Morning came and found a depressed Finn having breakfast with his family. His mind was replaying the scene from a couple of hours before when Rory had slipped away from his side to return to her room. Frankly, he was amazed that she was awake from all the stories he'd heard about her theories about there being no 5 am and despite his attempts to keep her by his side, she'd managed to slip away. Groaning, Finn remembered how he'd come out of the shower and dressed before entering the sitting room to find Rory perched on the couch, staring blankly at the black screen that the t.v presented, due to the fact that it wasn't on.

He'd sat beside her while he'd pulled her into his embrace and his t-shirt became damp from the silent tears that had rolled down her cheeks. He remembered how he'd dared to break the silence that had cloaked them, by murmuring reassurances in her ears, while his own heart broke at the thought of not being near Rory for a long period of time. (This is really vague 'coz I'm not really sure how long to pull them apart for…… sounds kinda mean lol)

After what seemed like hours the two had made their way to collect Rory's bags and down to the foyer to meet her grandparents. He'd have laughed at the look on Emily's face as she realised that the two were more than just friends like they'd portrayed yesterday during dinner, if you were above the table anyway, but he felt that it was a small consolation to the fact that Rory was actually leaving. Last night, he'd somehow been able to convince himself that Rory's leaving was a cruel dream sent to him by the alcohol gods for not drinking the precious nectar during his stay in Spain and immediantly ordered up some alcohol to rectify the situation, however when he'd felt her slip away this morning, he knew that it wasn't some dream, but the harsh reality of his life so far.

Richard, who had seen the look on their faces as they stood before her grandparents and understood it, had dragged Emily away to the waiting limo after saying goodbye to Finn, asking him to pass the message onto his parents and grandparents. Finn had looked into Rory's eyes as tears glimmered along her bottom lashes and felt his eyes darken in sorrow before he had closed them and pulled Rory into a kiss that reflected their love for each other, but was also tinged with their sorrow at having to part.

She'd pulled away, only to be tugged back in by Finn, who had proceeded to keep pulling her back in every time she'd tried to pull away, each kiss filled with more longing than the last, until finally Finn was able to let Rory leave and a lone tear trailed down his chin.

Now here he was sat trying to ignore the fleeting glances his family kept shooting each other as they tried to figure out why Finn was so depressed.

After a couple of days of Finn spiralling further into depression, they decided to cut their trip short and take him back home. As soon as he was home, Finn locked himself in his room until the phone began to ring. Like a heard of elephants rushing to the water hole, Finn stomped down the stairs and snatched the phone from the hands of a rather startled maid. Panting, he brought the phone up to his ear and heard what he had been waiting for, a rather timid "Hello?"…………

3 MONTHS LATER……………

"Come on man. A fiery redhead practically flashed you just then and you didn't even look!"

"He's right, god dammit, Logan's right, ever since you came back from Spain all you've been doing is moping around the place, you've not brought a woman home, hell, you've barely touched any alcohol, what the hell is up with you!"

"Nothing's wrong mates. Just don't really feel up to doing much."

"Much? Much? You're not up to doing anything!"

"Ok that's it! You are going to tell us what's eating you up and we are going to find a way to rectify it. A family member's not died or we would have heard about it from our families so that's not the reason for your fucked up mood…… You've not got someone pregnant have you?"

At this both Colin and Finn choked on the drinks they'd just sipped. Sputtering Finn answered "No mate I haven't got anyone pregnant and contrary to what you two seem to believe I am happy at times."

"Yeah, that's another thing I wanted to ask you about. What so special about the person who calls you about once a week that you have to literally wrestle the phone from our hands?"

Before Finn could answer he was interrupted by the sound of two females arguing. Cocking his head, Finn once again choked on his drink as he caught sight of the two arguing females, or at least one in particular. Grinning, he brought another coffee from the stand the guys were talking at and advanced towards an unsuspecting Rory.

Rory was constantly badgered by Paris who was trying… no wait, demanding to know why Rory had been in such a funk since she had come back from Spain. She'd tried to escape Paris by sneaking out of the apartment, but Rory's addiction to coffee had helped Paris foil that plan as Rory was found at the first coffee stand you came to after leaving their dorm.

Right now, she was watching Paris enter her full bitching mode as she tried to pry answers from Rory. Shaking her head, Rory found herself been sucked into defending herself against Paris even though she normally hated confrontations. That was until a husky voice caused a shiver to crawl down each of her vertebrates, locking them into place.

"Hello love, fancy seeing you here."

Ignoring Paris' glare at having been interrupted, Rory spun around to face Finn who had two other people standing on either side of him. Before either could comprehend what had happened they were in each others arms and Finn was spinning her around, the coffee he had brought knocked to the ground and abandoned in all the commotion. Soon the two were caught up in an intense lip lock as Paris, Logan and Colin stood there gob smacked.

"Are my eyes deceiving me? Is Finn really making out with a……… a……… a brunette?"

"If I'm seeing it Colin then your eyes aren't deceiving you."

"Hey Blondie, Darcy, who's the lanky kangaroo guy that's currently trying to swallow my friend whole?"

"Blondie?" "Darcy?" "Kangaroo guy?" "You mean Australian right?"

Before Paris could retort with one of her trade mark put downs, Finn and Rory turned to face the group, wrapped up in each others arms.

"Paris I would like you to meet my boyfriend Finn, Finn this is one of my best friends, Paris." Paris eye's widened in shook and Rory stored the expression away for blackmail later as it was next to impossible to surprise Paris.

"Logan, Colin I would like you to meet my girlfriend Rory, Rory my best mates Logan and Colin."

"Rory, Rory, as in the hot ace reporter who's got the whole male population on the Daily News wrapped round her finger?" Looking her up and down Logan continued, "Now I know why." To his amusement, Finn's arms tightened around her waist as he let out a low growl that vibrated against Rory's neck.

"Down boy. He was only being friendly and Logan if you ever look at me like that again then I'm going to audition you for next years musical…… you'll certainly be able to hit those high notes."

Laughing at the look that graced Logan's face Rory and Finn set about convincing the gang to meet later for Chinese so they could get to know each other better, seeing as they were going to spend more time with each other.

That night the gang had a wild time lacing bets on whether Colin was going to come out of the debate he was locked in with Paris alive. Rory obviously won as Colin had to be carried out of the restaurant after Paris had attacked him with the book Rory kept in her purse.

Falling asleep that night in each others arms for the first time in three months, Finn and Rory couldn't help but re think the whole holiday romance thing. If you wanted something to last, then you worked for it, you didn't let it fade out. And that's what the two had done, they fought to keep in touch with each other while they had been separated and the results had been most…… pleasing. (lol X D)

El Finito mis amigos! Hope you enjoyed my story xxx (Sorry if the ending is a bit weak, couldn't really think of how to end it) xxx