The first night in Vegas night was Kurt's night. That had been decided as soon as the boy's conversations about the trip went from "How fun would it be if…." and "Lima sucks" to "I've worked enough hours…" and "my dad will let me take the wheelchair accessible car."

Kurt was going to have a "classy night on the town." Puck and Artie agreed to do it, even if it wasn't their cup of tea. As long as it was the first night in Vegas, it would almost be like pacing themselves. And Artie was pretty sure that he'd heard that there were half naked chicks in Cacique de Solie, which was cool by him. The boys were thinking that with the money they had, they'd be in for a dinner somewhere and then one show.

They hadn't counted on Kurt's bargaining skills. He bought from the same fashion houses as the Royal family on a teenager's budget , for god's sakes, he knew how to stretch a buck.

Which is how he got them into a whine tasting, tickets to a sold out fashion show, dinner at one of the best sucie places in America, and a limo with VIP tickets to take them to Cerique de Solie. Puck and Artie hadn't counted on this.

They also hadn't counted on Kurt having a pre-made dress code for them.

"I didn't pack a suit jacket. I have a windbreaker though…"

"Dude, is this laminated?"

"Yes, Puck it is." Kurt examined his face as he looked at the list. "And you didn't pack a single thing on that list, did you?"

"I have a feather boa?" he offered. Puck felt a little bad. This was supposed to be Kurt's night. They didn't have stuff like this in Lima, or anywhere really, and Kurt was still visibly depressed by whoever had texted him in the car.

"I am going to get dressed. You guys…" Kurt looked over at their four bags, then back at his seven. "At this point, maybe you guys should go naked."

"I'm saving that for tomorrow, actually." Artie quipped.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but he did have a small smile when he went into the bathroom. He came out in a full tuxedo 9 minutes later with his hair gelled into some sort of mocked pompadour.

Artie raised his eye brows at Puck, who gave Kurt a once over then nodded.

"I don't have anything like that packed, Kurt."

"I figured as much Mr. Abams. However, you and I are roughly the same size. So we'll fix this. Don't smirk like that Noah Puckerman, don't think I'm letting you such a boring tee shirt in public. I wear oversized clothes, I'm going to have something for you too."

Forty-eight minutes, 92 articles of clothing, a bottle of hair gel, and seventeen safety pins later, after enough yelling to have house keeping knock at the door, setting off the fire alarm, coming dangerously close to breaking the wheelchair, and making Puck cry, Kurt declared that "at least he'd look good in comparison" and to "come on the wine tasting was starting in twenty minutes."