Prompt: #12 Insanity

Word Count: 498

Rating: PG-13

Authoress Notes/Warnings: Aw, no one liked the last chapter?

Yes, our percussion does actually do this to 'Sandstorm' (© DDR). It's very…interesting to watch the boys do these. +evil horny grin+ Unfortunately, what Blaine does to Emma has never happened to me. Takes place their junior year.

Tyro is a snare player that was under 5 feet in his freshman year.

Vanna is a member of the color guard who was also under 5 feet in her freshman year.

The band room was as dark as the night outside. But that didn't matter to the people inside of it, for they had glow sticks to light their way. The floor had been cleared for the mass of bodies dancing. Perhaps 'dancing' was the wrong word for it. The percussion had gathered in the middle of the crowd and was celebrating their victory by mimicking ancient rituals while raving to 'Sandstorm'. From the middle of the group, a junior pit member saw a strange sight from the corner of his eye. It was a junior guard member.

She was wearing tight black pants and her curly blonde hair bounced against her black turtleneck. With a start he noticed that she was wearing something she hadn't worn since she had been drafted to prop movers in their freshmen year. Black makeup. Her eyes shimmered like the midnight sky. Her lips had been painted with onyx lipstick. Her glowstick around her neck bounced along with…other things as she…

He blinked. She was doing the Irish Jig to Sandstorm. But looking at her, he could see that she had changed since the days in elementary school when she would bug him on the way home from school.

Her legs were longer than ever, and all of her puppy fat had melted over the years, due to the hours of jazz running, tossing, and running back to sets. She had bloomed because of band. He knew it was insanity to think so, and knew what he was about to do was even more insane. He signaled the rest of the boys, and they suddenly broke and went into the crowd. He saw Tyro, no longer the small snare player, scoop up Vanna in his arms and set her on his shoulders. He spotted Emma and did the same thing.

She shrieked as she felt herself being lifted up. "What the hell-Blaine! Put me down now!" He paid her no heed. It was insanity to think so. He had hated her since elementary school. But as she looked around, perched on his shoulders, she saw others like herself and Blaine. Percussion carrying guard. Brass carrying woodwinds. Enemies attracting. Rivalries forgotten. But it was just insanity. Tomorrow things would be the same. He let himself get lost in the insanity, to try and stop the sun from dawning, to keep the insanity. For it made him sane.

+Blinks+ I had no idea it would get that…intense and deep at the end.

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