AN: Here we go! This was originally an independent one shot but I made it into a drabble instead, for Mercedes/Artie. I apologize for any spelling errors. Hope you like it and don't forget to review and give me some feedback.

It was only a dream and he knew it was, but that didn't stop him from playing along.

It was a dark night but she was standing underneath the illuminating glow of the party lights. Her eyes were focused on his, staring intently at him as she could see right through his false facades, as if she liked what she could see. Her hair was floating down her supple brown shoulders in long chocolate waves, catching the light just right. He moved towards her, hearing his heart kick into high gear as he pressed through the crowds. She smiled at him, her eyes alight underneath the honey colored strobe lights. They sparkled a molten brown barely hidden underneath her thick long eyelashes.

He tried not to pay attention to the way her sparkling purple dress fit her body. He knew that if he looked at her curvaceous figure too long that he wouldn't able to control his emotions. Instead Artie returned her smile and held out his right hand, bowing in the way that any chivalrous gentleman should. "May I ask you to dance?" he peered up at her through his thick feathery brown hair. She returned his bow with a curtsy of her own and took his hand in hers.

"Of course" her melodic voice filled his ears, making him feel warm inside as if he just drank down a large cup of Earl Gray tea. Artie led her across the floor, ignoring the curious onlookers. Off to the side Finn smiled at him, holding his petite blonde girlfriend Quinn in his arms. Rachel and Kurt clasped their hands over their chest, swaying idly to the music in the background. Artie slid a hand around her waist, pulling her warm body closer to his own, lifting her up so that her tiny feet rested on top of his.

He carried her across the floor dipping her every so often and hearing her sigh in reply.

She lifted her chin to stare into his eyes once more. "What a great dancer you are" she closed her eyes. He could feel himself smile once more. He spun her around against the other couples, pushing through the crowd with her still standing on his feet. The air smelled of her cinnamon scent. Artie brushed his lips across her collarbone before continuing to dance his way out of the dancing bodies.

He lead her to the terrace feeling the wind brush over the fabric of his Versace suit. Carefully he set her down underneath the glimmering lights suspended from the gazebo. She opened her eyes and peered over his shoulder for a brief moment, taking in the wonderful view of the river that flowed down below.

"Wow" she gasped. Artie smiled at her reaction. He closed his eyes for a moment and she lifted a hand to his face. "What a wonderful view" she pressed herself tighter to his body and pulled him down for a kiss.

It was the kiss that he had been longing for his entire life. One that was so sweet, so perfect and filled with passion that it surprised him. She guided his hands to rest on her hips and opened her mouth against his.

Just when he felt himself loose all control, his alarm clock woke him from the dream. And Mercedes Jones disappeared back into his dream world.

Artie sat up in his bed and tried to move his legs. He nearly cried when they didn't budge, his dream self was able to walk and dance with Mercedes, just like the real Artie wanted to.

"Maybe one day" Artie brushed his tears with his left hand, bringing his right hand to touch his lips. He still felt the kiss there… Right where his dream girl had left it.

An: The End

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