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Rory walked slowly to back to her dorm and sat down on the couch, staring off into space.

"What just happened?" She thought as she tried to analyze what happened at Logan's dorm.

Paris walked in a few minutes later, complaining about Doyle and their lack of relationship, demanding Rory's opinion on this.

"Rory?" She asked, getting no response. "RORY!" She yelled, waving her hands in front of her face.

This got Rory's attention.

"Paris? When did you get back?"

"I've been here for about 10 minutes, and you have been dead to the world. Did you go to Logan's?" Paris asked gently

"Yea, he said he could only do casual." She said with tears in her eyes, before they clouded over in anger. "This is all my mothers fault! She put the idea in my head. She doesn't like him because he has money, and doesn't want me to date a guy from grandma and grandpa's world!" She seethed.

After a few minutes of stewing in her anger, Rory got up and walked into her room.

"Paris! Get ready, we are going out! I'm going to prove to my mother that I am not her! I can do casual! This is college! She should be glad I'm doing casual with a guy!" Rory yelled, as she changed her clothes.

Paris just grinned and shook her head.

"Gilmore, what are you getting yourself into?" She thought as she put on a pair of boots.


Things at the pub were wild. Rory was drinking and having a blast. She got up and danced with several guys before she noticed Logan and his friends staring at her. Rory just smirked at them and continued dancing.

"Wow! Look at Reporter girl move!" Finn exclaimed, licking his lips.

"Damn Logan, if the girl can move like that, she is worth the strings!" Colin exclaimed.

"Shut up, and give me another shot." Logan grumbled.

"Wait, does this mean we can't hang out with the reporter anymore?" Finn said, with horror in his eyes.

"NO!" Logan shouted, and walked over to Rory.

"Can I help you?" She asked

"Yes. Come sit with me and my friends. Completely platonic." Logan said.

"Alright, lets go." Rory said walking over to his table.

"Hey boys!" Rory exclaimed as she sat down.

"Rory! Love! I was afraid that I would never get to see your beautiful face again!" Finn said, giving her a smacking kiss on the cheek.

"Finn! Like I could live without you!" Rory replied.

"I know you couldn't, so lets not even discuss that type of agony, after all, where would you be without a gorgeous exotic man?"

"Finn, go get a drink, I see a red head up there!" Colin said.

"And I'm off!" Finn said, getting up and bowing dramatically, "Rory, until we meet again!"

Rory laughed and shooed him off to go find the redhead. She spent the rest of the night drinking with Colin and Logan.


The next day, Rory woke up with a huge hangover.

"Ugh." She said as she rolled over in bed, crashing into something.

"Rory, what the hell are you doing?" A muffled male voice asked.


"No screaming! Please!" Colin pleaded. "Shut up, we are still dressed. Nothing happened. I walked you back here, and we passed out on the bed."

Rory blushed. "Ok, go back to sleep. I'm getting coffee."

"Whatever." Colin said, closing his eyes.

Rory chuckled and got up. She realized that she was in her silk negligee and looked around the room. Colin was in his tee-shirt and boxers. A quick check in the trash can, Rory's face drained of color.

"Colin. Something happened."

Colin instantly sobered up and shot out of bed.


Rory held out the trash-can which held an obviously recently used condom.

"Shit." They said simultaneously

Rory looked up and whispered.

"It's torn."

Colin gasped and laid back down.

"This is all a dream." He kept muttering as Rory started to hyperventilate.


A/N: So, what do you think? This will be a Cory. RR please. Sorry its so short, but it means I can update quicker!