Sal's Universe, Las Vegas, Nevada.

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Sal sneezes, wondering if she doesn't have a slight allergy to Kurt's bamf-smoke, and looks around. Sure enough, it was Las Vegas. Fremont Street's overhead screens glittered with scenes of fireworks and flashing lights. It was energizing and exciting.

"Oh wow," she said, looking at the sheer mass of light around her. Port aux Basques it wasn't. This was an amazing place that was just alive.

And here was where she was going to get married.

The prospect was quite thrilling; but she wondered if this wasn't entirely hokey.

But all it took really was to turn to Kurt and simply look at him and know that this was exactly what she wanted. She could see the lights reflected in his monochromatic yet very expressive eyes.

"I don't even have a hairbrush," she muttered to herself, feeling suddenly very homely and in no fit state to be wed.

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"I thought you might like it," he said softly, leading her up the walk as a woman in a simple black skirt suit opened the door and smiled at them.

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"Hi," Sal said meekly to the woman.

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She smiled warmly and ushured them inside. "Hi. Nervous?"

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"Um," Sal felt like she was thirteen. "Kind of. But excited." She looked over at Kurt and grinned. "Yeah. Definitely looking forward to this."

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The woman's eyes twinkled, then went wondering as she looked at Kurt. It was plain she'd never seen anyone like him, but was only a little curious rather than repulsed. "I'm Pastor Leeanne. You must be Sal." Her smile returned. "Kurt was right. You are lovely."

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"Yes, b'y." She then flushed and looked at her feet. "And thank you."

She then cast a what-the-heck-did-you-tell-this-woman glance at Kurt.