Title When Push Comes to Shove, You Go SPLAT

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, even though it would be totally awesome if I did.

Summery: Post Not as cute as pushkin It all started with a simple marriage prank. But what was once a harmless prank turns competitive when neither Rory nor Logan are willing to let each other win. How far are they willing to go before the other one cracks? Well, as far as they need to.

A/N: So I thought I was done with this story, but so many of you kept reviewing and reviewing, telling me how much you wanted me to update, that I caved. Thank you guys so much for all of your support. You don't realize how much it means to me. A special thanks to everyone who reviewed. You are the reason why I want to finish this story.

Big Girls Don't Cry…

"I'm what now!" Rory shouted as she lunged at Logan, ready to punch him in the face.

"Wooah now, Reporter girl." Finn said, grabbing her, mid pounce.

"Relax Ace, it was just a joke." Logan laughed, going over to the couch.

"Does it look like I'm laughing?" Rory fumed, wiggling out of Finn's grasp.

"Give this a couple days and no one will even care anymore, luv." Finn reassured her, patting Rory on the head.

"Are you kidding? Tell me you're joking. Telling the reporters that I'm pregnant is only going to make things worse. I'm going to be hounded for the rest of my life." She roared.

"Don't be so dramatic," Logan rolled his eyes, "It's not that bad."

"For now, take a load off, we have everything a girl could want." Colin smiled and walked into the kitchen. He opened the cabinets. "Except food."

"Great." Logan groaned as his stomach rumbled in frustration. "The only thing I need right now and we're out. Figures."

"Where are we, anyway?" She asked, finally looking around the mysterious dorm. It had grey walls with black furniture. Two full couches sat parallel with a dark cherry wood coffee table between them. Adjacent to the couches were two love seats, one on either side. There were no pictures on the wall. Instead, a big TV, about half the size of one wall hung perfectly center with a desk underneath. It was bare except for a seventeen inch flat screen computer sitting smack dab in the middle

"Welcome to the LDB meeting room." Colin announced, plopping next to Logan on the couch.

"Huh, I didn't know you guys have one of these." Rory said, sitting on the love seat closest to the door.

"We don't use it very often; only for emergencies." Logan informed her.

"Speaking of which," Rory scowled, "What do we do now? Your pranks keep getting us in more and more trouble."

"Well, there's only one solution that could fix all of this." Logan said gravely.

"And what's that?" Rory asked.

"You need to go outside and tell all those reporters that you and I were joking; that we aren't in fact in love with a baby on the way." Logan smirked.

"Pssh, in your dreams, Huntzberger."

"If it's anything like the one you had of me the other day, then I'll take that any day. Better yet, maybe you could show me exactly what happened. I'm still curious." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh god." Rory rolled her eyes as a blush started to stain her cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Logan replied.

"You better watch your back, cause I'm coming to get you and I'm coming hard!" Rory glared.

"That's what she said." Colin laughed.

"Could you repeat that, Reporter girl? I would like to record that for later." Finn winked.

"You guys are so immature." She sighed but the edges of her lips curled upwards.

"Oh Ace, just give up already. We've been over this. I'm better at this then you are. We all have our strengths, and yours is…studying. Stick with what you know."

"Oh trust me. My next prank will be epic. I can feel it in my bones!"

"Hah! Like you could do something that would match the level of my prank's epic-ness!"

"Just you wait, Henry Higgins! Just you wait!" Rory yelled raising a fist in the air. Then to make her point, she got up and stormed out.

"Who's Henry Higgins?" Finn asked, bewildered. "Is he that nice fellow who sells us coffee by the quad?"

"No moron, haven't you ever seen my fair lady? She was quoting that move." Logan rolled his eyes.

"No need for name calling." Finn pouted. "My mother told me that I'm above average for my age."

"You scared, man?" Colin asked, "She seemed pretty pissed. I have a feeling she's got something big planned for you."

"Pssh… She's small, what can she do?" Logan laughed but didn't feel as confident as he pretended to be. "Besides, I bet she won't even make it back to her dorm."

And Logan was right, partly. When Rory left the dorm, she pushed her way through the sea of reporters and ran to her car. The reporters practically chased her down, still yelling questions left and right. She found her car, jumped in, and locked the door. Pressing her foot on the gas, she sped away before any of them could chase after her.

Then she drove. She drove and drove until she came to her very familiar house in her oh so original town. Oh stars hollow; she had missed her beloved place.

She parked her car and practically ran to the door. Unlocking it, she scurried inside, glad to finally be safe and sound.

"Mom?" she called, looking for her eccentric bringer of life but no one was home. Rory took out her phone and dialed the same number that she dialed almost every day.

"Welcome to Starbucks, this is Shanaynay, what can I get for you today?" a woman sang on the phone.

"Mom, I'm home. Where are you?" Rory asked, she wasn't in the mood for her mother's usual antics.

"Hey Hun, I'm at the inn. What's wrong?"

"Uh nothing. I'm just tired and was hoping you'd be home. I wanted to have a little mother daughter time. Maybe we could have a wallowing session tonight." Rory blabbered.

"Why? Did you and Huntzberger break up?" Lorelai grinned.

"You heard about that?" Rory grimaced.

"How could you not tell your dear mother that you are in some sort of thing with this Logan fellow, having something to do with pretending to be engaged?" Lorelai cried dramatically.

"How did you know that we're pretending?" Rory asked. She should have known by now how smart and clever her mother was.

"Because I know my daughter would never get engaged without telling me, her beloved mother first, let alone telling Emily Gilmore!"

"That was Logan's fault." Rory sighed.

"Spill. Tell me anything and everything, and start from the beginning."

Rory cleared her throat began to tell her favorite person about her current situation and the evil but handsome boy who put her there. After she thoroughly explained the predicament from the original prank Logan played during her class, her first retaliation with Richard, to her bedroom redecoration and Logan's lime green hair, Lorelei was thoroughly impressed. She didn't think her daughter really had it in her to be this carefree and fun. She liked the effect this boy was having on her. She quickly drove home, after making a quick stop at Luke's diner and practically ran inside to see her baby.

"I come baring gifts!" She called as she walked through the door armed with food.

"Yay!" Rory cheered, gleefully helping her mother with the bags.

"Now come here, my child!" Lorelai beckoned, opening her arms wide. Rory hugged her mother tightly.

"It's so good to be home!" Rory smiled. "And far away from the insane paparazzi."

They quickly dug into the food, relaxing on the couch, making idle chit chat. Soon Lorelai and Rory got back to their previous conversation about the prank war. Lorelai had promised that she wouldn't breathe a word about this to anyone, especially Logan. Rory didn't want him thinking that she had violated their agreement even though Finn and Colin knew. So technically her mother knowing would be fair, but she didn't feel like arguing with him about it.

They stared throwing out ideas the Rory could use to get back at her fake fiancé. After about half an hour they still hadn't gotten anywhere.

"Ooh Ooh, I know," Lorelai chirped excitedly. "You could tie him to a tree!"

"You're excellent idea of getting Logan back for announcing to the world that I'm falsely pregnant is to uh… tie him to a tree?" Rory asked with a laugh.

"It could work." Lorelai defended. "We could just hide out in the bushes and when he's not looking, grab him and stuff him in a bag."

Rory just grinned, shaking her head. Her mother was an interesting woman, to say the least. She didn't have any do-able pranks in this conversation, they all seemed a little confusing and/or hard to actually carry out, but at least they were making Rory laugh.

"As much as I'd like to stuff Logan into a bag and tie him to a tree to be eaten by bears, I don't think that is the direction I would like to go with this whole prank thing. Let's think. What is something that would shame or anger Logan just as much as I was shamed and angered?" Rory sighed. These pranks were getting harder and harder to come up with. She seemed to have run out of ideas. It shouldn't be this hard to come up with something. It's not like Logan was invincible or something, though it sure felt like it sometimes. Speaking of Logan, Rory's thoughts started to drift to the cocky blond and what he was probably doing at the moment. It was a little after seven so dinner at the pub? No, he was still at the LDB dorm probably. Or he might be on a date. Maybe he rescheduled with that other chick. What was her name again? Nicole? That's right. Nicole. She looked so desperate and pathetic, like a little rat dog. Plus she had a big honker of a nose. Rory laughed to herself. That was mean. Well, at least it fit her face, her rather large face. Rory frowned. Why had that girl said that Logan was her boyfriend? Probably just jumping to conclusions about the nature of their relationship, poor girl. Was it possible to feel pity for someone and to dislike them at the same time? Cuz if so, then Rory felt exactly that. Well, pitying someone kind of goes hand in hand with disliking them, so probably.

"Earth to Rory!" What are you thinking about, sweets?" Lorelai called, waving a hand in front of her daughter's dazed face.

"Uh, sorry, just really trying to uh think of a good enough prank." Rory said sheepishly. If her mom only knew what she was really thinking about. By the way, why was she thinking about him anyway? Why did she dislike Nicole? That girl did nothing to her.

"Wow, you're really taking this whole prank thing seriously." Lorelai chucked. "Why?"

Rory looked up at her mom. Why was she taking this so seriously? Why did she desperately want to find a prank worthy enough to get Logan back? Because she was starting to like him, that's why. But she wouldn't, couldn't, admit that to her mom. She could barely admit that to herself. So she replied "Because a Gilmore never backs down from a challenge." instead.

"Bloody Hell man, are you serious?" I'm not going to do that!" Finn whined, slowly backing away from the boys.

"Aww come on, Finn! You have to! You're our only hope!" Logan begged.

"Why can't Colin do it? He's perfectly capable of being a distraction."

"Because I'm in charge of getting the supplies once we get out of here!" Colin sighed exasperated.

"Well, then why can't Huntz be the distraction?" He griped.

"Because I'm the reason why we need a distraction, you moron." Logan rolled his eyes. "The sea of reporters out there are here to badger me about MY upcoming marriage to Ace, remember?"

"Oh right."Finn grinned. "Well if I must."

"You must." The other two boys said in unison.

"Fine." Finn pouted.

"So what's the plan again?" Colin asked, standing up and grabbing his phone. He figured that Finn had probably forgotten again. He loved his best friend, but sometimes he wanted to punch him in the head.

"Ok," Logan spoke up. "Finn is going to walk outside and tell the reporter scum that he will answer all of their questions about Rory and me and then will walk over to the other side of the campus while making up lies to their questions. When Colin and I know it's safe, we will sneak out. Colin will go get food and alcohol and I will go try to find Rory and we will all meet up in our dorm in forty five minutes. You think you can hold the tigers off for that long, Finnigan?"

"No worries mate. I got it covered." Finn winked.

Logan and Colin scrunched their faces.

"What?" the aussie grinned.

"Don't ever wink at me again." Logan grimaced.

"Touchy, Touchy." Finn shook his head.

"Well, we need to hurry this up. I'm starving and it's already passed seven." Colin sighed.

"Ok. Well, then. Are you ready, Finn?" Logan asked, reaching for the door knob.

"In Omni a paratus! Finn yelled and Logan opened the door and pushed him out.

A flash of lights greeted Finn and he felt a gust of wind behind him as he heard the door slam shut again. Great friends he has, Finn thought to himself.

"Hello my dear ladies and gentlemen of the press," Finn announced, waving his hands in the air dramatically. "You may know me, my name is Finn Rothschild. Yes, that Rothschild. Ladies, I will talk to you after, he added winking at a red head, causing her to blush. "I am here now to discuss a very important matter involving one Rory Gilmore and a Logan Huntzberger. I'm sure you have heard of them. If you would kindly follow me, we will all go somewhere and have a little chat."

Finn walked through the crowd to the back of it. "Come, come, I wait for no man." He turned to the same red head and whispered into her ear "But I'll wait for you, luv." Then he started to walk away. The girl blushed again and started to follow him. The rest of the reporters followed as well, eager that they were finally going to get the story of the year.

After ten minutes, Logan peeked his head out of the dorm room door and sighed in relief. They were all gone. Every last one of them.

"Thank God." He muttered and turned back to Colin. "They're gone. Let's get out of here before Finn blows it and they come running back."

The boys left the dorm and each went their separate ways, Logan determined to find his fiery brunette counterpart. He swiftly walked to her dorm and knocked on the door.

"Rory, I know you're here. Open the door." He yelled knocking profusely. Finally the door opened, but it wasn't who he was hoping to see, quite the opposite actually.

"What the hell do you want?" Paris growled, scowling with a spatula in her hand.

"Are you planning on attacking me with kitchen utensils?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not like it's any of your business, but I was making myself an omelet." She said, still scowling.

"Ah, well since you're making one, would you mind making another for me? I'm starving." He asked, smirking a bit.

"You have ten seconds to tell me why you're here and what you want or I will use this as a weapon. So don't test me."

"Well, what I really want is an omelet." Logan grinned but it was wiped away when Paris wacked him hard on the shoulder with said spatula. "Oww, what was that for?" He yelled, rubbing his now sore shoulder.

"I told you not to test me. You're running out of time, Huntzberger." She growled.

"Fine, Fine. I need to talk to Rory. Is she here perhaps?" He tried to peek inside the dorm.

"No."She yelled and slammed the door in his face.

"Could you at least tell me where she is?" He yelled through the door.

"I have no clue where she is, I'm not her mother. And even if I did, there is no way I would ever tell you." She yelled back.

"Fine. It was lovely chatting with you as usual, Paris." He said turning around to leave.

"Go to hell." She growled.

Logan walked back towards his dorm. Where did she go? It would make sense that she wouldn't want to be on campus since she was getting harassed by all these people. Talking to Paris did nothing but put him in a worse mood. Thank god that she wasn't Rory's mother. Paris was a bitter, angry woman. Logan stopped walking. Rory went home. She had to have. It was the only place she would be safe. They didn't know her mother lived there. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that sooner? He climbed up the stairs to his dorm. There was no talking to her now. She seemed so upset earlier that he probably wouldn't have been able to get through to her anyway. His mind started to wander. She looked so cute when she got mad. Her scowl made him laugh. She was definitely the most interesting girl that he had ever met. He never had a dull moment when he was with her. He could always tell what she was thinking. Her eyes gave it away. He had to admit, she had beautiful eyes. They almost sparkled when she schemed. What he had said to her earlier about her not being good at pranking was wrong and he knew it. She was an excellent opponent. One of the best he's ever seen. Well, besides him of course. He wondered what she was planning. It had to be something bad. Logan shuttered. He hoped that it wasn't too horrible. He would have to be very alert for the next couple of days, just in case.

Logan took out his key and turned it in the lock. Where were these pranks going? What was he doing? And most of all, why couldn't he get that Gilmore girl off of his mind?

Rory hugged her mom and said a quick goodbye. She still hadn't come up with an idea but she needed to get back to Yale. She had homework to do and she wasn't going to let Logan and the press stop her from getting straight A's. As she made the trip back, she turned on the radio and hummed to the song. It was some Lady Gaga song that had been over played. After it ended, a man came on the air.

"Hey, Hey, Hey people. It's Rolling Rick on. I'm here to talk about the latest and the greatest in the world of celebrity gossip. Our first story is about two young socialites. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Logan Huntzberger gets his fiancé pregnant!"

Rory chocked on her water. "Damn it." She sighed and turned up the volume. It was a matter of time before this baby thing would spread like wildfire.

"Yes, its true folks, our source just confirmed it less than an hour ago. The lovely 20 year old Rory Gilmore is preggers! We have some recorded tape of Finn Rothschild, Logan's best friend and heir to a multibillion dollar fortune, talking to the press earlier today. This is what our reporters got. Roll the tape, Barney!"

"It's true," the aussie's voice came out of Rory's speakers. "The two lovebirds have a bun in the oven."

"Really, Finn?" Rory yelled to herself. Why was he doing this to her. She was so going to yell at him when she saw him.

"…But I have a better way of telling you all of this. I prefer to regale this to you lovely people…in song!" He said, clearing his throat.

"Oh no…" Rory groaned. It was just like Finn to break out in random fits of song. She was almost embarrassed for him. He was so…well there are no words to describe someone like Finn.

"I hope you know, I hope you knoooooow," He sang, trying to sound like fergie. "That this has nothing to do with you; It's personal, my dear reporters, we've got some straightening out to do. So please people leave them alone so they can buy a blanket for their new child. It's time to leave these love birds be. Cause engaged people don't cryyyy." Finn finished, taking a bow. "I hope that answered all of your questions." He said in a normal voice.

Rory laughed. She had to find out what compelled him to pull such a stunt.

"And there you have it, folks. In his crazy way, Finn confirmed it. Rory Gilmore is pregnant." The radio personality said. "It seems that Logan is finally getting his life on track. If you guys don't remember, he had a stalker a little over a year ago, Mandy Jenson, and it seemed like Logan would never get out of that mess. Hopefully Mandy as moved on by now or these news may not come as a pleasant surprise."

Rory's mind turned. Logan had a stalker? Interesting. You learn something new every day. She smiled as an idea suddenly came to her. She just thought of the perfect prank. But she would need a little help from Mandy. Rory picked up her phone and dialed another familiar number.

"Yes, my luv?" Finn answered, recognizing the number right away.

"Finn, I heard your song on the radio. Good improvising by the way. Anyway, I need your help. Go get Logan's car keys and meet me in the parking lot. And don't breathe a word of this to Logan."

"On my way." He responded and hung up.

Rory drove back to Yale and searched for Logan's car, finally finding his black BMW in one of his usual spots. Finn was leaning up against it and beamed as soon as he saw Rory park and walk up to him.

"Hey, doll." He greeted, giving her a hug. "So what's the plan?"

"Ok, do you know where Mandy Jenson lives?" She grinned evilly, rubbing her hands together.

"Yes, but why…"He trailed off and then his eyes suddenly got wide. "You want me to drive Logan's car over to her house and leave it there, don't you? Your using Mandy as revenge?"

"Why Mr. Rothschild, you are a bright little bulb." She laughed. "Now let's go, before Logan suspects anything."

A/N : Review! They are the reason why I continued this story many years later lol.