A/N: This is the final story for the 'When he first…' series. Sequel to When He First Saw Her and When He First Met Her and When He First Met Her Daughter…Enjoy…
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls…
When He First Kissed Her
Why was he here? Why had he agreed to come? Why did he even agree to do this for her?
These questions ran through his head as he sat in her living room.
It was Rory's tenth birthday and Lorelai, not being able to cook or bake, asked Luke to bake a cake for her daughter. He said yes. She told him to meet at her house.
It wasn't that he didn't want to see her house, he did. He wanted to see where this woman lived. Her layout, the broken down house that held her daughter and her-self. Her kitchen that was rarely used, the living room where they sat and watched TV shows and movies and read books, their bathrooms, their bedrooms.
The place where they, she lived. The place where they laughed, they cried, eat, drank, smiled and ordered take-out.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, he did, but he was just scared. Yes, Luke Danes was scared. He liked her, as just a friend, nothing more and he didn't want to embarrass him-self in front of her.
His mind was brought from within its self when Lorelai plunked her-self next to him with a sigh.
"I'm bored." She finally stated.
"The cake-" he said, but was cut off by her.
"still has fifteen minutes. And I'm bored. Entertain me, Luke." She demanded looking at him. He raised his eyebrows.
"And just what would you like me to do to keep your life fun?" She shrugged her shoulders and a frown on her beautiful face. It didn't look right. Before he could think anymore about it, turned her bright blues on him once more.
"Come on, Luke!" She whined. "Think of something!" Luke mimicked Lorelai's sigh from seconds ago.
"We could make-out." Lorelai pointed out suddenly.
Luke nearly jumped. His breathing increased, fast and shallow. His eyes darted from left to right to left again, to look at anything that wasn't her. His hands wrung each other out, his right thumb nail digging into his left index finger.
He was sure his face was flushed with red tinting from the blood rushing to his cheeks and other parts of his face.
"I really like you too Lore, I just, its just, we haven't, I mean we shouldn't, that is-" Luke stopped mid-stutter when Lorelai broke out in a fit of laughter.
"What?" Luke demanded, but she just kept laughing. He waited until her laughter turned into giggles and she wiped tears out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry Luke that was really funny. I was just joking, but that passed a good five minutes." She looked at him again and erupted into giggles.
Luke didn't know what possessed him to do it, but years from this moment, he would say that it was the greatest thing he ever did.
He kissed her. Lips to lips. His upper lip caressed her bottom one. He felt her face morph into one of shock and just as he was going to pull away, her eyes fluttered shut, she kissed him back and her arms snaked them-self's around his neck.
Okay so maybe he liked her as more than a friend.
The End For Real
A/N: No more of this…Its done for good…