"No. There's no way we're leaving until tomorrow," said Rachel. "We've already-"
"Rachel, just give it up," said Kurt. "My dad said he'd send the police for us if we didn't get our asses back home, pardon my French."
"The police?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "He's all the way in Ohio, and we're in Nevada. How can he send the police?"
"There's always a way," Finn replied. "Look, Rachel, sweetie, let's just go. We're probably in heaps of trouble."
"No!" Rachel snapped. "We... we can't. Senior year is almost over, we need to do something BIG."
"And we did!" said Blaine. "We came to Vegas, didn't we?"
Rachel looked down. "Yeah, I guess so..."
"And we ate the world's best pizza, didn't we?" said Finn.
Rachel nodded. "Yeah..."
"And I learned I was pregnant, didn't I?" said Mercedes.
"And Blaine and I got engaged." Kurt beamed.
Everybody's eyes widened. "WHAT? !"
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... what?"
Kurt got down on one knee. "Blaine Anderson... you mean the world to me, the whole world. I don't think I could last very long without you here, in my life." He pulled out a little blue box and opened it, revealing a diamond ring. "Will you... marry me?"
Blaine's eyes widened and he smiled. The rest of the room- all except Puck, of course- watched, hoping Blaine would respond yes.
Blaine's mouth opened, and he responded, "...