A/N: This is for all the beautiful plus-sized ladies out there. Never doubt your fabulosity.
Note: This takes place BEFORE the start of the show, hence Mercedes thinking Kurt is hot, and the text referring to them as fourteen years old.
"I'm fat."
Kurt's gaze flew up from the glossy pages of Vogue, startled at his best friend's sudden declaration. Mercedes lay next to him on the fluffy white rug on the floor of his room, staring forlornly at the stick-thin models covering the pages of her magazine. The two fourteen-year-olds had been flipping through their magazines in companionable silence until Mercedes' comment.
"What are you talking about, 'Cedes?" Kurt asked. "Of course you're not fat."
"Don't try to spare my feelings," Mercedes said, her voice resigned. "I'm fat. I'm a big, black girl and I have rolls and chin fat, and I'll never be as thin as these models."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "For one thing," he began, "Even those models aren't as thin as they look. Some nerdy little computer assistant photo shops the heck out them. And second, why would you ever want to be as thin as them? They look like stick bugs. Or like refugees from some war torn nation."
Mercedes smiled slightly. "Still, they're thin to begin with. I've never been skinny – not once in my whole life. I was a ten pound baby, Kurt." Kurt winced a little as he thought of the pain Mercedes' mother must have gone through during that birth. Thank god he wasn't a woman.
"Well a lot of those girls are so thin that they don't get their periods anymore," Kurt pointed out.
Mercedes scoffed. "I don't see how that's a bad thing."
"It means they won't be able to have children till they put on some weight. And I know you want to be a mom, you've told me so."
"But why can't I just lose a few inches? It's not like it would be missed." She pinched her side for emphasis.
Kurt rolled his eyes again. "Well why can't I get rid of my pear hips and round baby face? We don't always like it, Mercedes, but we have to flaunt what we got."
Mercedes gave him an incredulous look. "Seriously? You are so thin, white boy. I mean, you got some baby fat, but it's cute."
"And you have curves, and they're sexy," Kurt shot back, catching Mercedes by surprise and pulling a laugh out of her. "Seriously. Do you see those models? If you cut their hair, they could pass for men. No boobs, no butt – hell, I have more womanly hips than them. You want to look like that? I bet they'd kill for curves like yours. They might even," he paused for dramatic effect, "eat."
Mercedes burst into a fit of giggles, and if it weren't for her dark skin, it would be obvious she was blushing. It was still noticeable, but not like when Kurt blushed, and he turned tomato red (which she thought was super cute). It was hard not to blush when your best friend and biggest crush was lying next to you and saying you had great boobs.
When she finally stopped laughing and was able to open her eyes and catch her breath, she found Kurt watching and smiling at her in that uniquely sweet and hot way of his. "Now," he said, "never call yourself fat again, or I'll be forced to pay you even more compliments."
Mercedes smirked. "Oh, we wouldn't want that now, would we? I might have to compliment you back."
Kurt laughed, then said, "So you want to know another benefit of not being creepy-thin and anorexic?"
"What?" Mercedes asked, as she had a feeling she knew what he was going to say next.
"Ice cream!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the rug and pulling Mercedes up with him. "First cone's on me!"
A/N: Ice cream will always be a benefit for those not dieting. And those who are not lactose intolerant.