A/N: Hey first fic longer than a drabble (albeit short chapters). This story is for a prompt on the LJ glee_fluff_meme based on the somewhat cliche prompt 'Puck/Kurt-Drinking (accidental marriage)' [I couldn't resist ;P]. Anywho I hope you like and don't hesitate to give feedback :D I thrive on reviews!!

Beta-d by the lovely Lezi

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or the characters. They all belong to the brilliant mind of Ryan Murphy.

What Happened in Vegas? Oh that...

Chapter 1-Pick Your Poison

Drinking: the answer to (and cause of) all life's problems. Several shots into their evening, no one knew how true this statement was better than Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman.

The two happened to bump into each other in Las Vegas, several years after graduating from McKinley High together. It was quickly decided that they would do catching up over drinks later on that night.

The original gleeks had formed friendships in their last couple of years in McKinley, but one of the most unlikely bonds were between Kurt and Puck. It began when Puck's car broke down in the school parking lot and Kurt offered to take a look at it. Kurt's knowledge of cars came as a surprise to Puck,; he knew Burt Hummel was a mechanic and owned one of Lima's best auto shops, but he couldn't have imagined 'fancy-pants Hummel' participating in something that ran the risk of ruining his manicure. Seeing that Kurt wasn't so stereotypically gay made him respect the guy.

They became quick friends, and Kurt had developed a small crush on the jock (though he'd never admit it).

Whilst sitting at the bar that night, they easily fell back into their old rhythm of friendly conversation, which then led to them squabbling over the others' reliance when it came to holding their alcohol.

"Hummel, believe me when I say you are a lightweight," Puck declared. "Come on, you're gone after, like, two drinks. Remember that one party--senior year? You were so buzzed that you announced to everyone they should join you for a skinny dip in Brittany's pool. And then you stripped right down to your boxers before you realized that no one was joining you." He snickered to himself. "It took Finn so long to get you back into your clothes."

Kurt, clearly embarrassed (albeit rather tipsy), replied, "I can handle my liquor."

"There's one way to prove it. SHOTS!" Puck said as he gestured to the bartender for two shots of tequila. The bartender put the shots down in front of the men and Kurt eyed his warily.

"Oh come on, Puck, really?"

"What, Hummel? Scared you'll end up naked on a roulette wheel somewhere?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed as he grabbed one of the shots from the bar and downed it in one determined gulp, wincing only slightly as the burning sensation of the alcohol made it's way down his throat. He slapped the glass back onto the bar and raised an eyebrow at Puck: the game was on. Puck smiled and downed his shot, gesturing for the bartender to "keep 'em coming".

As they downed shot after shot, their awareness of the night began to slowly slip further and further away.