only way out.

He briefly made eye contact with her as he opened the door for her, but looked away the second she passed him. He knew what she was wearing and he knew that she looked even more special than she usually did.

She shone and it hurt to look at her.

x-x-x

At the bar, Rory had a surprisingly good time, not only dancing with Logan, but also with Colin every now and then, when he wasn't trying to pick up a girl to bring home with him tonight. Logan didn't even look at other girls; he only had eye for her and treated her like a perfect gentleman would. He even offered to buy them drinks while she went in search of a table, though all were already occupied so she ended up heading over to where Finn was sitting, alone like he had been all night.

''Hey,'' Rory greeted.

''Hey,'' he returned before bringing a bottle up to his lips.

''You've already had three you know.'' She pointed out while sitting down across from him. ''You should slow down.''

''Yeah, thanks for the advice, mum,'' he replied with an added eye roll for the effect.

She looked away as he continued drinking, relieved when she saw Logan approach. He handed her her drink and she thanked him.

''I'm going to get me another drink,'' Finn let them know as he got up and left to be alone once more.

Rory lowered her eyes. ''I have to go to the bathroom.''

x-x-x

Rory ran into Finn while leaving the bathroom ''Finn, wha-''

''You don't want to know me,'' he explained. ''I'm a screw-up.''

Rory shook her head. ''You're not.''

''I'm not?'' He bitterly chuckled at her naive reply. ''Love, I'm drunk most of the day.''

''Why?'' She looked up at him, sweetly vulnerable beneath him.

''I...I don't know.''

''Yes you do,'' she pushed.

His expression changed and he looked away. For once he was looking for a way to avoid her searching eyes. They were too blue for her own good anyway. ''I don't get along with my parents,'' he admitted after letting minutes pass.

''Logan doesn't get along with his parents either,'' Rory uttered.

''Yeah, but they still care about him.'' He searched for her comfort in the mess, knowing that she would be able to help him because she was that kind of person, the kind that had a heart of gold and more than enough happiness to go around. ''Mine don't care, they're never around to care. They think that their money will get me off their backs. They even told me that I was a minor setback in their plans.''

''I don't believe that,'' Rory whispered.

''Doll, the only reason I'm even at Yale is because of my dad's connections 'cause let's face it, I'm not exactly a straight A student and I never have been. My parents just sent me here so they don't have to think about me anymore. I never even go home during the weekends, never. I only go home for the holidays and even then my parents would much rather be on vacation in some exotic country.'' It was easy to pour out his heart when he was drunk; it gave him an excuse not to care and to drink even more so he would forget about it in the morning.

''Finn, I'm-''

''I don't want your pity, love, I just want you to understand. I drink because of the horrible life I have and although the parties and the girls are a nice distraction, they can't change it, no matter how much I want them to,'' he desperately finished.

''You're unhappy,'' she stated unbelievingly before looking at him, compassion written all over her face. He almost drowned in it when he looked at her. ''Finn, I want to know you.''

Finn nodded, doing something he had never done before, believing someone on their word. Impulsively he reached for her face. Rory gasped as his fingers made contact with her skin and her head shot up, angling it perfectly for him as he gallantly leaned in and kissed her, cupping her face as gently as he could, his fingers trembling. She kissed him back, not having a reason to blame it on; it was just a feeling. When the kiss ended, his hands lingered, unable to let go, though she forced him to when she suddenly pushed him away from her. Her hands flew to her mouth and he threw a look over his shoulder for the effect, sighing when he saw his friend standing only a few feet away. ''Logan, it's not what it looks like,'' he said, making an effort, though it was of no use as Logan turned and walked away.

''Told you I was a screw-up.'' Finn didn't even look at her as he said the words, knowing that he wouldn't be able to look away if he did and right now, he had to walk away; it wasn't his right to stay. As he too walked away from Rory, the first tear started its way down her cheek.

x-x-x

That evening, Rory found herself alone on the couch with Paris long asleep and her ice-cream long ago consumed. She felt sick to her stomach, although it wasn't the ice-cream making her feel the way she did.

A knock on the door made her feel even worse, but she knew that she had to get up and open the door just in case it was Logan.

It wasn't.

''I apologized to Logan,'' Finn said, giving Rory a reason to keep the door open. ''I told him that I was too drunk to see who I was kissing...and that I forced you into it,'' he added.

''You didn't force me.''

Finn shrugged. ''It doesn't matter, love; Logan believed it and now he's only mad at me.''

Rory nodded. ''Thank you.''

''Sure.'' They stood and looked at each other for a while until Finn couldn't take it anymore and started to lean in, needing to be close to her again. He had been thinking of her all night.

''I don't want to hurt Logan,'' she told him.

''So we won't tell him,'' he pleaded, brushing his lips against hers, knowing that she was his weakness. She had been all this time and he had tried staying away from her, but now he knew how good it felt to be near her; she had the same effect on him as alcohol. ''Make me into a better person,'' he murmured.

''Finn,'' she breathed, wrongly encouraging him to close in on her even more. His fingers lightly grazed her sides and she had to look at them as he slowly lowered them down to her hips, his black nails standing out against her milky white skin. ''Don't,'' she said while placing her hands on his to push him away, to distance herself. ''I'm with Logan,'' she stated, keeping a close eye on him so she would be able to stop his next move.

He pulled his hands back ''You wanted to know me,'' he whispered.

''I do.''

Finn nodded. ''I won't be able to be friends with you.''

''Why not?'' Rory asked, her voice unsteady with disappointment.

''I don't want you as a friend.''

''Finn, we, I.'' She sighed. ''I don't know you and you-''

''Don't bother explaining it, princess, I can take a hint.'' He turned and reached for the door, trying hard to keep his hands from shaking and giving him away.

''That's not fair. I have a boyfriend, you know that! Finn...'' she tried one more time.

''Sweet dreams, love,'' he said while closing the door behind him.

Please review? (: Personally, I don't think it's any good which is kinda sad considering that I wrote this, but it seems all wrong and I've been re-writing and editing for a while now, but I'm afraid it doesn't get any better, not on this chapter anyway. Also, I know that the characters might be somewhat out of character and not the way they're 'supposed' to be, but for now, I like 'em like this and hopefully you do, too. :) So, thanks for reading and please give me your honest opinions 'cause I'm not sure if a PDLD is my thing. Thanks. :)