"Let's get a move on!" Puck called as Rachel strutted outside. "Where's the boy?"
"He's still getting all perked up," Rachel replied, walking over to the driver's side and climbing in. "I wish he'd hurry it up. We've still gotta get Mercedes, Quinn, Blaine, and Artie."
"Rachel, you've said that twelve times since you got me," said Finn, who sat in the passenger seat. "We get it. What's gotten you so hyped up about going to Las Vegas all of a sudden?"
While Finn had been talking, Rachel had been playing on her phone. Noticing when his voice stopped, she looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me? I was texting Quinn. She's at Artie's."
"Wow, since that accident, they've gotten really close," said Finn.
"I can't believe she was on her way to our wedding when it happened," said Rachel.
Puck rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."
"I feel like it was somehow-"
"Your fault. Blah, blah, blah. We know," Puck interrupted.
Rachel glared at the boy in the backseat.
Kurt walked out, wrapping a light blue scarf around his neck on the way. He looked skeptical about the idea of spending the night in Vegas; however, he couldn't deny that he wasn't a bit excited. He got in the back with Puck. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Puck yelled. "I have to spend the whole trip to the airport with Hummel back here with me?"
Rachel nodded. "You can stay there or in the trunk. Your choice."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Let's get the others and get to Vegas," he grumbled.
Kurt didn't want to risk anything, so he basically rode the door on the way to Blaine's house. Rachel honked the horn and yelled, "BLAINE! GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR ASS AND GET OUT HERE!"
Kurt's eyes widened. "Rachel!"
"Seriously, I've never even heard your voice that loud before," said Finn.
"Or that sexy," Puck added, licking his lips. "Wanna scream again?"
Rachel glared at Puck in the rearview mirror and got out. She rushed up the walkway to Blaine's house. "Seriously, do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?"
"Why'd she let Quinn and Artie know what we were doing, but not Kurt and Blaine?" Finn asked Puck.
Puck shrugged. "Probably because she knows Kurt's too goody-goody to go along with it right away."
Kurt's eyebrow arched. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Puck retorted.
"Ow! Rachel! Rachel!"
Rachel walked out the door pulling Blaine by his earlobe. She had a narked look on her face. She pulled open the backseat door and threw Blaine in next to Kurt. She looked in at them. "Our flight leaves in ten minutes. If I miss my last weekend of pure fun for awhile, I'll rip both your penises off and sell them for lint on the Internet." And with that, she slammed the door shut.
Blaine looked at Kurt. "What are we doing?"
"Vegas, baby," Kurt replied. "Good morning to you, too."
"NO!" Puck yelled. "Don't start all the mushy-gushy lovey-dovey gay stuff unless you both want kicked out of a moving car. Ya dig?"
Kurt and Blaine slowly nodded. Kurt made a face. When Rachel got in and started driving, he asked, "Rachel, all the seats are full. Where are Quinn and Artie gonna go?"
SCREECH.
Rachel's foot slammed down on the brake. The passengers flung forward, then slammed back against their seats. "Uh-oh..." she whispered. "I never thought about it."
"Why don't the freaks go in the trunk?" Puck suggested, pointing to his company in the back.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You realize we're people too, right?"
"Great idea!" Rachel cooed.
Twenty minutes later, they all sat on a plane. Kurt was still trying to straighten his jacket out. "I can't believe she made us squeeze into the trunk," he whispered to Blaine.
"I know," Blaine agreed.
Rachel sat two seats behind the boys. She sat with her head laying on Finn's shoulder. "If I could be more bored..."
Lately I've been stuck imaginin'
What I wanna do and what I really think
Time to blow out
Be a little inappropriate
'Cuz I know that everybody's thinkin' it
When the light's out
Shame on me to need release uncontrollably
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
Lately people got me all tied up
There's a countdown waiting for me to erupt
Time to blow out
Shame on me to need release uncontrollably
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the wa-a-ay
Takin' out my freak tonight
I-I-I wanna sho-o-ow all the di-i-irt
I got runnin' through my mind
A flight attendant knocked into Rachel, who was standing in the aisle. Rachel fell back into her seat. Finn raised an eyebrow. "What was up with that song? I didn't know you-"
"Could be so naughty?" Rachel chuckled. "Just wait till we get to Vegas, baby."