A/N: I don't know what I'm doing. Someone stop me before this gets crazy.

This is a fill for a request on the glee_fluff_meme. It'll focus on all members of the Glee club, but mostly Sam, Kurt, Blaine, Santana, and probably Puck.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I do, however, own the strange things that go on in my brain and end up here.

Most people would consider themselves very lucky to stay in contact with almost everyone they knew and loved in high school for almost four years afterwards.

Sam Evans does not.

It's not that he doesn't like his friends, because he does. He loves them as much as he did as a teenager. And yes, some of them may be dramatic, narcissistic, judgemental, naive, and, at least back then, back-stabbing homewreckers. But when he thinks about who made an impact on his life, when he thinks about who inspired him, he remembers the glee club and how supportive they were of the new kid, who later became the homeless kid.

But when he thinks about his glee club members now, he remembers that they're the people who planned his 21st birthday party without his consent and then kidnapped him and started driving to Vegas.

And now he's wedged in between Rachel and Mercedes in the backseat of Quinn's car while Finn struggles to read a map in the passenger seat.

"Wait, I don't get it," Finn says to Quinn. "Why don't we just take this road right here?" He points to a spot near the center of the map. Quinn leans over the map and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Because, Finn," Quinn begins slowly, "that's a river." Mercedes chokes back a laugh, and Rachel rolls her eyes at him. Sam wonders if they're fighting again. Most likely, judging by the indignant looks she keeps shooting him and the apologetic look he has plastered to his face.

Sam really does not want to be here right now.

The only upside right now is the fact that he might get so drunk he won't be able to remember how disasterous this weekend is going to be. And that's only a possibility.

"You know Finn, reading a map is not all that difficult," Rachel says. "Although, I wouldn't know, I happen to have a very keen sense of direction-"

Sam drowns her out. He's getting good at that. He lets out an exasperated sigh that comes out louder than it was supposed to. Mercedes frowns at him.

"Are you alright, boy?" she asks him, one eyebrow cocked. She sounds genuinely concerned, and he almost tells her that he isn't exactly excited about the prospect of spending a week in Vegas with some of the most unpredictable people ever. But he doesn't.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just one of those days, I guess," he lies.

"Well, you'll feel much better when we actually get there," she reassures him.

If we ever get there, Sam thinks, looking back at Finn, who seems to be having difficulties figuring out which way is North on the map.

Shut up and put your money where your mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Santana grits her teeth as she hears "Waking Up in Vegas" for the sixth time in half an hour. That hobbit would have been dead a long time ago were it not for the fact that he was hot and Kurt was kind of attached to him.

Also, Brittany seems to like the song a lot, so that's the main reason Santana has refrained from throwing her curling iron at Kurt's car radio.

Still, she's not entirely thrilled that Blaine gets to be in charge of the radio just because he and Kurt are sleeping together. And they love each other, or whatever. She doesn't care how in love they are, the point is she never needs to hear Katy Perry or that "Blackbird" song ever again.

She rests her head against the window and tangles her fingers with Brittany's. Britt squeezes gently before breaking into the chorus again with Blaine, who only gets more enthusiastic with each refrain.

How Kurt handles that hyper little labradoodle of a man, she'll never know.

This is the greatest idea Puck has ever had.

He had wondered aloud to Artie one day why they had never been to Las Vegas, and Artie had replied that they never had a reason to. And the perfect excuse for a trip to Vegas? Turning 21.

And if he couldn't get plastered in Vegas on his 21st birthday, then he was gonna get plastered in Vegas on someone else's 21st birthday.

It only made sense that they take their youngest friend on his birthday, since everyone would be of age and would have no excuse to stay sober. At least they'd better not. Because nothing is stopping him from having his Hangover experience.

You know, without the tiger.

So he calls Mercedes and Santana, who call everyone else, and within two hours the entire group knows about Sam's 21st Vegas Birthday Extravaganza. Except for Sam, who wasn't notified until yesterday. But the surprise element makes it all that much better, right?

He thinks about calling Sam to tell him he's the one to thank for all this, but he's kind of busy driving and making sure Lauren doesn't tear anyone in the car apart. She's sick of Artie's rapping and Tina's whining and Mike's dancing (even though Puck's not sure how he manages to do that in the car.)

"I swear to God," she starts, "if you guys don't shut the hell up and stop your pop-and-locking, I will set your hair on fire."

Yeah, that was probably his biggest priority right now.

A/N: That was a nice little prologue before all the real shenanagans begin. Hold on, because it's going to be an epic ride.