Ok…so…I know I should not be writing another story because I have others that need to be completed and that are taking me forever to update. However, the issue is that my muse going crazy. I want to write so bad but I'm blocked on my other stories. It just won't let me write them. It will, however, let me write this. And I mean write this. I am so into this story right now I plan to have it done in a snap.

It is a story set after So…Good Talk when Logan invites Rory to spend spring break with him at Yale. It's only going to be about 5-7 chapters. One chapter for everyday they are alone together and perhaps an epilogue. It depends on how I feel after the last chapter I write. I already know what the last line is going to be and depending on how people react I may or may not write an epilogue.

So anyway…. In short, I'm sorry I'm posting another story before my others are finished but I think you are going to like it. This story is dedicated to everyone who has ever had an awkward beginning. And oh yea…. review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

Out of the Ordinary

Sunday: The Call

This was it.

His dorm room. The room where she would more than likely spend a week in bed with him, doing things that would definitely not make appropriate Friday night dinner conversation.

She couldn't help but smile. For some reason she kind of liked this bad girl thing she had going on: going to parties, having stringless sex. It was so un-Rory Gilmore. It was kind of nice to escape from herself, from that perfect image she has so carefully crafted for just a moment.

Then there was Logan. Words could not describe how smitten she was with one Logan Huntzberger. She had never had such a crush in her life. He was the only boy who had the power to turn her into a blushing stammering, moron. Even Dean, the first boy she had ever loved never had this affect on her.

He thoughts were only confirmed as he opened his door, dressed in a navy blue polo shirt and a khaki pants. He smiled at her.

"Hey, Ace."

Rory beamed back at him and opened her mouth to say hello. However, when she did, she found a whole gallon of word vomit rising up her throat instead.

"Ok…so I just have to say that I'm sure Yale is very peaceful like this during the day, just like you said. However, at night, not so much. As soon as I got here I went back to my dorm to drop off the piles of laundry that I brought with me to Stars Hollow this weekend because I don't have any extra money to go to the Laundromat so basically I've been living like a hobo in dirty clothes for the past two weeks which is really gross, I know. But anyway….after I dropped off my stuff at my dorm I started walking over here and it was the creepiest hundred yards I have ever walked in my life. I swear at every dark corner I thought someone was going to jump out and rape me. And then I started having flashes Jack Nicholson following me around with an axe. It was terrifying."

Rory walked right passed him and into his dorm where she immediately started unwrapping the white knit scarf around her neck. She threw it on the couch and turned to back to him with a huge smile on her face, the smile of a little girl who just realized that the boy she liked actually liked her back. She was giddy.

Some of her giddiness wore off, however, when she noticed Logan staring at her with his mouth moving up and down like a fish. He thought she was crazy.

"Uh…. oh…" Logan said, trying with all his might to remember all those lessons his mother had dragged him to on how to be a gentleman and hold a conversation. For some reason he was coming up short. "You could have called me if you were scared. I would have picked you up…"

Rory chortled. "Oh, no, Logan. It was fine. It wasn't that bad really."

"Well…I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything…"

"Logan, it was fine, really," Rory assured.

They stood there staring at each other in silence for a moment before Rory lost the strength and moved her gaze to the floor. Logan started looking around his dorm room, trying to think of something – anything to say to break the ice. They both seemed to realize at that moment that this was the first time they had ever interacted in a non-sexual way with just the two of them standing in one room.

"Can I take your coat?"

Suddenly those lessons kicked in and Logan stepped forward, walking over to her and helping her out of her bright red pea coat.

"Thanks," Rory said as he pulled it off her shoulders and walked over to the coat closet, finding a hanger and hanging it up. "Did you want my scarf too…or…"

"Uh…yea, sure," Logan said. Rory handed it to him and he placed it over her coat and closed the closet door. He walked over to Rory and they had another brief stare session.

"So…" Rory said, her lips curling up in a smile, trying to diffuse some of the awkwardness.

"So…" Logan echoed, his lips following suit. "Sit. Have a seat," Rory did as he said.

"Do you want something to drink? I have soda, wine, beer…"

"Scotch," Rory supplied with a smile.

"You know my drink," Logan said with a smile mirroring hers.

Rory shrugged. "I was watching you at my Grandparent's wedding."

"You were watching me?" Logan teased.

Rory blushed bright red and looked down at her feet, just noticing that she was wearing two different socks, making her even more embarrassed. She was going to have to explain that later. She shuffled her feet in an effort to hide her mismatched socks, which did not go unnoticed by Logan. He saw the awkward movement and looked down at her feet in confusion.

"Well…I mean….I saw…I saw you go to the bar a couple times and come back with brown stuff and I know that scotch is brown because my mom and my grandma and I broke into the pool house where my grandpa was staying not too long ago to get some and I thought scotch was clear and my Mom made fun of me for it so I know its not clear now….and they were pouring MaCallan which I think is scotch….I'm not sure but I think my Grandpa drinks it sometimes and he likes scotch so I just assumed…"

"You ramble a lot don't you?"

Rory did not know it was possible for her cheeks to grow any redder than they already were. "I'm sorry."

"No. It's cute."

Cute.

"I'll have a scotch. I like scotch."

"Have you ever had it before?" Logan asked.

"Yea, that night I was telling you about. I had some then. It was good."

"Ok," Logan said, walking over to a cabinet where they kept all the alcohol. "Do you want it neat?"

"Oh," Rory said. "Is there a difference between neat and dirty?"

Logan smile went a mile wide. "No…uh….do you want ice or no?"

"Oh right," Rory said, shaking her head. "Duh, Gilmore. I'm sorry….uh…no ice."

"No ice, really?" Logan asked. This girl was going through a lot of shit she didn't have to go through to get him to like her.

"Nope just…right out of the bottle."

"Ok," Logan said with a nod before picking up two tumblers and pouring some scotch into both. He walked over to the couch and handed one to Rory who took the drink with a smile. He felt sorry for her already.

"Cheers," Rory said, tapping her glass to his. They both brought the tumblers to their lips to take a taste. Rory took a sip and immediately turned her head and spit it out in the other direction before starting a coughing fit.

"You've never had scotch before in your life have you?" Logan asked. Rory shook her head as she continued to cough, her hand over her chest. "I kind of guessed."

"I'm…so….so…sorry, Logan." Rory said, coughing in-between her words.

"Don't worry about it," Logan said, getting up and getting some paper towels to clean up the mess.

"But I just spit scotch all over your furniture!" Rory said, jumping up from the couch and walking over to him. As she reached him she tried to pry the paper towels out of his hands "At least let me clean it up. It's my mess."

"Ace," Logan said. "Seriously, it's fine. A lot worse things have happened in this dorm than a sprinkling of scotch. Its fine. The furniture will live."

"But-"

"Sit," Logan said with an authority that Rory couldn't challenge. She sat back down, mentally flogging herself as she did, and looked out the window. Suddenly anything other than what was going on in this room had an extreme interest to her.

"You know really…" Logan started. "It's probably a good thing that you spit all that alcohol on here. There were probably some questionable organisms swimming around on here. Now they're dead."

"Or drunk."

Logan laughed and nodded as he finished up and threw the towels away. "Right."

"I'm really sorry."

"Rory," Logan sighed.

"I just….I don't want you to think that I'm an idiot…"

"I don't think you're an idiot," Logan said.

"Really? Cause in case you forgot since I've gotten here I've gone off on two random tangents, lied to you about drinking scotch, spit it all over your furniture, and to top it all off I'm not even wearing matching socks and I've been trying to hide my feet ever since I sat down."

"Rory," Logan said. "You got into Yale of your own volition. I know you're not an idiot. And you don't have to like scotch and wear the same socks to impress me, okay? I'm already impressed with you. If I wasn't' you wouldn't be here. Now just relax. I'll get you some wine."

Rory smiled. "Wine sounds good."


His arm was starting to hurt. It seemed like he had been at this for hours. In and out. In and out. One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. What the hell was wrong with him? This was something that he had succeeded with several times in the past. He hadn't taken this long to get a girl off since he was in high school. Maybe he was regressing. Maybe it was true what they said about men peaking in their late teens. He was twenty-two. It was all downhill from here.

A moan from above his head broke him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Rory's face scrunched in what could only be described as discomfort. As if his ego wasn't bruised enough already.

"Tell me what you want," Logan said dipping his head down and running his tongue along her folds. She shuttered and he mentally added that to the list of things she seemed to like.

"You're good…" Rory said, blushing at the thought of having to actually tell him what to do. Never in a million years would she be able to bring herself to do something like that. She blushed when Carrie Bradshaw talked about sex.

She could tell he was getting frustrated. His continuous sighs were not those of a man enthralled with passion but rather those of a man who was going crazy trying to accomplish a seemingly impossible goal. What was wrong with her? This was something she had succeeded with several times in the past. She'd had many an orgasm in her day. She even had one when she and Logan had sex that one time a couple weeks ago. For some reason that time just didn't seem as strange.

She couldn't relax.

Suddenly she found Logan's lips moving North. He'd given up. He had marked her as a lost cause.

He kissed a trail up over her belly button all the way to her breasts. It was time to try something new. Something – anything that would help her to come. He was pulling out all the stops now. He was not not going to get through this night without getting her off. It was going to happen. He was not going to let himself become that guy.

He kissed around her breast until he came to her nipple, which he hungrily sucked into his mouth. His lips curled into a smile around it as he heard her gasp with gratitude. His right hand traveled south and disappeared between her legs. She gasped louder as his middle finger started moving in circles around her clit.

"Is that better?" Logan asked as his lips released her breast and started kissing up her neck. Rory nodded. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her and she bit her lip as she finally let go. She let out another moan as she came and threw her head back into the pillow.

Logan kept going.

"Ok…" Rory said.

"What?" he asked as he pressed down on her clit once again. Rory winced.

"You can stop now."

"Why?" Logan asked with a smirk just before thrusting two fingers inside of her.

"Logan, stop! Seriously. It hurts now!" Rory said as she pushed him off of her. Logan rolled over on the bed and threw his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry," He said. "I just wanted…."

"It's okay," Rory said, moving to climb over him. "It's your turn now."

There were many things about Rory Gilmore that confused him. Though, the last thing he was about to do now was complain.


Twin beds were not made for two people.

That was something Logan Huntzberger had learned the hard way that night. There was no room and he was hot. He couldn't sleep when he was hot. He liked to sleep in the cold. But with her body draped over his, emitting all kinds of heat, he couldn't relax for a single second.

This was weird. He'd never fallen asleep next to a girl before. Well….there was his sister….but that was when he was five and afraid of a thunderstorm. He'd never fallen asleep next to a date before. If Rory could be considered a date.

He wasn't sure what the status of their relationship was. He was sleeping with her. That much he knew. Whether or not he was sleeping with her successfully was somewhat up in the air but the fact remained that they had engaged in sexual intercourse and chances were as the week progressed they would engage in more. Hopefully it would get better with time.

But as much as he wanted to think that his issues with his relationship with Rory were of a sexual nature, he couldn't. He would be fooling himself. The roots of his issues with their relationship were found in the fact that he had called her and asked her to spend a week alone with him at Yale. A whole week. Not a night. Not a day. A week.

He had never spent that much time alone with a single girl before in his life. And he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he wanted the first girl he did it with to be Rory Gilmore. Sure he didn't want to rip his ears off when he was around her. She was actually really fun to talk to. He found her endless rambles about nothing absolutely adorable. Though, maybe the fact that he found her adorable was another thing that majorly freaked him out about their relationship.

The main point was this: Rory Gilmore made Logan Huntzberger feel weird.

He didn't recognize the feeling he gave her and he wasn't exactly sure he was comfortable with it.

He also wasn't exactly sure he was comfortable with sharing a bed with her. He looked down at her and wanted to kick himself for being such a jackass. She looked so beautiful and so content sleeping next to him. He realized then, however, that the reason he couldn't sleep next to her was because he allowed himself to feel like a jackass for being indifferent toward her. His feelings were spiraling in a bad direction.

Hug and roll. Hug and roll.

Whoever invented this move was a genius. He hugged her closer to him for a brief moment and she sighed, snuggling deeper into his chest as she entered dreamland. He then flipped her over, ever so slightly so as to not roll her off of the small bed. Unfortunately for him, he did not have the same sense of caution in regards to keeping himself on the bed. He fell to the floor with a yelp and a thud.

Karma was a bitch.

"Logan?" Rory groaned.

Logan winced. "I'm fine, Ace. I'm just gonna get some water. Go back to sleep."

When he was certain that she did as he asked he slipped out of the bedroom. He grabbed a blanket from underneath the end table and lay down in the living room to finally get some rest. Perhaps without Rory there he might be able to get his mind off of her and the strange feelings she stirred within him.

Unfortunately when his face hit the leather he realized that would be pretty impossible.

His couch smelt like scotch.

TBC…


So yes. As you can see this is the not-so-romantic story of the legendary Spring Break. The way I see it, Logan started seeing someone else afterwards so it couldn't have been all rainbows and butterflies. This is how I imagine it. Pretty awkward. But don't worry they will get better with time, once they get to know each other more. It is a Rogan. But it does follow the show. There will be no AUness going on. Please review and tell me if you think I should continue or if I should not waste my time. Thanks guys!