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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She nodded and turned to walk into the sanctuary, leaving them be till they were ready to come in.

"There's no vone to give you avay, so ve'll just go inside," said Kurt, still looking at her.

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For some reason that statment reminds Sal of her grandfather, and she frowned for a moment before brightening.

"Okay." She shook out her arms as though psyching herself up, and grinned at Kurt. "Come on, I've had enough of this waiting stuff."

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"The photographer's just inside the door," he warned, giving her his arm and nodding toward the pastor, who nodded to someone Sal couldn't see. The bridle march started.

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For eloping in Vegas, Sal mused as they walked down the aisle, this was quite the dignified setup.

Still, it didn't stop her from concentrating very hard on putting one foot in front of the other, lest she fall down.

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The photgrapher took several shots as they walked, and then continued as they came to a stop in front of Pastor Leeanne. The music stopped and she read the first parts of the ceremony which spoke of God's institution of marrage and how Kurt and Sal, having come to love one another, had decided to make their love official by becoming husband and wife, then she turned to Kurt and lead him through the vow, which he repeated with his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Sal's, though Sal could feel him shaking slightly.

Then the pastor turned to Sal and led her through the same vow.

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Sal repeated the pastor's words rather slowly, worried that she would mess up the vows, but her eyes remained locked on Kurt's. Whereas he had been trembling only slightly, her hands were visibly twitching.

She began to feel slightly lightheaded toward the end, but managed to get through it. She smiled widely at Kurt once she'd finished.