A/N - All I can say is WOW! I have never had a reaction like this one of my stories. When I got home last night and checked my email I was floored. There were almost 100 emails! Reviews, Alerts, Favourites. I was shocked, but also very inspired. The fact that so many people like 'Waking Up In Vegas' is unbelievable. I just didn't expect it. There was no way that I could message everybody, so I thought this would be the best way to do it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Anyway, on with the story. Here's chapter two. I'm not completely sure about it, but hopefully you guys will like it. One other note: for the purposes of this story Finn is the father of Quinn's baby and not Puck. Enjoy. Please keep reviewing, it keeps me motivated to write more.

Puck

He and Rachel are 15 minutes late to breakfast. They mumble apologies to Mr. Shuester and Ms. Pillsbury before slinking toward the two empty chairs at the end of the table. For reasons that escape him, Puck finds himself pulling out Rachel's chair. Finn and Quinn openly gape at them as Rachel sends him a shy smile and he shrugs before settling into his own chair. He's not really sure why he did it, he just kind of figured he should. Their marriage might not be legal but until a lawyer or judge or someone tells him that, she's still his wife and, you know, he feels like he should be pulling out her chair and shit... he looses all train of thought when he looks across the table to see Kurt giving him some serious stink eyes and Mercedes smirking as though she knows some big secret. What the hell are they looking at? If Beyonce ran his mouth, he was going to get a serious ass kicking. Well, maybe not an actual ass kicking because Hummel's pretty small so that would almost be like beating up a girl but he's definitely getting tossed in a dumpster first thing Monday morning.

"Noah." Rachel's hand on his arm brings him back to reality and he turns to see her shaking her head. The entire table is now flat out gawking, Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury included. He glares across the table one more time before focussing on the food in front of him. Rachel pats his arm gently and begins to eat her breakfast. After a rather awkward breakfast everyone heads back to their rooms to pack. He and Rachel lock eyes for a second when they step off the elevator before Puck heads towards his room and Rachel heads in the opposite direction. He opens the door to the hotel room to find Kurt waiting for him, arms crossed defiantly over his chest.

"Hummel, I'm really not in the mood." He brushes past him and begins gathering his clothes, which are still scattered around the room from the previous night, shoving them haphazardly into his bag.

"What the hell Puckerman?" Kurt's voice is confrontational and Puck slowly looks at him.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Puck stands up, towering over the smaller boy. He almost expects Kurt to cower but instead he raises his head and looks him straight in the eye.

"What are you doing with Rachel?" He asks point blank and Puck's got to give him credit. The kid's got balls.

"I'm not doing anything with Rachel, not that it's any of your business." Puck scoffs before turning away to continue grabbing his clothes.

"This is my business!" Puck looks up to see him dangling Rachel's lilac bra from two fingers. Growling, he grabbed the lingerie and shoved it into his bag. "Rachel and I may not always see eye to eye, but she's still my friend and she doesn't deserve to be treated the way you treat all of your conquests. And I don't know what you told her, but if you lied to her in some way…."

"What?" Puck spins around. "What the hell are you accusing me of? Do you think I tricked her into marrying me so I could get into her pants." His eyes flash angrily. "You don't know a fucking thing, so just stay the fuck out of it." He throws the last of his belongings into his bag and roughly pulls the zipper shut before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving a stunned Kurt staring after him.

Rachel

She carefully avoids Quinn's probing eyes as she carefully packs her belongings. "I'm not going to judge you, you know." Quinn's voice is quiet and Rachel freezes in the middle of zipping her suitcase. She lifts her head to find Quinn sitting on the edge of her bed, her hand resting lightly on her protruding stomach, her bag sitting next to her.

"Excuse me?" Rachel's voice cracks a little as she stares at the blonde.

"Puck." Quinn says knowingly. "If you're expecting me to judge you for sleeping with him, I'm not going to and I'm not going to spread this around school if you're worried about that. I already told Santana and Britney to keep their mouths shut too."

"What?" Her eyes widen. "I don't know what… Noah and I…."

"Don't even try to deny it, man hands…" Quinn breaks off for a second. "Sorry. Rachel, you didn't sleep here last night and you and Puck show up late for breakfast looking like… well, looking like you just spent all night having wild sex." Rachel feels her face grow hot and she drops her head a little, turning back to her suitcase. "I'm just saying, I get it. It's Puck."

"What are you saying?" Rachel's head shoots up before she can stop herself. "Have you and Noah…" She can't even finish the sentence and she's choosing to ignore the way her stomach knots at the thought of Quinn and Noah together like that.

"Oh God no!" Quinn shakes her head quickly. "But I do have eyes. He's like sex on a stick. You'd have to be dead not to notice." She slowly gets to her feet and crosses the room slowly to stand in front of Rachel. "Look, this is none of my business. I'm just going to shut up."

"No, it's OK." Rachel shakes her head, lifting her bag from the bed and placing it on the floor. "I guess, considering all of the circumstantial evidence it's sort of pointless to try and deny what happened between Noah and I." She chews her lip nervously as she stares at the pregnant girl in front of her. She's never been one to wish for popularity, she's always been content in knowing that she was meant for greater things than Lima, Ohio, but right now, in this moment, she wishes she had a close girlfriend that she could talk to. She put a brave face on for Noah this morning but the truth is she's really freaking out about this whole thing.

"Like I said, no judgement here." Quinn turns to get her own bag.

"Noah and I got married last night." The words tumble from her mouth and she clasps her hand over her mouth the second they're out almost like she's trying to shove them back in. Quinn spins around, her eyes wide in disbelief, jaw hanging open in a way that is anything but ladylike.

"What?" The pregnant girl shakes her head as if trying to shake something loose. "I must have lost my mind for a second because I thought you just said that you got married last night… to Puck."

"Oh my God!" Rachel collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. "Quinn, please, you can't tell anyone." She looks up at her desperately. "I don't even know what I told you. I didn't mean to. I just had to tell someone."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Quinn slowly sits on the bed next to her, staring straight ahead. "You and Puck got married last night? When? How?"

"We went to a casino and Noah started winning and they started giving us free drinks…" Rachel paused for a moment as she thought back to the night before. "When we were leaving he kissed me and, when he pulled away, he asked me to marry him and I said yes and here we are." Quinn doesn't say a word she just continues to stare at her. "Noah and I discussed it this morning, and I'm fairly certain that it can be voided rather easily but…"

"But you still pulled a Britney Spears and you're kind of flipping out?" Quinn offers and Rachel can't help but laugh a bit as she looks at her.

"Exactly." She nods, clasping her hands in her lap. "Quinn, I know you and I aren't friends but…"

"I won't breathe a word." Quinn says and Rachel looks at her, surprise written all over her face. "I'm not really in a place to be passing judgment on anyone." She points at her ever expanding stomach while giving Rachel a knowing look. "We should get going." She braces herself to stand and Rachel grasps her arm gently and helps her to her feet. Rachel quickly grabs Quinn's bag and lays it on hers. "Thanks." Quinn smiles and Rachel nods as she rolls both bags toward the door pulling it open. "Listen, Rachel, if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me." Rachel's face drops in yet another mask of surprise. "When I found out that I was pregnant, I didn't have anyone to talk to. I know you're not in the exact same situation, but still…" Quinn shrugs a little, obviously uncomfortable.

"Thank you Quinn." Rachel flashes her a smile, a real one this time. "I appreciate that."

Puck

He's still fuming when he reaches the lobby. Who the fuck does Hummel think he is? Puck will freely admit that he's capable of a lot of things, but even he wouldn't sink so low as to trick a girl into marrying him just to get into her pants. Besides, he's pretty sure that he would have gotten into Rachel's pants last night anyway, even without the whole wedding thing. Then why the hell did you do it, dumb ass? That stupid little voice in his head (a voice that sounds a lot like Hummel for some reason) says and he mutters some choice swear words as he throws his bag angrily on the floor. It skids to a stop near a pair of white sneakers and Puck looks up to find Finn staring at him. Just fucking great! This is absolutely the last thing he needs right now. Saint Finn. He's probably going to starting cross examining him about Rachel too and the truth is he just can't fucking deal with it right now. His mind is working overtime just trying to process the fact that he got married, so he really doesn't have the patience or energy to justify himself to Finn. Why the fuck does Finn even care anyway? He's got Quinn. Rolling his eyes, he grabs his bag and heads toward the door.

"Did you sleep with her?" Finn's voice causes him to stop dead in his tracks and he slowly turns to look at his best friend, who's eyes are blazing with obvious jealousy. Puck can only imagine what would happen if he told Finn what really happened last night. If he's this worked up over the fact that Puck might have slept with Rachel, what would he do if he found out they had eloped. He's also trying not to think about the fact that somewhere between last night and this morning, he stopped thinking of her as 'Berry' and started thinking of her as Rachel.

"How is this your business?" Puck eyes him scornfully before rolling his eyes one more time. "Shouldn't you be more concerned about your pregnant girlfriend, than what Rachel and I do?" Finn opens his mouth to retort but Puck stops listening when the elevator doors open and Rachel steps out pulling her suitcase and Quinn's. He throws a quick glance at Quinn, who's watching him with an expression that almost looks like understanding. Pushing past Finn, he makes his way towards the two girls. "Hey, let me help you." He reaches for Rachel's bag and she smiles up at him. A moment ago he was completely livid and ready to pound the crap out of anyone who looked at him sideways but somehow one smile from Rachel Berry and he's completely calm. That shit can't be normal.

"I'm going to go talk to Finn." Quinn grabs her bag and Rachel starts to protest. "I got it. We'll talk later." She throws a look in Puck's direction before heading off toward the tall baritone.

"What the hell was that about?" Puck stares after her.

"Please don't be mad at me, Noah." The tone in Rachel's voice causes him to spin back to her quickly. She's chewing on her bottom lip, something he knows she only does when she's nervous (don't ask him how he knows that, he just does).

"Rachel, what could be worse than what's already done?" He nudges her playfully, trying to get a smile because truthfully he doesn't know what else to do. She sort of looks like she's going to cry.

"I told Quinn." She lifts her eyes to his and his face drops is disbelief. "I'm sorry. I know I should have discussed it with you first. All of this affects you as well. I realize that it's probably better that the less people who know about this the better and I know that didn't have any right to tell her but I just needed to tell someone…" She swipes at her face quickly. Fuck! She's crying. Damn it! He may be a badass but he still can't handle seeing a girl cry.

"Shh, Rach, it's OK." He wraps his arms around her a little hesitantly. "It's OK, really."

"Puck, what did you do to her?" He's suddenly being pulled away from Rachel and he stumbles back a few feet to see Finn hunched over in front of her. Puck feels a whole knew rush of anger flow through him as he stares at Finn's back. "Rachel, you can talk to me. If he took advantage of you…" Something inside of him snaps when he sees Finn reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Son of a bitch!

"Of course not, Noah would never…" He doesn't give Rachel the chance to finish her sentence as he pulls Finn away from her and shoves him hard.

"What the hell?" Finn stares at him with that stupid look he gets and the sight only angers Puck more. "You got a problem, Puck?"

"Yeah, I got a problem! You!" Puck shoves him again, much harder and the taller boy stumbles back. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself and stay the hell away from my wife!"