What Happens in Vegas (Stays with You Forever)

Prologue

"Nnngh…It's too bright…" Quinn mumbled, her eyes still shut. The morning sun beaming in through the window was more than enough to aggravate her; the early hours were never her favorite, despite all those before school cheerleading practices she'd endured. Also aggravating was small buzzing sound coming from somewhere in the penthouse suite, echoing through her ears. The tiny noise alerted her to the pounding headache setting in at her temples and quickly getting worse as her body slowly awakened. God! Why had they had so much to drink the night before?

Slowly, painfully, she opened her eyes, groaning as she became acutely aware of just how hung-over she truly was. Gradually she pushed herself up into a sitting position, squinting as she looked around the room. Then her eyes went wide when she realized that she was not wearing her usual tank top and sleep shorts. Stifling a gasp, she took a peek under the covers and saw that she was, in fact, very naked. Slamming her eyes shut once more, she groaned and pulled the blanket back over herself and felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, racking her brain to remember just what had happened last night.

She remembered going to a club with the other Glee girls, and she remembered coming back to the room, but then her mind started to haze out a bit and in the fog, she couldn't for the life of her recall anything that had happened in between.

"It's okay, Quinn..." she whispered, as though giving herself a pep talk. "People have one-night stands all the time...especially in Las Vegas." She slowly looked down and to her right, and sure enough, the spot next to her contained another body. Swallowing hard, Quinn tentatively reached out to grab the top of the duvet and pulled it down little by little, slowly revealing the identity of the person sharing the bed. It was Santana, still completely passed out, her hair tousled and splayed in dark waves all over the pillows. Her mouth was slightly parted and there were lipstick stains all over her face. Quinn to laughed softly at the sight, rolling her eyes.

"What the fuck were we doing last night?"

She let out a sigh of relief, happy that at least it wasn't some stranger lying next to her, but also a little sad that she couldn't remember the sex because she'd been so intoxicated the night before. The night of Mr. Schuester's failed wedding was one she could never forget; she had always longed for a repeat, and what a bummer it was to know that it had apparently happened again at last, yet she couldn't remember a damned thing.

She turned her head, wincing in pain, to glance at the nightstand, happy to see that drunk Quinn had at least been smart enough to leave a bottle of water and several aspirin there. She leaned over to reach for the pills and the bottle, her fingertips brushing at the edges of the bottle - and abruptly, her hand came to a complete stop, her eyes widening with disbelief at the sight of something shiny glinting on one of her fingers.

"No, no, no." Quinn whispered, shaking her head and blinking rapidly. She slowly pulled her left hand back, focusing with some difficulty on the shiny thing that wasn't there the night before…or ever. "It's probably just a joke. I was drunk," she reasoned as she examined the wedding ring sitting comfortably on her third finger. "Really drunk. There…there's just no way -"

"S' too bright," Santana mumbled suddenly, her voice soft, yet entirely too loud in the quiet of the room, diverting Quinn's attention from her discovery. She turned to watch as Santana rolled over onto her stomach, the picture of what must have happened the previous night becoming horrifyingly clear in her mind.

Both of her hands flew up to clasp tightly over her mouth. Her eyes bulged out as her stomach twisted itself into a hard knot. The remnants of whatever alcohol she'd consumed bubbled and rose up through her esophagus as she read the words scrawled - in her own handwriting, no less - upon Santana's back in bright hot pink lipstick:

'Just Married!'


A/N: This is a collaboration with images-in-words