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OTP Prompt: Tequila shots, confessions. You choose whatever happens at the end.

Summary: Best friends since boarding school in Ireland, the four amigos have a night of Tequila in the city of London right before heading off to Yale for senior year, and the night end with a confession.

Characters: Logan Huntzberger, Colin McCrae, (Finneaus) Finn (Morganston) and Lorelai (Rory) Gilmore (-Hayden)

Fandom: Gilmore Girls

A/N: Rory is the same age as the boys. This story takes place in 2006. All of them in Yale for Senior Year.

I’m sorry how I ended it. Maybe I will write a second part to this?

-- Shots --

“You were my sun, you were my earth. But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no…” Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden laughs as her and her three very best of friends entered the small Irish pub in London, England. “So you took a chance, made other plans. But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no…”

“Finn...Finn!” Lorelei, nicknamed, Rory screams the name of her friend from down under. “Stop singing Justin Timberlake! We don’t want to be kicked out the moment we walk inside.”

“But….” Finneaus Morganston frowns, pouting a little.

“Please. I promise your first shots are on me.” She leans forward, kissing the Australian's left cheek.

“I like shots.” The man stands tall. “Alright my dear lady, you have yourself a deal. I shall stop singing.”

Logan Huntzberger rolls his eyes. “How do you deal with his craziness Miss Gilmore-Hayden?” He questions his friend.

Finn looks back, frowning at the man. Colin McCrae then adds, “It’s because she is also crazy!”

“I’m hurt.” Rory growls at Colin’s words. “Grab us some seats, boys. I shall grab some shots, maybe a Foster or two, and some nachos.” She waves them off, heading to the bar.

Colin finds a table in the back of the small pub, facing out towards the rest of  pub. They each take a seat, a seat being saved for Rory by Logan. He looks over to the young Gilmore-Hayden standing by the bar, sweet talking to the bartender. Then he looks over to his dear friend, “Is tonight the night?” He asks.

“What?” Logan was honestly distracted, distracted by his best friend that he has had a crush since he was thirteen years old.

Colin rolls his eyes. “Tonight. Is tonight the night you are going to tell her?”

Logan looks to him, frowning. “Are you kidding? We have been over this more than enough times. I don’t like her.” Lie. “We are just friends.” Another lie. “Now, please, drop it.”

Colin puts his hands up as Finn mumbles something under his breath. Logan just hoped that they would drop the subject.

He did have feelings for the young lady that warmed the hearts of the boys when she first entered their lives at thirteen years old. The feelings grew with time and he hated that. He thought he was in love with her, but he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. He thought for sure he knew that Rory did not have feelings for him. And he didn’t want to confess his feelings, ruin their friendship and inturn ruin the friendship of the group.

Sure, the two of them kissed.

Sure, they fell in bed once or twice. (More than twice, but he was not counting.)

Sure, she would come over to his dorm room and they would end up sleeping in the bed together with nothing happening between them beside him, holding her tightly.

Okay.

He was in love. Head over fucking heels for the woman.

But he was not going to say anything.

Rory sets four shots glasses on the round table before taking her seat next to Logan. She smiles brightly, kissing the man's cheek before looking to the other two friends in the group. “Tonight, is a celebration.”

“Celebration?” Colin asks, moving one of the small shot glasses towards him.

Rory grins, nodding. “Oh yes, Colin. A celebration! A celebration for us. The four of us. Our last great night before we all go home to New Haven for our senior year.”

Finn grabs his glass, putting it in the air. “I agree with you, Rory. Now, glasses in the air.” They all lift their glasses in the air, clinking together. “To us!”

“To us!” They all say together before slamming the drinks down.

-- Shots --

Eight shots later.

Colin and Finn are away from the table, leaving Logan and Rory by themselves at the table. Colin was drinking a scotch, talking about the American politics with a brunette from France. Finn was feeling up a redhead from Ireland, telling her dirty things in her ear.

Rory rolls her head, looking to Logan, her hand tightly on her glass with tequila and orange juice. “You are not with the boys. Why are you not with the boys hitting on the wonderful women of this fine pub?” She speaks her words slow with each word she speaks.

“I don’t wanna be.” He takes the glass next to him, that is suppose to be for Finn and downs it. He thinks for a moment how bad he wants, correction, needs to touch Rory. He shakes his head - he can not think that. But again, he doesn’t want to let her go.

The last six months, Logan’s feeling for the young heiress has becoming more and more. He was head over heels in love with the woman. The first time, he really felt love for someone who was not family or friends.

He wanted something with her.

But he wasn’t ready to tell her. For her to turn him down. He didn’t think he could handle losing one of his best friends.

-- Shots --

Rory looks to him, a silly smiles planted on her face. She moves herself closer to one of her closest friends. “Would you like to know a secret?”

Logan smiles, nodding. “From you. Of course.”

“I’m in love.”

Logan’s heart shattered. He raised his glass, letting the waitress he was in need of another round. “With who?” He notices his voice is quiet, broken.

“You.”

His finger get numb, the glass drops, falls on the table and breaks into millions of little pieces. “What?” He whispers. Did he have a little too much to drink? Did he hear her wrong?

“I’m in love with you, Logan.”

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Logan stares at Rory in shock, unable to comprehend her words. The noise of the pub seems to fade away as his mind races, trying to process the revelation. Her words repeat in his head, “I’m in love with you, Logan.” He doesn’t even realize the waitress leaving another round of drinks on the table for himself and Rory. He doesn’t hear the waitress asking if he’s okay or feel the few cuts on his hand from the broken glass that he dropped after hearing the woman besides her confession.

A cascade of emotions sweeps over Logan - disbelief, excitement, and a deep sense of longing. He had wanted this for so long, but he never thought it would actually happen. Now that it had, he couldn't deny the surge of joy that filled every fiber of his being.

He takes a moment to collect himself, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Rory, I... I don't know what to say," he confesses, his voice coming out hoarse and filled with a mix of astonishment and vulnerability.

Rory's eyes search his face, searching for any sign of rejection or hesitation. But all she finds is a reflection of her own adoration and affection, and she thinks for a moment maybe it was the alcohol talking. But in reality, it doesn’t matter if these words need to be spoken. "You don't have to say anything, Logan," she whispers, her voice filled with unwavering certainty. "I just needed you to know how I feel."

A rush of emotions washes over Logan, filling his heart with a mixture of joy and relief. A smile spreads across his face, brightening his features as he reaches out to gently cup Rory's cheek. "Thank you for telling me, Rory," he says, his voice filled with tenderness. "I've loved you for longer than I can remember, but I was always too afraid to admit it."

The scene around them fades into the background, unnoticed by both Logan and Rory as they become engrossed in their conversation. They're oblivious to Finn and Colin's discreet efforts to keep anyone from disturbing their moment, ensuring that nothing interrupts the much-needed conversation. They could tend to Logan’s hand afterwards, but the both of them were afraid if they were interrupted now, they would never have this conversation again.

Rory's breath catches, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Her eyes widen with a mix of astonishment and hope as she tries to process what Logan just revealed. She stammers out her question, her voice fragile with anticipation. "You... you feel the same way?"

As Rory asks, her mind takes her back to a conversation she had with Finn six months ago. His words about bravery and not letting her feelings linger echo in her memory, resonating deeply within her. She had thought about his advice countless times since then, contemplating the possibility of confessing her love to Logan.

Logan's gaze softens as he looks at Rory, understanding the significance of her question. He reaches out to gently hold her hand, a reassuring touch that brings a sense of calm to her racing thoughts. "Rory," he says, his voice filled with tenderness, "I've loved you for longer than I can remember. But fear held me back from admitting it, just as it did for you."

Rory's eyes tear up, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and relief. In that moment, she realizes that taking Finn's advice was the best decision she could have made, even if it took multiple drinks. She had summoned the courage to speak her truth, and it had brought them to this pivotal moment of honesty and vulnerability.

Her voice trembles as she speaks, pouring her emotions into every word. "Logan, I... I've loved you for so long too," she confesses, her eyes mirroring the depth of her feelings. "But it took Finn's words to make me realize that being brave meant taking a chance on us."

Who knew Finn gave out wonderful love advice.

An understanding smile curves on Logan's lips, his thumb gently caressing her knuckles. "I'm grateful for Finn's advice, then," he admits, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because now we can have a chance at something truly amazing."

Both Rory and Logan had their futures predestined by their families, with the Huntzbergers seeking a wife for Logan who would fulfill traditional roles and priorities such as organizing events, bearing children, and being a devoted spouse while Logan focused on the family business. Meanwhile, the Gilmore-Haydens encouraged Rory to follow her passions and make a name for herself, finding love with someone who she truly cared for and considering parenthood as a possible element of her life. As they shared their unspoken thoughts and intimate desires, the weight of secrecy and longing lifted and they both felt a sense of relief and newfound vulnerability. They were eager to face their uncertain future with bravery, truthfulness, and an immense love for each other, eager to redefine their story together.

But in this moment of understanding, Rory and Logan realize that they have the power to create their own destiny. They are determined to defy societal expectations and follow their own passions. While there may still be uncertainties on their path, they are confident that they can face them together.

Rory closes the small gap between her and Logan, drawing near to him. Becoming aware of the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, she realizes that the conversation they had just shared amidst the lively atmosphere of the pub would be unforgettable for both of them. Unbeknownst to Rory, Finn takes advantage of the moment by discreetly accepting a hundred dollar bill from Colin, taunting him with the knowledge that tonight held significant importance. Ignorant of these events unfolding in the background, she gently rests her hand on Logan's cheek before tenderly leaning in to kiss his lips. As Logan's arm envelops her, Rory becomes aware of his movement, feeling the strength of his embrace as he pulls her tightly against him. Their bodies pressed together, creating a closeness that sends a surge of warmth through her.

Just as Rory and Logan revel in their intimate moment, they are abruptly interrupted by Colin, who approaches their table. Startled, Rory pulls away from the kiss, her face expressing surprise. Following Colin, Finn arrives with a towel and a bandage he sneakily acquired from the bartender, carrying a mischievous grin on his face. The sudden intrusion breaks the spell of their passionate connection, leaving them momentarily disoriented. They would continue this tonight in Logan’s hotel suite, a shared thought between the two without any words.

Finn plops down next to Huntzberger, his mischievous grin fading as he notices the injured hand. Concern etched across his face, and he gently reaches out, taking hold of Huntzberger's injured hand. His touch is surprisingly gentle, contrasting with his usual playful demeanor. Finn's brows furrow as he inspects the wound, assessing the severity of it.

"Looks like you took quite a hit there, mate," Finn remarks, his tone laced with genuine concern. "You alright?" The glass shattering from the confession Rory made felt like a lifetime ago.

Huntzberger winces slightly, but manages a small nod. "Yeah, just a flesh wound. No big deal." His voice carries a hint of pain, though he knew he was fine. His eyes kept making his way to Rory.

Finn shakes his head, his expression displaying a mix of sympathy and determination. "Nah, we need to clean and bandage this properly. Can't have you walking around with an infected hand, now can we?" His accent coming out, drunk or sober, he was the man to trust when it came to temporarily fixing an injury.

With a determined pat on the back, Finn guides Huntzberger towards the bartender's station, all thoughts of mischief momentarily pushed aside. In that moment, their friendship takes precedence, as Finn ensures that Huntzberger's injury will be properly treated and cared for. After Finn tends to Logan’'s injured hand, ensuring it is cleaned and bandaged with meticulous care, they both turn their attention to settling the bill. With a quick exchange of money and appreciative nods to the bartender, the duo heads back towards the hotel, the night sky casting a peaceful aura around them.

Feeling a sense of contentment and simplicity, Logan's soft voice breaks the silence. Logan murmurs, his words barely above a whisper yet the other three people in the group. "Today is a perfect day."