I'm so sorry it took me this long. I must've gotten writers block. I'm not used to writing Mervid. Is that the official name?

Enjoy!

Mercedes, on the other hand, didn't care if the Glee club disapproved.

Here she was, a plus-sized woman, on a second date with a charming young fellow.

David's nerves were disappearing with every moment they spent together, and Mercedes was glad he was so calm. She was rather nervous herself, as this was the first date they'd had alone. He'd taken her to a small club where young adults performed in the hopes of getting famous. The music was quite good, and as Mercedes found herself swaying to it, David asked her if she'd like to dance.

The girl paused, a grin breaking out onto her face. 'Of course I'd love to! But I can't say I'll be very good at it.'

David flashed her a broad grin and led her onto the small space which had been left clear for dancers. 'Likewise. I've never danced slowly.'

'Never?'

'Never ever. Well, unless you count performing as a Warbler at Regionals, where I got to step from side to side and then, oh my gosh, we got to walked right across the stage.'

Mercedes smiled, giggling as David pulled her into a gentle waltzing pose. The girl could feel his smile against her cheek.

'Thank you for taking me here.'

'Thank you for not standing me up.'

'Now why would I do that?' The girl pulled back, eyeing him quizzically.

David shrugged. 'I don't know. Some people are like that I guess. Thankfully, you are not one of them.'

The soft song ended and the couples around them started clapping. Mercedes smiled as someone new stepped up to the microphone.

'Hello ladies and gentleman. Now, this is not a slow song, like the one we just had, but rather one for you all to get to your feet and jiggle! Enjoy!'

Mercedes laughed, seeing the light flood into David's eyes. 'Dance David. I know you want to.'

The boy looked down at her, thoughtful. 'And you're going to dance with me.'

'What-' Mercedes exclaimed, knowing she could not dance like David. 'David, is this a good idea? I'm not good at dancing.'

'Trust me.'

Like hell could Mercedes deny him. 'I guess I could do that.'

David smiled and twirled her around as the upbeat song started up. Mercedes giggled as he back-flipped into the crowd, weaving around the other couples to get back to her after 30 seconds of freestyle dancing.

'Sorry, I got carried away.'

The girl just giggled. 'You were right. You're good at this kind of dancing.'

David smiled and expertly spun her in. Mercedes was glad she's chosen to wear tights because otherwise she would've been doing a lot of flashing underneath her gold halterneck dress.

Mercedes was so thrilled and full of joy that she couldn't contain it. She was laughing herself giddy as she made circuit after circuit of the dance floor. David knew how to dance to the best of her abilities and still got in a few leaps and spins of his own. One time he'd been about to go through Mercedes legs, and she wouldn't have minded for she did have tights, but David turned red and stumbled, repetitively apologizing for the slip up.

'David relax, this is the most fun I've had in a long time.' Mercedes told him once the song ended, which had left them both breathless and staggering back to their booth.

'Really? Then I'm taking you out more!' David declared, drinking heavily from his soft drink.

'Oh well, in that case I have absolutely no objections!' Mercedes smiled, resting her head back on the plush booth and smiling up at David.

'But we might.'

The couple looked up to find a rather pissed off Rachel Berry, an annoyed Quinn Fabray and a confused Brittany.

Mercedes raised a sassy eyebrow at them. 'Hey guys. What are you doing here tonight?'

With an arrogant toss of her dark hair, Rachel started on a rant that sounded well practiced. 'We have come here today to inform you of the matter that you should not be dating the enemy.'

'Sweet mother of Jesus.' The girl threw an apologetic look at her date, was finding this rather amusing more than anything. 'Don't even start on me, Berry. Just because every guy you've dated, friend or foe, has ditched you or turned out gay in the case of Blaine doesn't mean it'll be the same for me. Now get out of here before I make you!'

Rachel looked ready to protest, but Quinn placed a calming hand on her shoulder before taking over for her. 'Look Mercedes, all we're saying is maybe this isn't the greatest idea.'

Yeah, intruding on someone's date is not a good idea Quinn Fabray, are you're going to get it.

'Look Quinn, we used to be friends, but right now, you're pissing me off. So I'm going to be a bitch. Just because you cheated on your first boyfriend and got knocked up the first time you did it, doesn't mean the same will happen to me. And just because you went out on a date with a guy whose ex-girlfriend is pregnant with his kid doesn't mean I will do that same thing. So please, don't worry about me and go away!'

'Are you one of the dolphins?' Everyone looked at Brittany in horror as she spoke to David. 'They're just gay sharks you know.'

David gave a quiet chuckle. 'No, I'm a shark. Definitely a shark.' He added, glancing at Mercedes with a warm smile.

'Okay, now that's settled, shoo.'

'But-'

'I said, shoo.' Mercedes gave one of her fiercest glares ever to the 3 offenders, who turned and quietly trudged away.

'I am so-' her date's laughter cut her off.

'I must admit, that was pretty funny to watch. Not only that brunette trying to give you hell, but the way you bitched right on back, that was funny.'

Mercedes felt relief flood through her. 'Yeah, that was pretty funny.' The couple looked at each other and started laughing, somehow finding themselves in each other's gentle embrace.

'Mmm, you have really nice hair.' David murmured, his lips pressed on the top of her head.

'I know. And you have really nice moves.'

'Thanks.'

A comfortable silence fell over them, and as musicians came and went, the night drew to a close. Mercedes shivered in the cool night air as the couple walked outside. David saw and instantly shrugged off his coat.

'Thank you. Are you cold?'

The boy tilted his head to look up at the stars. 'No. I like it actually. It's quite refreshing. But you can always have too much of a good thing.'

David looked down from the bright night sky, staring into a pair of equally bright eyes. 'You're beautiful, you know that?'

Mercedes breathed out a shaky breath and smiled. 'Sometimes.'

'Don't ever let anyone ever tell you otherwise.' The boy clutched at her hands. 'You are beautiful.'

Mercedes knew it was coming. She tilted her head back, gazing hopefully at David's lips.

'Close your eyes.'

She did.

A hand cupped her cheek and before she knew it, David's lips were pressed up against hers. She smiled, melting into the boy as his tongue expertly slipped over her lip. Mercedes sighed as the stars flashed through her eyelids, jumping back into reality when she needed air.

David was grinning happily. 'Good night beautiful.'

'Good night.' Mercedes watched him walk to his car, a giggle escaping her as she clutched his coat around her, breathing in his strong scent. Yep, she definitely didn't care about what anyone else thought. Because she was in love.