"I love you like a fat kid loves cake," said Blaine randomly as he and Kurt walked down the street.

Kurt's eyebrow arched. "What? What's up with all the sudden offensive fat kid jokes?"

"Offensive?" Blaine shook his head. "How can they offend you? You're smaller than Mario before he eats his mushroom."

Mercedes walked over to them. "Hey, guys. Have you seen Rachel and Finn around?"

Kurt shook his head. "No."

"What about Artie and Quinn?"

"No," Kurt repeated. "Why?"

"Look." Mercedes held up a pregnancy test, a panicked look on her face. Two lines.

Blaine beamed. "Mercedes, that's great! I'm so happy for you!" He hugged her, and that hug was followed by one from Kurt.
"Well, how did this happen?" Kurt asked.

Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know. It just… happened."

"Is Shane the father?" asked Blaine.

Mercedes nodded. "He's the only boy I've ever slept with."

"Why did you wait until we came to Vegas to take a pregnancy test?" asked Kurt.

Mercedes replied, "I've been meaning to for a couple days because of what I thought were symptoms, but I never got to. I came across this little trashy store on a corner and they had these, so I bought one." She sighed. "I'm really scared… how am I gonna tell Shane?"
Kurt patted her shoulder. "I'm sure it's gonna be alright." He clasped his hands together. "You're pregnant! Wow!"

"And we're the first ones to know?" said Blaine.

Mercedes nodded. "Yup. Come on. Let's go find Rachel and Finn and tell them."

"Pizza!" Rachel cooed, sitting down at a table in a restaurant. She set a hot pizza box down in the middle and sat down next to her boyfriend.

Finn smiled. "Wow. A Las Vegas pizza. I wonder how they taste."

Rachel pulled open the lid and took a slice out. "Probably how they taste everywhere else, duh." She looked around and took a bite. "It's so sparkly in here."

Finn nodded. "Yeah, I—"

"Oh. My. God. This pizza is AMAZING," Rachel said, her eyes widening. "Finn, eat some." She took out a slice and shoved it at him.

Finn's eyebrow arched. "Okay…" He shrugged and took a bite. "I don't get—WHOA."

Rachel nodded. "I know, right?"
"Oh, hey, small world," Quinn cooed as she and Artie rolled over to Rachel and Finn's table.

Finn smiled. "Hey, you guys. What have you been up to?"

"Artie and I just had the best time at a karaoke bar," Quinn replied.

"Yeah," Artie agreed. "We sung 'You're the One That I Want' from the movie Grease."

"Awe," said Rachel, taking another bite. "Ooh, you guys need to try this pizza."

"Yeah," Finn agreed. "It's unbelievable."
Quinn and Artie each grabbed a slice and bit into it. Both their eyes widened. "WHOA!" they cried in unison.

"I know!" Rachel exclaimed.

Mercedes, Kurt, and Blaine walked down the street. "Ugh, this is getting upsetting," said Mercedes. "Where the hell did they go?"

"It's a big city," said Kurt. "Maybe we should just go back to the hotel and wait for them."

Mercedes made a face. "Crap. We never GOT a hotel room! Didn't it occur to anybody?"

"Guess not," said Blaine. He took out his cell phone. "Okay, why hasn't anybody suggested calling or texting them?"

Kurt made a face. "Well, duh! You're the smartest boyfriend ever." He kissed him, then took out his cell and called Rachel.

Lady Gaga's 'Yoü and I' started blaring from Rachel's phone. She dug it out of her purse. Artie raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you like Lady Gaga?"

"Umm, since when do you get to comment on my ringtone?" said Rachel as she answered the call. "Hey, Kurt. We're at some restaurant. The Big Palace. They serve the best pizza ever here. Oh, good! You should come! Big news? Okay… good or bad? Oh, okay!" She hung up.

"What is it?" asked Finn.
"Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes are coming," Rachel replied. "Something about big news."

"Ooh," Quinn exclaimed, reaching for the last slice of pizza before Rachel smacked her hand away. "What?"

"You arrived late, I get the last slice." She smirked and ripped it down the middle, giving the other half to Finn.