A Suit and Tie Type Thing, GG, PG, Chapter 5
Title: A Suit and Tie Type Thing, Chapter 5
Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: I've tried to be consistent in having CAPITALIZATION equate volume and boldness equate emphasis, so I hope that comes through. I also hope this helps any fellow Supernatural fans get through our long long wait until September!
Summary: Dean arrives at the Gilmores' Christmas Party.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Dean approached the entrance to the Gilmore mansion. Of all the unpleasant and uncomfortable things he imagined happening this night, having to arrive and enter alone hadn't even occurred to him. And was by far one of the worst. That, on top of knowing that Rory was probably furious with him, made finding a nice hole to crawl into far more inviting than stepping through this door. Maybe if he was lucky a maid would open the door and he could sort of sneak in and find Rory before having to actually talk to either of her grandparents. He prepared himself mentally. 'Don't say the house is huge, don't say the house is huge, don't say the house is huge. Okay.' He took a deep breath, lifted his head, stood straight, squared his shoulders and rang the doorbell.
He was not lucky. Emily answered the door with a smile which dimmed slightly as she saw him. "Dean, hello. When I saw that my granddaughter had to arrive alone, I wasn't certain you'd be joining us."
Dean had already prepared himself to not take any bait offered. "Hello Emily. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," she returned, stepping back so he could enter.
He handed his coat to the waiting maid. "Thank you."
Emily looked him over like a predator looking for weakness. She seemed disappointed not to have found any flaw. "That's a lovely suit."
"Thanks."
"Is it new?"
"Yes, it is, why?"
"I just wasn't aware that a man in your profession, or I suppose I should say professions, could afford such an extravagance at this time of year."
Dean really fought hard not to let any emotion show. "Well, it is difficult to be aware of everything. But it's nice that you try. Any idea where I might find Rory?"
Emily's face lost any hint of a smile it might have had. "I believe I last saw her in the living room with Lorelai," she gestured vaguely.
"Then you'll excuse me," Dean turned from her and walked in the direction she had indicated. There were an awful lot of people, but Dean had a height advantage in almost any situation and spotted Luke and Lorelai fairly quickly.
"So, we told Michel that since Jackson was going to play Santa, he'd have to be the New Year's Baby and walk around in nothing but one of those sash-y diaper thingies all night! He - WOW!" Lorelai's eyes widened and she whistled in appreciation.
Luke looked over his shoulder to see what had caught her attention. It actually took him a second to realize that it was Dean. Clean-shaven with a new haircut and well-tailored blue suit, he probably hadn't looked this nice since his wedding. It was possible that he hadn't looked this nice at his wedding.
Dean grinned at Lorelai then ducked his head in embarrassment. Which didn't stop her from circling him and making comments. "Very sharp, there Dean! Nice threads! So this is the guy you've been hiding under the hardhat and engine grease all this time!"
"Um, where's Rory?" he asked Luke.
"Upstairs." Luke reached over and pretended to flick dust off of Dean's lapels, "Yep, you'll look nice in your coffin."
Dean winced. "She's really mad, huh?"
"Oh she passed mad a long time ago, buddy," Luke informed him.
"What happened, where have you been?" Lorelai asked.
"Well, I -"
"DEAN!"
He turned, as did most of the other guests, to see Rory descending the stairs. He walked to meet her as she reached the bottom. "Rory, I am so sor-"
"Not here!" she hissed at him. Then she stood on her toes and pecked his lips in a pale imitation of a kiss, while smiling at the other guests. "Come on!" She took his hand in a punishing grip and led him to Richard's study. Luke and Lorelai followed, in case of bloodshed.
Once the door had closed, Rory threw down Dean's hand and faced him. "Where the HELL have you been!"
"Rory, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! I tried to get home in time, I really did, I swear!"
"Uh-huh," she folded her arms, "start talking."
"I left work early, because I thought I'd get a haircut, and I had to go to Waterbury to pick up the suit. I gave myself more than enough time, everything should have been fine!"
"But?" she asked impatiently. She was actually tapping her foot.
"But the alterations weren't done, so I had to wait. I thought I'd still make it if I just came straight here. I tried to call you, but my cell is dead. So on my way here, this car spun out right in front of me and crashed through the guardrail!"
All three listeners gasped and looked at each other.
"I know," Dean continued. "I hit my brakes, and I almost went into a spin, it was black ice, totally invisible! But anyway, I stopped to see if they were okay. It was a woman and her two kids, and they were in pretty good shape, nothing broken or anything, but the whole side of the car was smashed and a piece of chrome had punctured one of the tires. She had a cell phone and she called the cops. So I put them all into the truck to wait, because it's only like twenty degrees out. I mean these kids were like six and four or something, little kids, so what could I do?" Dean held out his hands, hopelessly. "Anyway, once the cops got there, they had a way to get home and I got here as soon as I could." He leaned against Richard's desk, suddenly a bit weary as the adrenaline wore off. "I really am sorry, Rory, I knew I was going to be late, and I didn't want to upset you, but I just couldn't see anything else to do. I just couldn't, I'm sorry."
Rory, whose expression had changed during Dean's monologue from one of anger to one of affection, shook her head fondly, walked forward and took his hands. "Dean Forester, only you would have a story about rescuing a mother and two kids as an excuse for being late."
Though her tone didn't sound like she was accusing him of lying, he still insisted, "but it's true."
"I know." She smiled and put her arms around his waist.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I just mean that, I love you." She kissed him.
He smiled down at her, still a little confused but letting it go, "Okay."
"And you look amazing. You did all this for me, didn't you?" She caressed his smooth face.
"You are stunningly gorgeous." He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers, a feat made much easier by the fact that she was wearing heels.
Lorelai elbowed Luke, "Let's get out of here before things get R rated."
"Mom!" Rory admonished her.
"What, you're gonna go NC-17?" Lorelai answered.
"We're in Grandpa's study!" Rory couldn't imagine having sex in her grandfather's house, much less right in his study!
"Oh, who knows what nasty, dirty, naughty things have gone on in this room!" Lorelai's eyes shone with the idea.
"That's it, everybody out!" Luke announced. "This is starting to sound like a bad porno." He opened the door and held it until the other three walked out. Dean was last and Luke turned on him, "What were you trying to do with this?" He pinched the fabric of Dean's jacket. "Make me look bad?"
"You said no matter how nice your suit was you felt underdressed!" Dean defended himself.
"Exactly, so now I've got to feel underdressed next to you too?"
"No, I didn't want to feel underdressed next to you!"
"Boys," Lorelai turned, "you need to learn to coordinate before the event!"
"Really!" Rory added. "I don't know how you expect to get through the whirl of the social season."
Richard approached them, wearing a disapproving expression, "Is there a problem?"
"No, Dad, Luke and Dean are just having a little What Not To Wear moment," Lorelai teased them.
"Well, perhaps you can make it known to Luke and Dean, that when a gentleman has been invited to a party, he does not then seclude himself in a private room. It is rude to the host as well as the other guests," Richard replied haughtily.
"Grandpa, I'm the one who brought them into the study!" Rory protested.
"Yes, well, perhaps you'll all be good enough to grace us with your presence now." He narrowed his eyes at Dean. "The guests who arrived on time have been here for more than forty minutes and are nearly ready for dinner." Richard turned from them and walked purposefully into the party room.
Dean was almost literally biting his tongue. Rory took his arm. "Sorry," she mouthed.
He gave her a smile and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "Oh, he's loving me more already," he whispered in her ear. She punched his arm.
Chapter 6
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Author: Piratelf
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Genre: Gen, Het, Narco, JavaJunkie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls Characters. No money will be made from this work. I'm really not worth suing, honestly.
Beta: Nadnewraid
Xposted to: deanfest_2007, gg_fic, narcoleptics
Author's Notes: I've tried to be consistent in having CAPITALIZATION equate volume and boldness equate emphasis, so I hope that comes through. I also hope this helps any fellow Supernatural fans get through our long long wait until September!
Summary: Dean arrives at the Gilmores' Christmas Party.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Dean approached the entrance to the Gilmore mansion. Of all the unpleasant and uncomfortable things he imagined happening this night, having to arrive and enter alone hadn't even occurred to him. And was by far one of the worst. That, on top of knowing that Rory was probably furious with him, made finding a nice hole to crawl into far more inviting than stepping through this door. Maybe if he was lucky a maid would open the door and he could sort of sneak in and find Rory before having to actually talk to either of her grandparents. He prepared himself mentally. 'Don't say the house is huge, don't say the house is huge, don't say the house is huge. Okay.' He took a deep breath, lifted his head, stood straight, squared his shoulders and rang the doorbell.
He was not lucky. Emily answered the door with a smile which dimmed slightly as she saw him. "Dean, hello. When I saw that my granddaughter had to arrive alone, I wasn't certain you'd be joining us."
Dean had already prepared himself to not take any bait offered. "Hello Emily. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," she returned, stepping back so he could enter.
He handed his coat to the waiting maid. "Thank you."
Emily looked him over like a predator looking for weakness. She seemed disappointed not to have found any flaw. "That's a lovely suit."
"Thanks."
"Is it new?"
"Yes, it is, why?"
"I just wasn't aware that a man in your profession, or I suppose I should say professions, could afford such an extravagance at this time of year."
Dean really fought hard not to let any emotion show. "Well, it is difficult to be aware of everything. But it's nice that you try. Any idea where I might find Rory?"
Emily's face lost any hint of a smile it might have had. "I believe I last saw her in the living room with Lorelai," she gestured vaguely.
"Then you'll excuse me," Dean turned from her and walked in the direction she had indicated. There were an awful lot of people, but Dean had a height advantage in almost any situation and spotted Luke and Lorelai fairly quickly.
"So, we told Michel that since Jackson was going to play Santa, he'd have to be the New Year's Baby and walk around in nothing but one of those sash-y diaper thingies all night! He - WOW!" Lorelai's eyes widened and she whistled in appreciation.
Luke looked over his shoulder to see what had caught her attention. It actually took him a second to realize that it was Dean. Clean-shaven with a new haircut and well-tailored blue suit, he probably hadn't looked this nice since his wedding. It was possible that he hadn't looked this nice at his wedding.
Dean grinned at Lorelai then ducked his head in embarrassment. Which didn't stop her from circling him and making comments. "Very sharp, there Dean! Nice threads! So this is the guy you've been hiding under the hardhat and engine grease all this time!"
"Um, where's Rory?" he asked Luke.
"Upstairs." Luke reached over and pretended to flick dust off of Dean's lapels, "Yep, you'll look nice in your coffin."
Dean winced. "She's really mad, huh?"
"Oh she passed mad a long time ago, buddy," Luke informed him.
"What happened, where have you been?" Lorelai asked.
"Well, I -"
"DEAN!"
He turned, as did most of the other guests, to see Rory descending the stairs. He walked to meet her as she reached the bottom. "Rory, I am so sor-"
"Not here!" she hissed at him. Then she stood on her toes and pecked his lips in a pale imitation of a kiss, while smiling at the other guests. "Come on!" She took his hand in a punishing grip and led him to Richard's study. Luke and Lorelai followed, in case of bloodshed.
Once the door had closed, Rory threw down Dean's hand and faced him. "Where the HELL have you been!"
"Rory, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! I tried to get home in time, I really did, I swear!"
"Uh-huh," she folded her arms, "start talking."
"I left work early, because I thought I'd get a haircut, and I had to go to Waterbury to pick up the suit. I gave myself more than enough time, everything should have been fine!"
"But?" she asked impatiently. She was actually tapping her foot.
"But the alterations weren't done, so I had to wait. I thought I'd still make it if I just came straight here. I tried to call you, but my cell is dead. So on my way here, this car spun out right in front of me and crashed through the guardrail!"
All three listeners gasped and looked at each other.
"I know," Dean continued. "I hit my brakes, and I almost went into a spin, it was black ice, totally invisible! But anyway, I stopped to see if they were okay. It was a woman and her two kids, and they were in pretty good shape, nothing broken or anything, but the whole side of the car was smashed and a piece of chrome had punctured one of the tires. She had a cell phone and she called the cops. So I put them all into the truck to wait, because it's only like twenty degrees out. I mean these kids were like six and four or something, little kids, so what could I do?" Dean held out his hands, hopelessly. "Anyway, once the cops got there, they had a way to get home and I got here as soon as I could." He leaned against Richard's desk, suddenly a bit weary as the adrenaline wore off. "I really am sorry, Rory, I knew I was going to be late, and I didn't want to upset you, but I just couldn't see anything else to do. I just couldn't, I'm sorry."
Rory, whose expression had changed during Dean's monologue from one of anger to one of affection, shook her head fondly, walked forward and took his hands. "Dean Forester, only you would have a story about rescuing a mother and two kids as an excuse for being late."
Though her tone didn't sound like she was accusing him of lying, he still insisted, "but it's true."
"I know." She smiled and put her arms around his waist.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I just mean that, I love you." She kissed him.
He smiled down at her, still a little confused but letting it go, "Okay."
"And you look amazing. You did all this for me, didn't you?" She caressed his smooth face.
"You are stunningly gorgeous." He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers, a feat made much easier by the fact that she was wearing heels.
Lorelai elbowed Luke, "Let's get out of here before things get R rated."
"Mom!" Rory admonished her.
"What, you're gonna go NC-17?" Lorelai answered.
"We're in Grandpa's study!" Rory couldn't imagine having sex in her grandfather's house, much less right in his study!
"Oh, who knows what nasty, dirty, naughty things have gone on in this room!" Lorelai's eyes shone with the idea.
"That's it, everybody out!" Luke announced. "This is starting to sound like a bad porno." He opened the door and held it until the other three walked out. Dean was last and Luke turned on him, "What were you trying to do with this?" He pinched the fabric of Dean's jacket. "Make me look bad?"
"You said no matter how nice your suit was you felt underdressed!" Dean defended himself.
"Exactly, so now I've got to feel underdressed next to you too?"
"No, I didn't want to feel underdressed next to you!"
"Boys," Lorelai turned, "you need to learn to coordinate before the event!"
"Really!" Rory added. "I don't know how you expect to get through the whirl of the social season."
Richard approached them, wearing a disapproving expression, "Is there a problem?"
"No, Dad, Luke and Dean are just having a little What Not To Wear moment," Lorelai teased them.
"Well, perhaps you can make it known to Luke and Dean, that when a gentleman has been invited to a party, he does not then seclude himself in a private room. It is rude to the host as well as the other guests," Richard replied haughtily.
"Grandpa, I'm the one who brought them into the study!" Rory protested.
"Yes, well, perhaps you'll all be good enough to grace us with your presence now." He narrowed his eyes at Dean. "The guests who arrived on time have been here for more than forty minutes and are nearly ready for dinner." Richard turned from them and walked purposefully into the party room.
Dean was almost literally biting his tongue. Rory took his arm. "Sorry," she mouthed.
He gave her a smile and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "Oh, he's loving me more already," he whispered in her ear. She punched his arm.
Chapter 6
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