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"No way! Mercedes, that's so awesome!" Kurt seemed more excited then Mercedes. "We can double date now! We should totally go…"

"Kurt!" Mercedes had to interrupt. He would never stop if she didn't. "Chill dude, it's just a guy."

"What? You like him, don't hide it," Kurt said with a smirk.

"I never said I didn't like him," she murmured," It's just he might not like me."

"Mercedes, don't be ridiculous! Any guy who wouldn't like you is an idiot! And, from what you told me, he didn't seem like an idiot," Kurt said trying to comfort her. "Now, I guess I should go."

"Wait, why?" Mercedes was shocked. She was surprised Kurt wasn't going to make her dish out more details about Dean.

"When Dean calls, you will want an open phone line, won't you?" Kurt teased.

"I guess I will," A smile reappeared on her face. "Bye Kurt!"

"Bye!" Kurt hung up from the phone.

"Kurt's right," Mercedes thought," This is awesome!" She went and fell onto the bed, face down. She screamed with excitement into her covers. Mercedes giggled with joy. "Calm down, "She thought. Mercedes went and put her purple ipod into the speaker. She pressed play and Whitney Houston's voice came into the room. Whitney was amazing and another one of Mercedes' idols. She plopped back onto her comfy bed and closed her eyes.

About an hour later…

Ring, ring, ring. Mercedes jumped up. It was her phone. She grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. Unknown Number. Was it Dean?

"Hello?" Mercedes was so curious.

"Hey, it's Dean. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm not doing anything." You could hear the joy in her voice.

"Good, we can talk then." Mercedes thought he sounded happy, too. Did he like her?

They talked and talked for awhile. Dean was actually into a lot of the same things Mercedes liked. Dean loved musicals and broadway shows like she did. Apparently, he loved soul music the most, like her. He even said that he acted like a drama queen at times. Most importantly, he said he was hurt before. And, he was lonely. Mercedes could relate to that. She is always at the bottom, and although she's never been in a real relationship, she has been hurt. She could feel a special connection and so did Dean.

"So, would you want to go out to dinner on Friday?" Dean offered.

Mercedes wasn't sure if this was real. She pinched herself. Ouch! This was real. "Yes, I would love to." she said shyly.

"Great! How about we meet at Breadstix around seven? I'll pay, of course!" Dean sounded confident. Mercedes liked that, though. She liked that he was so comfortable with her. She, on the other hand, was very nervous.

"Okay. That will be great." She tried to sound as relaxed as possible. It wasn't working, and she knew it.

"See you then! Bye!" Dean sounded excited. She could feel it. He just wasn't as nervous as her. He liked her, he did. Mercedes wore the brightest smile. He liked her, and she liked him.

What is she doing? Nothing can stop Mercedes Jones. She was number one. But, with Dean, she has to be shy and nervous. It's like he knows her, and she's scared. Usually, she just acts like the confident, diva-ish girl she is. However, she wants to impress Dean. So much, really, that she gets butterflies and knots in her stomach. They were perfect for each other. She knew it for sure, now.

With her phone in her hand, she opened it up. 'Address book, Kurt, Create new message,' she selected. 'Hey Kurt,' Mercedes typed quickly,' I hav a d8!' She sent the message.

Immediately, her phone beeped. 'One new message', popped up. She opened it, and it was from Kurt, of course. 'O.M.G. I new it! I new it! Tel me evrything!' he replied.

"And you think I wouldn't have, Kurt?" she thought. "As if!" So, she told Kurt everything. He, like he normally would, rambled on and on about how great it was and how proud he was. She was proud of herself, too, of course. Things were going great for her.

Maybe like thirty minutes later, Kurt finally stopped texting Mercedes. According to him, she needed her beauty sleep. Mercedes didn't think she'd ever sleep though. It's like when you're six. You can't wait until you can go downstairs and see what gifts Santa brought you. You're so excited you can't sleep. That was what Mercedes felt. She didn't want to wait. Although, this was kind of different. She couldn't sneak downstairs to see how big her presents were or anything. So, she just stared at her ceiling while snuggled under her blankets. She stared until finally, she fell asleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Mercedes jumped up scared. She was all sweaty. It was dream. Well, her nightmare, actually. She dreamt a monster was after her, trying to ruin her life. The monster just wanted to use her for himself, and, right before she woke, even tried to eat her. How did she go from dreaming of Dean, to thinking about a monster eating her? Dean! Today was Friday. Her date was tonight. Who cares about a monster? It was only a dream. Dean, however, that's real.

There's a longer chapter. What do you think is going to happen next? Let me know in the reviews… I'll try to make an update tomorrow. I enjoy writing this and hope you enjoy reading this. Don't worry, though. It will get intense, I promise you. But, how intense? You'll find out. ;)