"Get out here!" Rachel Berry called from Kurt Hummel's living room.
Kurt walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes. "What do you WANT, Rachel?" he demanded, annoyed. "It's six in the morning. On a Saturday!" He then looked over to the door. "How… did you get in? Didn't my dad lock the door?"
Rachel held up a key. "Best friends get all the advantages. Now let's hit dis bitch."
Kurt made a face. "Hit… what bitch?" Rachel rolled her eyes. "We're going on a little trip, Kurtsy Wursty."
Kurt pointed his finger at her. "If you ever call me that again, I'll-"
"Do what? Get Blaine on me? Go get your freaking clothes on! Finn and Puck are waiting." Kurt's eyebrow arched. "Finn agreed to this?"
Rachel twirled the key on her finger. "You could say that… come oooooon. We've still gotta pick up Mercedes, Quinn, Artie, and your wittle Bwaine."
"You're being a bitch."
"You're being a SON of a bitch. Get your ass in there and get dressed!"
"Where are we going, exactly?" asked Kurt as he headed to his room.
"Vegas!" Rachel gleefully replied.
Kurt turned around. "Are you kidding?" He crossed his arms.
Rachel shook her head. "Nope."
"This is so unlike you," Kurt pointed out. "And what about school?"
Rachel scoffed. "Ha, we'll be back by Monday, you idiot. We're staying until early tomorrow morning, and we'll catch the next flight back to Lima then."
"We're flying?" This was all so unbelievable.
"Well, duh! We can't get to Vegas by tonight by car, and we won't get there at all if you don't put on some clothes and get out to the DAMN CAR. I'll be waiting." Rachel waved and skipped out the door.