Kurt was walking around  with his friends, looking around at the bright lights and the life around him.

Never had he thought he would ever be here but Santana could be very convincing.

So here he was, together with all his girlfriends in Las Vegas, celebrating Santana her last week of freedom before she would be married to Dani, a girl she had met while working at the diner.

He looked over at the bright Eifel tower and frowned a bit. Why couldn't they be in Paris right now.

Santana wrapped her arm around his neck, already having drunk more than she should have and it was only the beginning of the night.

“I want to see strippers,” she slurred out as she looked back towards Rachel, Tina, Sugar, Mercedes, Quinn and Kitty who were following behind them.  

The other's, who had also drank more than enough, cheered in agreement.

Kurt rolled his eyes a bit as he watched them stumble over the walkway like a walking cliché.

“Common Ladyface,” Santana  slurred as she breathed her alcohol breath over his face, “We know you love some man on man.”

Kurt pulled her arm carefully from around his neck and smiled towards her, “how about we walk around a bit longer first. The fresh air will do you good.”

Santana pouted and made her way back towards the other girls. Kurt could already hear them planning to wake up in the same state as Hangover movie.

Kurt shook his head as he chuckled, already imagining them all waking up with a terrible headache. At least they got that part right.

It was when he started hearing a voice that he started leading the girls towards the fountains.

In front of them stood a guy, dressed like Elvis, singing his heart out with Elvis songs.

The guy was doing some Elvis moves as he was cheered on by many other people watching.

The song slowly neared its end as the guy looked up and caught eyes with Kurt's.

Kurt held his breath for a bit as the guy winked at him and started going into the next song, slowly moving towards him.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you

He sang as he pointed right towards Kurt before he took his head and started twirling him around while still singing the right tone.

Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

The guy let go of him once more as he jumped on the edge of the fountains, people around them all cheering for him.

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you

He once more jumped of the edge and started making his way back to Kurt. Slowly dancing in front of him as he kept on looking right in Kurt's eyes.

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you 

The crowd went nuts as they applauded for the performance. The guy made a bow and told them it was his last song for the night.

People made their way back towards the close by bars to get back to the fun night they were having.

Kurt turned around, ready to follow the girls who were giggling uncontrollably from where they were sitting on the edge of the fountains, taking selfies with each other's that definitely would be on facebook by the end of the evening.

It was only when he started walking away that he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and tug him back around.

“What's your name,” the guy asked.

Kurt looked at him a bit confused, “My name is Kurt. Thank you for the song!”

The guy held out his hand and waited for Kurt to put his into it before he started shaking it, “it's nice to meet you Kurt, I'm Blaine.”

Kurt nodded, still a bit confused as the guy looked up at him expectantly.

“Would you like to go and take a drink with me,” he asked as he almost bounced on his feet.

“Oh,” Kurt blushed as he looked towards his friends, “I'm actually here with those girls over there. We are on a bachelorette weekend.”

The guy smiled a toothy smile towards him, “me too. My friends are in the bar over there,” he pointed, “but I needed to get out for a bit. We all decided to dress up as superstars.”

Kurt started giggling, “so how did you come up with Elvis.”

The guy's eyebrow lifted like he was about to say, really? “He is an Icon, Kurt. And I make a very good Elvis,” Blaine said.

Kurt started biting on his bottom lip as he held back a smirk and nodded his head, “You sure do.”

Blaine leaned forward a bit with a playful twinkle in his eye, “maybe I can convince you by the end of the night.”

Kurt leaned forward just as much so his foreheads were almost touching, “we'll see.”

To say Blaine had convinces Kurt by the end of the night had been an understatement. Blaine's friends had been just as gone as Kurt's and Blaine had never not taken a chance to steal the show and do a few of his moves on Elvis songs for the rest of the night.

Sadly enough, What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. At least that was what Kurt thought.

But when he walked later against Blaine in the middle of the New York streets, he found out that maybe things didn't stay in Vegas.

And when a few years later, he was standing in a small chapel in Las Vegas, getting married by Elvis, he knew he would never say a bad word ever again about Vegas.

Because sometimes what happens in Vegas, stays with you for a long time.