Blaine turned in bed and bumped into something laying next to him. He awoke to find a man next to him. He screamed, causing his aching head to throb from the intensity. The man woke up with question in his eyes.

"What?" He asked casually.

"What are you doing in my hotel room?" Blaine asked.

"We got married. Then we went to the bar where you got drunk and on your intoxicated ass we decided that to feel like a married couple we should sleep with each other before the divorce." The man explained, "Well, not like that type of sleep. We never had any sex." He cleared up.

Blaine let the fuzzy memory of last night come back to him, "Did I really get drunk?" He asked.

"That might be why youre having difficulty remembering something that happened a couple hours ago. Yes." The man replied with a hand gesture, "Plus, you said youve been drinking and gambling your pain away."

"True, about the new drinking and gambling addiction but my intoxication may also explain why I have such a massive headache." Blaine said rubbing his temples.

"A hangovers a hangover. Theyre all horrible bitches demanding for attention."

"Do I have any aspirin?" Blaine asked loudly to himself.

"How should I know?" The man chuckled with a shrug, "I just met you."

Blaine death glared him, "I wasnt talking to you!" He exclaimed before reaching down for his bag. He found it and brought it up to his lap.

"You should do your thinking quietly."

"Kurt?" Blaine asked as he dug through his bag.

"You remembered!" Kurt exclaimed in a frod excitement.

"Of course I remembered, Im not an idiot!"

"Short term memory, maybe." Kurt replied.

Blaine sighed impatiently, "Do you have any aspirin?"

"Yep!" Kurt announced proudly as he became more alert in the bed. Blaine watched Kurt expectantly. Kurt remain to sit there motionless, "Why arent you giving me any?" Blaine finally asked.

"You never asked."

"I nev-" Blaine sighed, "Can you get me some aspirin, please?"

"There you go!" Kurt exclaimed as he patted Blaines back, "But I have to go back to my room!"

"Where is it?" Blaine asked.

"Floor five." Kurt said with no emotion in his voice.

"All right, Ill go without it. Im not gonna wait. A headache will pass."

"Now lets go get that divorce." Kurt flipped the covers off him and began to stand but Blaine stopped him.

"Can we not?" Blaine asked.

"That wasnt the deal."

"I know. I know. Its just that I dont remember much of last night. I didnt get to experience the married life like we said we wanted to do."

Kurt eyed him, "That wasnt-"

"Please? Just one more day? For me?"

"I have to go back home to-"

"Me too. And we both live in New York!" Blaine exclaimed, remembering more of last night.

Kurt pursed his lips in thought, "All right." He agreed.

"Yes!" Blaine exclaimed as he hugged Kurt, "Now, what do you want to do while were still here in Las Vegas?"

"Well..."

"Ooh, I know!" Blaine began, clapping his hands together, "Lets hit all the hot casinos in the area! Starting at the place of our wedding!" He smiled a bright, teethy smile at Kurt.

"Or maybe just the casino downstairs. Im not in the mood for hot spots."

"Deal!"

The two walked into the casino. It wasnt as busy as last night but it still had a few people crowding around the poker tables and slot machines.

"What do you say? A rematch at Blackjack? I might let you win." Kurt said.

"How?"

"Break so that maybe you could beat the dealer."

Blaine turned to the Blackjack tables, "I dont know..." He squinted his eyes skeptically, "Our officiant isnt working..."

Kurt couldnt help the chuckle that was forcing out of his lips. He tried to compose himself before he spoke, "Okay then... slot machines! See who racks up the most money on the old gambling machine!"

"Im just kidding. Of course I want to play Blackjack. Its our game!"

"You say our like its a good thing."

Blaine rolled his eyes and drug his husband to a near empty Blackjack table.

"This dealers good." Blaine whispered to Kurt as they both lost their third consecutive game.

"Yeah, he is not our officiant." Kurt agreed.

"All I want to do is win a game."

"Well maybe this will be your lucky break." Kurt said. All the cards were dealt out and Kurt picked his up which he immediately laid back down, "Blackjack!" He smiled as he crossed his arms and there on the table was his hand: a black jack of hearts and a black ace of spades.

Blaine nudged Kurt as he took his winnings, "Not my break. How do you do that?" He asked.

"I dont. I just go with what I got." Kurt told him.

"Did you get your money back?"

"No, Im short about twenty, maybe thirty bucks."

"Damn!"

"Wait, why am I telling you all of this?" Kurt realized.

Blaine scoffed, "Because were married, thats why!"

"Not for long." Kurt countered.

"But its gonna feel long." Blaine pointed out, "You just cant wait until that divorce that its the only thing on your mind."

Kurt raised his eyebrows as his only response. He looked down at his watch, "I better get going. I have to catch my flight."

"Uh... we have to go. Im on the same flight as you!"

"The two thirty flight for NY?" Kurt questioned.

"Uh... flight five-ten set to leave at two thirty from the McCarran Airport heading for New York, yes." Blaine replied, giving in best detail his flight information.

"Please tell me your seat number isnt J3?" Kurt begged desperately.

"Uh... No..." Blaine answered. Kurt sighed with relief, "Im in seat J1."

"Im J2! God Dammit, Im not gonna get a break from you!"

"What? You dont want to sit next to your husband?"

Kurt squinted his eyes in anger, "I regret all my decisions I made with you." He said.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "If youd never met me here youd have met me on the plane. There is no escaping Blaine Anderson."

"Anderson?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, thats my last name."

"Oh, look how well a married couple knows each other!" Kurt joked

Blaine laughed at Kurts outburst, "Like we really needed to get to know each other if we should be getting a divorce tomorrow."

"Thats true." Kurt agreed with a head nod, "Now lets go."

They both stood and left the casino to go back to their separate rooms to finish packing.

The two didnt meet back until they were waiting for their flight back home. Blaine approached Kurt who was looking down at his thumbs as he twiddled them on his lap, "Fancy meeting you here, stranger." Blaine smiled as he took a seat next to Kurt.

"Why dont you sit and stay a while?" Kurt asked sarcastically.

"Thanks, I will." Blaine smiled. Kurt bitch glared him, "Its gonna be a long trip sitting next to your husband isnt it?" Kurt gave him a bit more softened look, "I want to get this divorce just as much as you do. We had a stupid idea that we thought would be over before you know it but I guess not-"

"It was all your fault!" Kurt said quickly intruding in on Blaine.

Blaine sat silent for a moment, "I know... but youre acting like Im a horrible person. Ive done nothing wrong to you. Dont hold a grudge on me for something you were in equal part of."

Kurt sighed, "I just feel so stupid is all."

"What, you think I dont?" Blaine asked in retort, "I just want to experience being married then get a divorce."

"Flight five-ten to New York is now boarding!" The announcer called.

"Thats us." Kurt said as he stood to board. Blaine copied him and they both walked off to the plane together.