A/N: Ahh, these scenes just keep getting shorter -.- And I'm super sorry I didn't hold to my one-update-a-week promise. I have been sick this whole week. :( And I've been getting ready for my birthday and homecoming (which someone asked me to, by the way). Hopefully I'll have more fun than Blaine here, though. This is also the scene with the famous "Queen Mab" speech. In order to have it make more sense, I had to cut a lot of the length. But here's Act 1 Scene 4!
Blaine, Nick, and Jeff entered the crowded McKinley High gym in suits and ties with matching masks. Blaine was the only one who matched his black shoes with a black mask. It had a shimmery, black embroidery along the perimeter.
The place was packed with people interspersed between round tables, chairs, and balloons. There was a band at the far end of the gym, raised on a slight platform to make a stage. A particularly rowdy song was playing and just about every person was on their feet, raising their arms, and swinging back and forth to the incessant rhythm.
The Warbler boys glanced around nervously, making sure to keep their masks firmly on their faces.
"What if someone asks who we are?" Blaine asked.
"I dunno. Just make up a name and hope they don't ask any questions. If it's a girl, distract her by asking her to dance," Nick replied, ensuring the elastic on his lime green mask was tight. "Or just stare into her eyes until she forgets about what you were just talking about. It usually works for me." Nick shrugged.
"I don't want to dance," Blaine said with a sigh, plopping himself in a chair behind a table near the gym entrance. He held his head in his hands, pressing his black mask into his face. When he withdrew his hands, he noticed some of the black design had rubbed off.
"Aw, come on, Blaine. You've got to dance. It'll make you feel better!" Nick proceeded to do an awkward rendition of the running man, almost knocking over a drink on the table.
"Come on, we'll all dance," Jeff reached over to prevent Nick from doing the twist.
"No, guys. It looks fun, but I'm just not in the mood." Blaine started to aimlessly play with the corner of the tablecloth.
"Stop being such a stick in the mud!" Nick clapped Blaine on the back. "As your best friends, it's our job to pull you out. Oh, God, that sounded dirty." Nick started to double over laughing along with Jeff. After a while, he pulled himself together and said, "We're burning daylight!"
"It's nighttime, Nick," Blaine muttered.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. Stop being so tight," Nick laughed.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, coming here." Blaine ran his fingers through his dark curls, freshly gelled.
"How come?" Nick asked, punching Jeff playfully.
"I had a dream last night," Blaine stated.
"And so did I," Nick nodded.
Blaine decided to play along. "And what was yours about?"
"It told me that dreams lie. There's this fairy who visits people when they dream. Whatever you wish for, she'll put it in your head. It leads you to believe that it can actually happen, getting your hopes up."
"Aw, shut up, Nick. That's nonsense," Blaine waved his hand and shook his head in disbelief.
"Yeah, exactly my point. Dreams are nonsense. It does you no good to linger on them."
"Okay, that's enough Nick. Let's go have fun before it's over," Jeff said, motioning for Nick and Blaine to move.
Blaine sighed in defeat as he was dragged out of his chair. "I've got a bad feeling about this…." Nick and Jeff took no notice to this comment.