Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Gilmore Girls. All I own is the plot my overly active imagination has created.

Time Frame: Post The Breakup Part II, Pre The Third Lorelei

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe

Summary: Rory and Tristan react a little differently to that night on the piano bench.

Feedback: Always appreciated.

Author’s Ramblings: I’m not sure where that came from, just an idea. Wishful thinking, I guess. Lol. Oh how different things would have turned out.

8.24.04 – Reposted Revised Updated & Edited Okay, so I'm sitting in my comfy hotel room at two o'clock in the morning unable to sleep, searching my laptop for started and abandoned story ideas. For some reason I decide to take pity on this fic, and make it a short, multi parter. Here's the first chapter; it's CC&FLG redone.

From Kiss To Kiss

Part 1: Insert Middle Name

By Bookwormz

He'd kissed her.

Mary. Rory. He'd kissed Rory. Lorelei. Lorelei Gilmore.

He didn't know her middle name.

Not that he knew the middle names of other girls he kissed.

Hell, he barely knew their first names.

He'd kissed her by the piano.

At the piano, to be more specific.

On the piano bench. How cheesy was that?

She came in not even expecting to see him there, and he wound up kissing her.

Huh.

Interesting turn of events.

He didn't know how it had happened. They were talking about Biology, Spanish; he didn't know how that led to kissing.

But it did, and that led to tears.

After the kiss she'd burst into tears.

And the moron that he was, the only thing he could do was ask if he'd bitten her lip. Of course he hadn't bitten her lip. He never bit a lip when kissing. Kissing, sex, leering, these were his strong points.

So naturally, seeing a girl go to tears because he had kissed her came as somewhat of a shock.

He should have gone after her. He should have made sure she was okay. He should have done something, instead of just letting her walk away.

But he hadn't.

He didn't know what to do.

That was a reaction he'd never had to deal with. He'd never had a girl burst into hysterics after being kissed by him.

Then again, he never knew what to say, or what to do, around Rory.

He’d called her odd, right before he’d kissed her. And she thanked him. She thanked him. He’d meant it as a compliment, but he didn’t think she take it as one.

Proving once again how odd she really was.

He may not know her middle name, but he knew other things about her.

He knew that she loved to read; he knew she brought at least three books to school with her everyday. Three different types.

He knew that when she was nervous or anxious, she'd bite her lower lip. Sometimes, she'd bite it so hard that it would bleed.

Whenever something good had happened, he could always tell.

She couldn't hide it; even though he was sure she tried to. When she was happy, she couldn't keep a smile from creeping up her face. She just had to smile.

He liked her smile.

He knew that she loved eighty's music.

That she liked P. J. Harvey, and Bjork, whoever they were. He'd hear her humming the tunes during class sometimes. She listened to their music everyday at lunch.

She ate lunch by herself.

He knew that bothered her, even though she would never admit it. She wanted to be accepted, to be part of the group. She just wanted to fit in.

But what she didn't realize was that she was born to stand out.

Jesus Christ. How idiotic did he sound?

She was different, unique. He'd called her odd. She was her own person, refusing to change for anyone. And that made her stand out even more.

And the idiocy continued.

He hated to admit to, but that was probably the best kiss of hid life. It had only lasted a few seconds. But he knew it was.

She'd tasted like, like coffee. She'd definitely tasted like coffee.

Figures. She was addicted to it. He knew that too.

She tasted like coffee, with a hint of chocolate.

He closed his eyes, and chocolate...and ...and fruity lip gloss.

Rory Gilmore tasted like coffee, chocolate, and fruity lip gloss.

He thought about that for a moment, realizing just how well that description actually fit her.

She tasted like coffee, exhilarating, full of energy, coffee, which came in so many flavors, just like her. She expressed so many emotions.

She tasted like chocolate, sweet, exotic, all around melt-in-your-mouth goodness. And Tristan could testify that she could melt in your mouth.

Dam it Gilmore.

What the hell was she doing to him?

She tasted like lip gloss, fruity lip gloss. Fruity-tangy-a bit of a surprise,-spice things up lip gloss. Lip gloss is sparkly, sheer. It stands out.

Rory Gilmore tasted like coffee, chocolate, and fruity lip gloss.

Not that he’d tasted her for long.

She’d pulled away, ran away, cried.

What was he not as good as Dean?

Ha! Like that was possible.

Stock boy.

Dean.

He hated that name, never mind the guy.

What an idiot he was for breaking up with her. A complete idiot. She deserved better.

Lorelei, unknown middle name, Gilmore deserved better than that stock boy.

He still couldn’t believe the way he’d blown up at him at the dance.

Don’t get him wrong.

The stock boy had it coming.

But not then.

He shouldn’t have done it then.

In front of the whole school.

In front of Rory.

He’d lost his cool.

DuGray’s were not supposed to loose their cool.

But Tristan always seemed rather luke-warm around Rory.

He still didn't know what it was that made him turn into a five year old around her.

He'd done everything baring throwing rocks, and pulling her hair.

Scratch that.

One time, when he was sitting behind her in Lit class, he pulled on her pony tail, just to annoy her.

She simply scowled.

He used to stare at her during class too.

Just sit there, looking at her.

He liked watching her, the way she worked, her concentration.

He’d only gotten caught once, by Miss Caldecott.

But he shrugged it off, and Rory pretended not to notice.

There was that time with Mr. Medina too.

But he’d done it privately after class.

He’d been more subtle, just asking if there was a reason for his distance lately.

Yeah...there was a reason.

She had brown hair, blue eyes, and was the weirdest person he ever met.

He smirked at this.

And that was it.

This was it, he realized. He just wasn't sure what that it, was.

He didn't think it was love, at least not yet, anyway.

But it could be, someday, it could be love.

Tristan DuGray had finally fallen for someone.

He'd fallen for her.

Lorelei, insert middle name, Gilmore had changed him.

But he didn’t have to admit it. He wouldn’t admit it.

Dam her.

He just had.

He’d fallen for her, and admitted it. There was no going back now.

School sure would be fun on Monday morning.