Hey all, this stems from the fact that I don't believe we're getting a Valentine's episode and that pisses me off, especially after the whole Luke, "You left her the other night before I could... uh... kick your ass in Poker." :) How do you have something like that and then no Valentine's episode. Ugh! Anyway, it's short, it's sweet, it's silly. READ IT! Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to the WB, Amy Sherman-Palladino, and everyone else who owns it. I'm just borrowing for fun. :)
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Gilmore Girls:
My First Valentine
by Mystic
mysticxf@aol.com
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Valentine's Day

They weren't really words that ever meant much to him before. All through school he'd been the quiet one who never got a Valentine and the ones he sent out were anonymous. He knew if those girls knew they came from him, they'd laugh. He scowled at the thought, they'd point and giggle. That's how his life had gone on Valentine's Day. That's how he knew it was going to continue.

Cleaning his counter, he watched his customers slowly eating their breakfasts while talking to one another, no one noticing the redness that still tainted his face. He was glad they didn't because they wouldn't understand, even if he did try to explain it. They'd just point and giggle, he knew.

He'd spent a week picking out the perfect card for her. It couldn't have too many hearts, too many balloons, too many bears, too many kiss marks, too much red or white. It couldn't' be too mushy, or too plain, or too wild, or too much anything because he wanted it to be perfect. It was for her. It had to be just the right card and when he found it, he took it home and stared at it.

It was his private debate session that night in his living room. Should he write something, should he sign his name, should he revert to elementary school tactics and write, "your secret admirer"? Then, after he decided to simply place her name at the top and the word, "Love" at the bottom, he thought over whether he should give it to her at her job, at his job, at her home, in secret, through someone else, or whether he should give it to her at all.

The morning of Valentine's Day, he'd gone to her house before she was awake and taped it to her front door, running away like a stupid schoolboy and he'd been driving himself mad ever since. He was just glad everyone had left him alone. Though he knew that the large red heart he'd stuck on the cash register had something to do with it.

She'd thought it was cute.

Everyone else didn't say a thing, just glad he finally put up one silly little decoration for one holiday and they hoped he'd do it again for the next. He sighed, if only they knew it was for her. It was only for those sparkly blue eyes and the way they'd disappeared the day before when she'd walked in to see the heart there, in front of where she pleaded for coffee, and she'd smiled. That heart was for her and she'd liked it.

He heard the front door push open and in she walked, dressed from head to toe in red and white, even a red head band in her hair. She gave him a grin as she sat at the counter and touched the edge of the heart lightly.

"Good to see the change in spirit."

"Don't get used to it," he grumbled.

"Didn't say I was going to, just saying it's nice to see this here, is all."

"It's coming down tomorrow."

She smirked, "Coffee." He poured her a cup and she drank it quickly, looking up at him for more. She gave him a pout, "Please."

"Only because it's Valentine's Day, I won't give you a hassle."

"A line, in itself, that works as a hassle," she responded quickly.

"You want no hassle coffee, make it at home."

"Ah, but then I wouldn't be able to hassle you for it and that's half the fun of my coffee."

"To hassle me?" He questioned, but it was more a statement. He watched the way her eyes never wavered from his. It always made his heart thud in his chest with a sort of excitement. It was their way of flirting, to fight with one another and for some reason, every day that went by, it just felt less and less like bickering and more like she was actually starting to like him. He watched her, waiting for an answer.

"Yup," she smiled, watching him refill her cup as she stood.

"Leaving?" He asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

"It is, unfortunately, though I beg to differ, not a national holiday, thus work remains a constant on this wonderful day."

"Oh," he muttered, "See ya."

Lorelai began walking to the door and stopped, reaching into her bag to pull out a red card made of construction paper. She walked around the counter to hand it to him, then kissed his cheek gently, "Happy Valentine's Day, Luke."

He stared after her in a state of shock as she left. Customers began to whisper and smile at him. Luke looked down at the small, square, home-made card in his hand a moment before opening and reading:

"Hey Luke,

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'd die without coffee, if it wasn't for you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Love,

Lorelai

PS: Thanks for the card."

Luke felt his mouth pull into a goofy smile and he stopped himself, tucking the card into his jacket pocket. As his first real Valentine card, he was glad it was from her.
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End. :) Enjoy? Please write to me.