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LORELAI DECIDED SHE loves California. It was warm out, like, actually warm in the beginning of December. There was no snow, no rain; there was only a warm breeze and the sounds of the marina. Well, there was also the music Corpse was playing. And his hand. The hand on the center console. The hand holding Lorelai's on the center console.

Yeah, that also exists.

Lorelai was not ready for the flurry of butterflies that arose within her when they interlaced fingers, but it was making her cheeks warm and she was very torn apart over it. Only recently had she internally addressed that she maybe sort of kind of feels something a little less platonic and a little more romantic for Corpse, and to say that she was content with that conclusion would be a pleasant lie. Some days she felt okay with it, other days she felt scared and disappeared into a pit of denial.

When the Jeep rolls to a stop on a steep hill in front of multiple apartment buildings, Corpse finally releases Lorelai's hand. He pulls the keys out of the ignition and checks out his window for traffic before opening his door. Lorelai hops out on her side and walks to the trunk. With a soft beep, the trunk pops open and Lorelai reaches out for her suitcase.

Corpse bats Lorelai's hand out of the way and grabs it himself, instead handing Lorelai her backpack to hold.

"I'll take your suitcase," Corpse explains after Lorelai shoots him a confused look.

"What a gentleman," Lorelai coos.

Corpse closes the trunk. "Thank you, thank you. I strive to be good enough for my wife."

"As you should," Lorelai laughs as she follows Corpse into the apartment building.

The two take the elevator to the sixth floor where Corpse leads Lorelai to apartment 606. He pushes his key into the lock and opens the door, pushing it open enough for him and Lorelai to both slip in before it shut. Corpse lets go of Lorelai's suitcase in the entry hallway and slips off the shoes he was wearing as well.

At first glance, Corpse has a nice apartment. There's not a lot of stuff; the apartment is all open space and minimal decorations. As Lorelai takes off her shoes in the entryway, the cold wood floors feel refreshing on the soles of her feet. It smells like pine. Well, it smells like Corpse's cologne, actually. It's nice, even if all Lorelai is judging it off of is the entryway.

Corpse stops at the end of the hallway where the hall opens up to his kitchen and living room. There's a table next to him where Lorelai can see him set his mask down. With his back turned to Lorelai, he pulls off his hood, revealing a head of curly black hair. Lorelai stops in her tracks, just staring at the back of his silhouette.

Oh, so this is happening.

Corpse turns to face her, and shyly smiles. She can see all of him now; curly black hair, dark brown eyes, soft smile, and more. He's so there, so real and physical that suddenly all of the tingles Lorelai felt holding his hand in the car exploded. Suddenly they weren't just Internet friends, and it felt like fireworks were going off inside of Lorelai. Corpse was real, and he was staring at her so fondly that Lorelai felt like her Earth might explode.

Lorelai smiles back. "Hi."

"Hi," Corpse says.

The moment ends soon after and Corpse walks into the kitchen. He pulls a water out of the fridge and sits down on his countertop. Lorelai sits down on one of the bar stools facing into the kitchen, drumming her fingernails on the countertop aimlessly. She's nervous suddenly. Lorelai hadn't had a 'crush' on anyone in a long time, and goddamn was it an anxiety-inducing situation.

"Okay, so the spare bedroom is where I film," Corpse explains, "but my couch pulls out into a bed so you can just take my bedroom."

Lorelai cocks her head to the side. "Are you sure? It's your home, so if you want your bedroom you should have it."

Corpse smiles. "Rory, you're taking my bedroom. This is nonnegotiable. We're no romcom."

"Okay, okay," Lorelai surrenders with raised hands, "so aggressive. Don't you want to be the Gosling to my McAdams?"

"I'd rather be the Reynolds to your Bullock," Corpse replies. "You take the bed like Bullock."

Lorelai rolls her eyes. "You know they fall in love at the end of that movie, right? She doesn't just make him sleep on the floor and then not ultimately fall in love with him."

Corpse smiles, "I know."

He hops off the counter while Lorelai thinks over exactly what he just said. Finally Lorelai understands and begins, "wait wha-"

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Lorelai has made a new Spotify playlist!
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author's note

ive returned from the grave

it's a real playlist on the same acc the big c and big l playlist is on just in case u wanna know the songs lorelai's listening to