"Taylor has really outdone himself this time," Luke grumbled as I sat at the counter in the diner, happily stuffing my face with his amazing blueberry pancakes. There was nothing that could start my day better than the fluffiest, most amazing pancakes in Connecticut. Possibly the world.

"I think it's great," I said, after I swallowed. "It's a little multicultural flair for our sad little New England town."

"The snow has barely even melted," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken. "How can we celebrate Mexican culture when there's still slush on the ground?"

"Aw, it'll be fun, Luke!" I said. "I think Patty's even planning to switch up the Founder's Day Punch recipe to reflect the holiday."

"You do know that actual Mexicans don't even celebrate the damn day, right?"

"You're such a grouch!" I set down my fork to take a big gulp from my coffee cup. "While it is part of your charming mystique, I'd advise living a little. You know, try it on, see what it's like for a change." He just rolled his eyes, and went off to check on other customers.

The Fiesta was in full swing by the time I managed to get away from the Inn a few hours later. It was barely noon, but the Stars Hollow streets were packed with happy people and delicious smells and wonderful music. There was nothing like a Stars Hollow town event. I lived for the excitement and delight in the air. It made me feel like a kid again, like the kid I never got to be when it was age appropriate. I knew I acted immature sometimes, but by now everyone mostly chalked it up to a personality quirk and I was able to get away with it with hardly any sidelong glances.

After sampling some churros and slurping down a frozen margarita, I headed toward the clearing by the lake where I knew Taylor had set up some lawn games. Several people were standing around a brightly colored piñata, apparently waiting their turn to take a whack at the swinging papier-mâché donkey. Kirk was barking out orders, evidently in charge of this particular game. After watching a few people take comically weak hits or missing the mark completely, Kirk announced he wanted a turn of his own.

"I just need someone to hand me the piñata stick after I get the blindfold on!" he called out, sweeping his eyes over the crowd.

I stepped forward. "I'll do it, Kirk," I said. He nodded, a quick bob in his usual manner, and shoved the stick in my hands. It was a large wooden dowel, covered in glitter and ribbons to match the piñata. It was the most bizarre thing I'd seen in my life, but I shrugged it off. It was Kirk, that was explanation enough.

After he blindfolded himself, Bootsy spun him around a couple of times. I pressed the garish stick into Kirk's outstretched hands and backed away. He stumbled in the direction of the piñata, but suddenly he lunged at me and everything went black.

When I woke up, I was on the ground, laying on my back underneath a bush. The sky was dappled with color and I could tell it was close to dusk. My head was throbbing. I lifted a hand to feel around my skull. The last thing I remembered was Kirk coming at me with that stupid stick. My hand came across a tender lump near my temple and I winced. I hoped I didn't have a concussion. It seemed strange that everyone had just left me here. Groaning, I sat up, brushing the twigs and leaves off my shirt. With much effort, I got myself to a standing position, and I staggered a little. As I gingerly walked into the clearing, I noticed that the entire park area was deserted.

Damned Kirk. I didn't know how exactly, but he had to be responsible for this.

I couldn't find my Jeep. It wasn't where I left it, and as I walked closer to the center of town, I began to feel a creepy tingling up my spine. Something wasn't right. The Cinco de Mayo Fiesta was already broken down, with only a few empty booths left standing to indicate there'd been a celebration at all. I kept walking, eventually deciding to head back to my house. I'd begin the search for the Jeep after a heavy dose of painkillers and a nice long nap.

When I got to my driveway, I saw the Jeep parked in its usual spot. Apparently someone brought my car back but left me to sleep off a stick to the head. Then I noticed that the living room lights were on. That's weird, I thought to myself. I was certain I hadn't left them on. Then I saw movement. I knew Rory wasn't home, she had planned a sleepover with Lane and I wasn't expecting her until the next day. As I got closer, I saw two people in some sort of embrace, and my heartbeat quickened. Someone broke into my house to have sex? Not what I was expecting, but hey, that Founder's Day Punch can be a doozy.

What I wasn't prepared for was seeing exactly who was in my house. When I stepped onto the porch, I could clearly see Luke and a brunette woman practically doing it in front of my window. My jaw fell open. His hands were up her shirt, and she was unbuttoning his flannel. I was about to burst into my house and demand an explanation, when suddenly he turned them around so I could see her face.

It was like looking in a mirror.

Luke wasn't getting to second base with some stranger in my house. He was getting to second base with me. But it couldn't be me. Because I was me. I stepped backward, almost falling down the porch steps. Quickly, I slipped behind one of the porch columns, peeking out around it.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from what I was seeing. I was watching Luke kiss me, but not actually me, and it was like I could almost feel his lips on mine. It was mesmerizing. Until that moment, I hadn't really thought about what it could be like, but watching my doppelgänger part her lips and invite his tongue inside her mouth was doing things to my body I hadn't even known were possible. I was weak-kneed and aroused, and jealous. Insanely jealous. I had to shake my head and blink a moment, realizing I was jealous of myself, and how patently absurd the entire situation was.

My hands flew up to touch my face, suddenly paranoid that I was in some bizarre Freaky Friday situation. If I'd switched bodies with someone (oh god, like Kirk?), then that would be the straw that ensured a phone call for Nurse Ratched to come get me and lock me away. But upon physical inspection, my face seemed the same. I needed a mirror, to make sure. I crept through the lawn toward Babette's house. I snuck a final peek toward the window before I crossed into her yard, but there was no longer an embracing couple. The thought occurred to me that Luke was probably naked in my bed right now, having sex with my Cylon twin. Oh. My. God.

"Focus, Gilmore," I muttered to myself, picking my way around all the gnomes and ending up in front of Babette's front door. I knocked twice, then waited for her to appear.

"Lorelai, sugah! I didn't expect to see you tonight! Finally managed to pry yourself away from that hunk of man, didja?" She grinned lasciviously, and I could only smile weakly in return. She noticed my mood instantly and her demeanor changed to concerned. "Are you okay, doll? You look a little peaky."

"Oh yeah, my head really hurts from Kirk's, uh, assassination attempt, but I don't have any painkillers. I don't suppose…?"

She nodded emphatically. "Sure, sure," she said, gesturing for me to come inside with her. I slumped into a chair at her dining room table, and waited for her to reappear with the pain medicine and some water. "Here ya go," she said, handing it to me. I swallowed the pills with a gulp of water, and then rested the cool glass tumbler against my temple.

Babette didn't seem to think anything was off, so my quest for the mirror didn't seem so important anymore. She sat down at the table across from me, the wide grin returning to her dimpled face. She leaned forward, and I could tell she was in gossip mode. "So, that was one hell of a kiss!" she cackled. "What made you do it?"

"Uh, I don't remember exactly," I said, pressing the glass against my head even harder. "Everything after Kirk came at me is a bit hazy."

"Well, it was one hell of a kiss," she repeated, shaking her head as if in disbelief over how a great kiss like that could even exist. "I mean, after Kirk clobbered you, Luke ran in there and pulled you up outta that bush, and you just planted one on him! We were all shocked, I tell ya!"

"What's shocking is that he was there to begin with," I said, in a feeble attempt at a joke. "Luke hates festivals."

"Ah, you know he goes to them if he can see you there," she said with a knowing smile. "I bet that guy is on cloud nine right now! What made you finally see the light?"

"Oh, well, I- I don't know exactly," I stammered. "Getting walloped by Kirk does weird things to people." Understatement of the century. I stood up, setting the glass on her table. I pointed behind me to the door. "I'm going to go, uh, back home."

"You do that," she said with a bawdy wink. I tried to smile, then hastily beat my retreat. I didn't know what to do, so I went inside the garage and sat there all night, waiting for early morning. I didn't sleep at all. Everything was too confusing and I was probably having some weird hallucinations from getting hit in the head. Everything would be better in the morning light.

When the next day dawned, I waited behind the Jeep parked in the driveway until I saw Luke leaving. I felt my stomach drop, knowing he spent the night. There's no way I could still be hallucinating. When he was out of sight, I walked over to the door and yanked on it. Locked. Of course Luke would lock the door behind him. I crept around, looking for the turtle. When I had the spare key in my hand, I unlocked the door and went inside. I tiptoed up the stairs, unsure what I was going to find. When I got to my room, I saw me on the bed, my bare shoulders peeking out from under the sheets, and my hair in a ratty mess all over the pillow.

The hair was enough to push me over the edge. I knew sex hair when I saw it. "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted. The fake me jolted upright, the sheet falling away to reveal my naked body from the waist up, just like I expected. She pushed a mess of hair away from her face and looked up at me, doing a double take when she saw me in front of her.

"Who are you?" she demanded, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

"Oh please," I said. "I've seen all that before." She looked down, and then back at me.

"How is this even possible?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "Am I dreaming?" I could definitely relate.

"I need coffee," I mumbled. Turning around, I went downstairs to start the coffee.

About ten minutes later, I was holding the cup of steaming brew under my nose and breathing in deeply. I heard thumping down the stairs, and the other me appeared in the kitchen, perfectly coiffed and dressed, while I was still wearing yesterday's clothes and my hair still had a few stray twigs in it. Unfair.

"So," I began, staring at her back as the Lorelai Imposter poured herself a cup of coffee. "Who are you and why do you have my face?" She whirled around, splashing coffee on the counter.

"Shit," she mumbled, grabbing a paper towel and mopping up the mess. She looked up at me, eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? You're the Single White Female here!"

"Uh, think again, sister," I said. We stared each other down, the other Lorelai holding the damp towel in her clenched fist. "Let's settle this," I said snottily, plunking my cup down on the kitchen table. "Who did I write in my diary in the 8th grade was the most overrated celebrity but was still, and I quote, unforgettably handsome? On the count of three: one, two, three -"

"David Cassidy!" we shouted in unison. Her eyes bulged open, and I knew mine were doing the same.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "I got doubled!"

"Kirk!" I growled. I slapped my palm against the table. But then my head jerked up. "What the hell were you thinking?"

She looked taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure you had sex with Luke in my - our - bed last night!"

She leaned back against the counter, holding her coffee cup in both hands. She gave me a saucy look. "What about it?"

"How could you do that?" I huffed. "You probably ruined everything! How am I supposed to look him in the eye now?"

She snorted. "You mean to tell me that you sat across the counter from the man every day for the past 5 years and never once - not one single time - imagined him naked?" the other me asked, eyebrow cocked.

I scoffed. "He's my friend, I don't think about my friends like that."

"Well," she said, bringing the cup to her lips. "You are missing out. I just had the best sex I've ever had in my life!"

I covered my face with my hands. "Gah! Don't say that!"

"Oh the things he does with his mouth," she drawled, closing her eyes. "You'd like that."

"Stop!" I cried, putting my hands over my ears. "This is too weird!" I needed to come up with a plan and fast, before she painted mental pictures I couldn't unsee. Standing up, I started looking around, as if the answer would appear out of thin air. "I'm going into town," I said, thinking aloud, "and I'm going to find where Kirk is hiding and make him explain what the hell he did to me … to us … ugh, you know what I mean."

"Okay," she said, grinning cheekily. "I'll be here, thinking about last night."

I glared at myself. "I'm going to the diner. Don't leave the house. I'll find Kirk, bring him back here, and get this whole mess fixed."

When the bells signaled my arrival, I saw everyone in the diner look up and give me a knowing smile. Oh my god. Apparently, whatever show I put on for the town was going down in the history books. Kirk was nowhere to be found, so I would just have to ask if he'd been by already. I went up to the counter, but before I could ask Caesar where Kirk was, he spoke first.

"Luke's upstairs, go on up." He winked.

"Oh, I, uh… okay," I said lamely. I decided I would go say hi then come back down and find Kirk. It would probably look suspicious if I was acting like I would rather see Kirk than Luke, and this wasn't exactly a shenanigan I was willing to share.

I knocked lightly on the apartment door, tapping my foot nervously. He opened it, and a huge smile came over his face. Well, that was new and different.

"Hey, sorry I had to leave before you woke up. I had a delivery this morning and I knew Caesar wouldn't be here early enough."

"Oh yeah, it's fine," I said, waving my hand to brush off the comment. Then before I could blink, he pulled me to him with one arm and kissed me soundly on the lips. For a moment, I was too shocked to react, then I began to realize how amazing of a kisser he was. Tentatively, I kissed back, softening my lips against his.

Then, he pulled me farther into the room and shut the door behind us, pressing our bodies closer together and deepening the kiss. The rational part of me knew that I needed to pull back, to stop this, but between the show I'd seen the day before and the sensations that were spreading all over my body, I felt helpless to resist.

He was the first one to pull away, and I could feel myself wobbling. He held me steady, and looked into my eyes. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he said in a husky voice.

"Yeah?" I said, breathless.

"Last night was…" he trailed off a moment, looking deeply into my eyes. "Perfect," he said finally.

"Perfect," I repeated dumbly. He grinned again.

"Can you stay a little while?" he asked, his arms holding me even closer.

"I'm all yours," I said, keeping my tone light but standing was growing increasingly difficult against his hard body.

He moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered, "I'm going to make you come over and over again, until you're screaming my name." Then he licked my neck from collarbone to earlobe, sucking lightly on the tender skin at his destination.

"Oh my god," I moaned. He captured my lips again, and I was falling into his embrace.

We stumbled toward the bed, and somehow I landed on my back, clutching his shirt in my fists. My left leg was dangling off the side of the bed, and we were both breathing heavily. When I looked up at him and our eyes met, my last remaining thread of resistance snapped. I started yanking at his shirts. "I need to feel you," I panted. His feet were still on the floor by the bed, and he straightened slightly, practically ripping off both shirts in his haste. I was already pulling off my t-shirt, and tossed it aside. His hands immediately cupped my breasts, and I arched my back into him. "Pants," I muttered, my fingers trembling as I began to tug on the button on my jeans.

"God, you're amazing," he said, his voice deep and husky. After I'd released the zipper on my pants, he pulled them down. My attention immediately went to his jeans, and we battled together, his focus on getting my shoes and socks off to free my legs from my jeans, and mine trying to open his despite the growing bulge making it difficult to gain purchase on the zipper. If I hadn't been intoxicated with lust, I would have laughed.

Finally free of our clothes, with the absurd exception of my bra, he practically fell on me, his lips and hands covering every part of my body. I returned the favor, running my hands all over the firm muscles on his back, arms, and ass. I felt his fingers inside me and gasped from the intimate touch. "Ready?" he asked, his voice whispering seductively in my ear, making me throb with anticipation. I couldn't speak, so I nodded.

My left leg still dangling off the side, and my right bent at the knee with my foot resting on the mattress, he leaned over me and eased his cock inside of me. All I could do was gaze up at him, overcome by how damn good it felt to be with Luke.

We moved together, lips fused and clinging tightly to each other. He reached behind me to finally unsnap my bra, and moved it aside to lave my breast with his tongue, swirling and sucking in succession. I moaned loudly, and he chuckled. "Everyone's going to hear," he murmured.

"I don't care," I whispered. "I hope they do hear. Oh my god, Luke, you're incredible." He groaned, thrusting harder. "I want them to know what you're doing to me," I said, my nails digging into his back.

"I'm so close," he groaned, his right hand moving to grasp my hip tightly, the other holding himself upright.

"With you," I gasped, feeling the beginning of my climax rippling through my body. When the full force of it hit, my eyes snapped open and I cried out his name. I felt him burst immediately after, shooting his release inside of me.

He slumped forward, our foreheads brushing against each other. We were breathing heavily, spent from the intensity of our coupling.

"Oh my god," I murmured. He chuckled, his breath tickling my face. He pressed a few kisses to my jaw and cheek, and then pulled himself away from me. I sat up a little, still feeling a little dizzy. "You've been holding out on me," I said weakly, poking him in the chest with my finger. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles softly.

"Well, now you know my secret," he said tenderly. He let go of my hand and began picking up the clothes scattered around his feet. "I wish I could stay up here with you, but I really should go help in the diner for awhile."

"It's fine, I actually need to find Kirk," I said, accepting the clothes he was handing to me and dressing myself.

"Aw, don't be too hard on him. He's an idiot, he probably didn't mean to hit you."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You, of all people, are telling me not to be too hard on Kirk?" He laughed again. I'd never heard him laugh so much.

"Well, I'm feeling extra forgiving today," he said, bending down to kiss me again.

When I stepped through the curtain and back into the diner, I spotted Kirk as he walked in the door. "Kirk!" I cried, and I flew towards him. He covered his head when I got close, but I just grabbed him by the elbow and started dragging him out the door.

"What's going on? Don't hurt me!" he wailed. "It was an accident, I swear!"

"You'll see," I said angrily, continuing to drag him toward my house.

When we arrived, I shoved Kirk inside and slammed the door. "Hey, other Lorelai!" I called. There was no response. "Hey! Thing 2!" Leaving Kirk standing in the entryway looking befuddled, I ran up the stairs. Frantically, I started searching the house, throwing open doors and looking under things. I felt panic bubble up in my throat. "Shit shit shit," I muttered, pounding back down the stairs, and running into the kitchen. There was literally no sign of her. Perfect.

I picked up the cordless phone in the entryway and thrust it at Kirk. He blinked at me. "Call the diner," I directed. "Ask for me."

"But you're here," he said, scratching his head.

"Yes, but my lookalike isn't, and I'm guessing she probably went sniffing around the diner to relive last night."

"What happened last night?" he asked. A faint blush tinged my cheeks. Now more than ever, I had a very good idea of what happened last night.

"Nothing!" I snapped. "Just call!" Obligingly, he took the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Caesar. This is Kirk Gleason." He paused. "Fine, thanks, how are you today?"

I glared at him, and he cleared his throat. "Ah, yes, I was wondering if Lorelai was there?" He paused again to listen. "Oh, she's upstairs? Would you mind getting her?"

More silence, and he began to look confused. "What do you mean, no? Ohhh, I get it," he continued, nodding his head in agreement with whatever Caesar was saying. "Well, I guess I'll try again-"

I kicked him in the shin, hard, and he yelped. "Oh, I'm fi-"

I went to kick him again, and he changed his mind on what he was about to say. "Uh, actually, I'm at Lorelai's house and I seem to have locked myself in her closet. No rush, but if you could get her to come home, that would be fantastic."

He hung up, and rubbed his leg, giving me a wounded expression. "Now that was just uncalled for," he said pityingly.

"I'm sorry, Kirk, but we need to get her over here so we can fix whatever it is that you did."

"How do you know it's my fault? And what did I do?" he asked.

"You're the one who tried to kill me with that stick, so I'm basing it off that. Somehow you made it so that there are two Lorelais, one of which is apparently super randy and uncontrollable."

He considered this for a moment. "Well, the woman I bought the piñata supplies from did seem a little fishy," he said, stroking his chin.

"Ah, ha!" I cried.

"So two Lorelais, huh? Maybe I have a chance with one of them?"

I groaned. "Sorry, Kirk, I'm not interested and the other one is definitely Team Luke Danes."

"Too bad," he sighed.

I directed him toward the couch. "Sit there and don't move. I'm going to look out the window and wait for her to come back." He sat back and started to whistle. I didn't have the energy to start an argument over it, so I just tried to tune it out.

I couldn't believe my evil twin was horny enough to go after Luke again. Although, it definitely was in Luke's favor if he had enough stamina for two Lorelais. I kept my eyes peeled on the edge of the driveway, but when I saw her finally appear with Luke in tow, I started to panic.

"Kirk!" I grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him in the hall closet, then jammed something under the door to make it believable.

"Lorelai? You aren't leaving me here are you?" came the muffled voice.

"Don't worry, Luke will get you out in a few minutes. I'm going to hide upstairs, get rid of Luke and keep the other Lorelai here!" I ran up the stairs and waited by my bedroom door to listen.

I heard voices downstairs, but I couldn't make out the words. I strained to hear, but I only got bits and pieces. I could tell that Luke was able to open the door, and I heard brief snippets of a conversation between the three of them. I crept closer so that I could just barely see them.

"Lorelai, I was wondering if I could hear your expert opinion on my latest poem. It's for Mother, but it needs to be just right, and I have several versions I wanted to run past you."

"I'm going to go back to the diner," Luke interrupted. He kissed the fake Lorelai and I felt a shiver of jealousy. Real jealousy, because now I knew what those kisses were like. Mine, I thought possessively. After he left, it looked like Kirk was actually about to start his recitation, so I bounded down the stairs.

I didn't know if Kirk didn't believe me, or if the sight of two identical Lorelais - albeit in different outfits, and her hair looked better than mine - was just that jaw-dropping, but he looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"You… you're… uh… " he said, his eyes shifting back and forth between us.

"Yep, Doublemint Twins here," Psuedo-Lorelai said.

"I… did that?" he asked, still looking baffled.

"Ugh!" I wanted to pull out my own hair in frustration. "Just fix this, Kirk!" I yelled. "Do some of that Mexican voodoo again and make the other me disappear!"

"How come you get to be the one that stays?" Fake Lorelai asked petulantly. "I think I'm doing a better job here. I got the man." I glared at her.

"Really, Lorelai, you could be a little more culturally sensitive," Kirk lectured. "Voodoo is generally considered to have its origins in Haiti or West Africa, but Mexicans have Aztec culture as part of their ancient roots." I shifted my glare to rest on him, and he clamped his mouth shut.

"Let me just get that stick and I'll be right back," he said, practically running out the door.

"I can't believe you," I hissed, once Kirk was out of sight. "You couldn't wait a few hours for me to come back?"

"Well, you sampled the goods. How is a girl supposed to resist that?" she asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. That was my hair flip. How dare she?

"How did you know I sampled?" I demanded.

She shrugged. "Luke may have mentioned something."

I felt embarrassed along with annoyed. I stamped my foot angrily. "Ugh! It was just a few hours! You definitely can't be me, I have more self-control than that."

"Do you?" she asked, leveling her gaze at me. "You got pregnant at 16, didn't you?" I huffed. No wonder people were annoyed by me. My most immature half was right here in front of me, and no matter what, I couldn't make her disappear. Kirk's stick had better fix this.

We spent the rest of the time in silence, alternatively staring at each other in annoyance and pretending the other didn't exist. Half an hour later, Kirk came back, huffing and puffing from exertion, but with the stick in his hands.

"Finally!" I said, throwing my hands in the air. "Rory is going to be back any minute and I really don't want to explain this to her. I don't even want to know what kind of horrible influence you'd be," I added, pointing at my alter ego. She rolled her eyes.

"So what should I do?" he asked.

"Hit her," both of us Lorelais said in unison, and then we glared at each other.

"Maybe I should hit you both at the same time?" he suggested.

I bit m y lip, thinking. "Fine," I said, "It's worth a shot." I grabbed the other me by the elbow and pulled her closer so we were side to side. Kirk stood in an exaggerated batter's stance, wiggling his rear end and gripping the stick tightly. I closed my eyes and waited for the smack. And waited. I cracked an eye open. He was still standing there, his own eyes closed and making a grimacing face. "What are you doing?" I asked him, my irritation rising.

He loosened his hold on the stick. "I can't do it!" he sobbed. "I can't hit you on purpose, Lorelai! I swear, yesterday it was an accident!"

"Whatever," I groused. I grabbed the stick from him but before I could even bring it to a swing, the other Lorelai grabbed for it.

"Oh, no you don't!" she said, but when both our hands grasped it, I heard a whooshing noise and a bright light flashed in my eyes. I fell onto my ass on the floor, still holding the stick. When I blinked my eyes open again, there was just me and Kirk in the room.

I jumped up, heading straight for the fireplace. "I don't know what kind of crazy magic is in this thing, whether voodoo or Aztec or Disney, but it's about to get crispy," I said, pulling aside the screen and reaching for the book of matches on the mantle. I risked a glance at Kirk, but he didn't seem bothered about his stick becoming fireplace food. I threw the stick in, glitter and all, and then struck the match and tossed it in, too. I watched it for a moment, making sure it was getting sufficiently ashy. I was about to step away when I heard the front door open, and Rory walked in.

"Kirk," she said in surprise. He nodded in her direction. "Wasn't expecting to see you here." She gave me a sharp look. "Luke, on the other hand, would have been more in line with my expectations."

I gulped. "Rory, I'm sorry, yesterday was a little crazy. I promise we'll talk later, but right now, I have to go." She kept giving me her best stern look, but I knew I needed to sort things out with Luke. I ran out the door, hearing Kirk begin to tell Rory about the dilemma he was having with his poetry.

I threw the diner door open, the bells clanging even louder than usual. My entrance startled most of the customers, and I saw Luke's head snap up from where he was taking an order. I walked past him, muttering in his ear on the way, "Upstairs, when you get a minute."

It took him about twenty minutes to get away, and I was practically hyperventilating by then. He gave me a sexy grin when he saw me, and my heart melted. "Back for more?" he asked suggestively, shutting the door behind him.

"Not exactly," I said. "We need to talk."

Luke leveled his gaze at me, waiting expectantly for me to talk. I felt nervous all of a sudden. "Well, first I wanted to say that if I hadn't been hit in the head, I probably wouldn't have kissed you," I said. I heard him suck in a deep breath, and I suddenly realized that he was getting the wrong impression. "No!" I said, holding up my hands, "That's not what I mean!"

"Well, what do you mean?" he asked with irritation.

"So, I don't know exactly how, but when that stick connected with my head, it was like something inside of me, something buried deep down was shaken loose, and it was like, I don't know, I just knew. You know?" Luke was looking at me with a raised eyebrow and his mouth slightly open, like he wanted to say something but had no idea what to say to my insane ramblings. I threw my hands in the air, trying to get everything that was zooming around in my brain to come out of my mouth. "Oh god, Luke, it's just I can't explain it. I've never felt like this before, so spastic and confused, but then everything seems so clear, like I'm confused that it's not more confusing."

"Lorelai," he said gently, coming closer and gently holding my arms, to stop my frantic waving and flapping. "You're not making any sense, which isn't anything new for you, but I think you're trying to tell me something and I'm not really getting it." He started rubbing my arms slowly, looking at me, really looking at me, and I felt that falling sensation again.

"I want this," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "You. Me. This." His lips quirked in a little smile, and I felt him pulling me closer. I stumbled forward, already losing my sense of balance with just that little touch. He bent forward, and brushed my lips with his so that they just connected with the slightest touch. I leaned closer, wanting more.

"Lorelai," he said again, and I could feel a shiver all the way down to my toes. I loved the way he said my name.

"Hmm," I murmured, closing my eyes.

"I never thought I'd say this, but thank god for Kirk."