"Here we are!" Rachel cooed as they walked across the airport.
Quinn and Artie rolled themselves along. Quinn looked around. "Wow. Isn't it amazing?" she said. "I didn't plan to come to Vegas for a long time."
"Neither did I," Artie agreed.
Rachel had wrapped herself around Finn's arm. "Wow. The land of casinos, gambling, and premarital marriage." She chortled and cuddled into her boyfriend.
Kurt and Blaine looked around. Kurt looked at Blaine. "Wow, two hours until nighttime. What do you wanna do? I mean, it's Vegas! The city of lights!"
"I thought that was New York," said Blaine.
"I thought it was Hollywood," said Artie.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's the city of con artists." He smirked.
Artie nodded. "Now that makes sense!"
Quinn looked up at Mercedes. "Two hours till nighttime."
Mercedes nodded. "I know. Let's get some food."
Quinn raised an eyebrow. "But you just ate on the plane..."
Mercedes nodded. "And now I'm hungry again. Come on."
Quinn shrugged as they walked out of the airport into Sin City. "Let's find a restaurant," said Mercedes.
Rachel looked down at her watch. "Oh, well. That sounds cool. Finn and I are outing tonight. That's when the real fun starts."
"What... real fun?" asked Finn, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel chuckled. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." She tickled him under his chin. He didn't know whether to be turned on or frightened.
At dusk, Artie and Quinn were rolling down a street. Artie looked over at Quinn. "Isn't it amazing at night?"
Quinn looked around and nodded. "I've never seen so many lights in one place. Or so many weird-looking people. I just saw a woman with a beard."
Artie laughed. "Vegas is a very weird place, indeed."
Quinn's eyes widened and a grin spread over her face. "Artie... do you see what I see?"
Artie looked over. "A... cyropractor?"
Quinn shook her head. "No! A karaoke bar!"
Artie smiled. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Got them moves like Jagger, got them moves like Jagger
Got them mooooooves like Jagger!
As the final whistle sounded off the speakers, applause filled the crowded karaoke bar. Artie and Quinn rolled in. Apparently, they didn't serve alcohol there. Then why call it a bar? Oh, well.
A man (dressed very wildly) walked over to the microphone and said cherfully, "Alright, who is next, bitches of the state of Nevadaaaaaa?"
"Us!" Quinn yelled, throwing up her hand.
Nobody seemed to disagree. Everybody cheered as the two wheeled onto the stage. "Hello! How are you two tonight?" the man asked.
"We're feelin' musical!" Quinn cooed. "Put on some Grease!"
ARTIE
I got chills, they're multiplyin'
And I'm losin' control
'Cuz the power you're supplyin'
It's electrifyin'!
QUINN
You better shape up cuz I need a man
And my heart is set on you
Better shape up, you better understand
To my heart I must be true
ARTIE
Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do
BOTH
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh, honey
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh, honey
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh
The one I need, oh, yes indeed
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh, honey
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh, honey
You're the one that I want!
You are the one I want, ooh, ooh, ooh
The one I need, oh, yes indeed
You're the one that I want!
The crowd roared with applause. Quinn looked over at Artie. He smiled at her and said, "For a newcomer, you've got mad wheelchair moves."
Quinn beamed. "Aw! I'll never be as good as you!"
Artie shrugged. "True..."
She hit him playfully in the shoulder as they rolled off the stage.