#warbler!barry

Link to Table of Contents:  http://ingeneralfangirl.tumblr.com/post/132172172507/table-of-contents

Link to AO3 Version of the Fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5070367?view_full_work=true

PART 3

Sebastian had yet to be introduced to the members of Teams Arrow and Flash, but after the times that Barry had let Sebastian out over the month they had gotten to know each other. Oliver had also decided that tonight was the night that he would take Sebastian out to a karaoke bar so he could finally sing in front of people again like he had been itching too.

As they entered the bar, Oliver wearing a few things to conceal his identity, they went for a corner table. Oliver ordered them drinks (while Sebastian pouted about alcohol not affecting him anymore) and they settled down to watch the rather intoxicated performance that the girl that was on the stage was giving of the song “Teenage Dream”.

After a few more performances, Oliver finally ushered Sebastian up on-stage, seeing some of Barry’s nervousness sneaking into Sebastian’s eyes. “Come on,” Oliver urged. “Show those losers how it’s one.” Sebastian gave Oliver a smirk and finally allowed himself to walk up and sign up, choosing a song that Oliver had reminded him of recently.

As he ascended the stairs and looked out in front of him, he could see Oliver’s small smile from across the room and closed his eyes, letting his next breath ooze stage presence, and ignored the lyrics played in front of him, singing from memory.

“The sun goes down,

the stars come out,

and all that counts,

is here and now . . .” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRzJrT43sDg) As Sebastian let himself get swept away with the familiarity and memories that came with the song, drawing every eye in the bar with his show, although he only had eyes for Oliver. He sang the piece with as much heart as he could muster, and although he danced much less that the last time he sang this song, at the Regionals’ when he was Captain of the Warblers, it was every much as beautiful. He could feel the places at his sides missing where his brothers, the Warblers, should have been standing, but however acutely he missed their presence, Sebastian more than made up for it. “ . . . I’m glad you came.”

He finished the song quietly, and after a few moments of awe-struck silence, the bar exploded into applause, Oliver practically beaming (at least, for Oliver anyway) at him from across the room, just as proud as when Barry stripped every clue he could find out a crime scene. When he exited the stage Sebastian let his old confidence fill him once again, the cocky smirk that almost felt unfamiliar taking it’s place on his lips once more. “You. Were. Absolutely. Fantastic.” Oliver told Sebastian, punctuating each word with a kiss.

Sebastian smiled back at him. “Thanks,” He simply said, knowing that it was due to Oliver that he was even here, Oliver giving him another small smile.

As the night went, Sebastian went onto the stage a few more times, his grin getting wider and wider. A few people came up to Sebastian to heap praise onto him, which he accepted semi-graciously, and happily watched Oliver attempt to sing as well. It was half-bad, especially for someone without much training or practice, but Sebastian was the one who truly commanded the stage.

When he was just finishing up singing I Want You Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WF1s1LGirIE&index=16&list=PL4R-nnY50KkJ71fCflEXFGEnxqil181MA), he was to busy being absorbed in the song and Oliver’s pride to notice a pair of women walk into the bar and gape at what they saw on stage. After Sebastian finished the song, he was prepared to leave the stage, but instead, a voice rang out across the room from by the door that drew Sebastian’s eyes right to them. “Well, well then, Fievel, this has been where you were hiding? I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Hearing his own words from years ago echoed back at him from Santana herself was not what he had been expecting for the night, but, after giving Oliver a reassuring look to say that it was nothing serious, he smirked at Santana.

“You want to have a duel, Sha-queer-a?” He responded, opening his arms wide, as if to say ‘come at me’. “Can I comandeer the stage for a few moments more?” He asked the man who was in charge of the karaoke, who quickly nodded his head in interest. “Then, come on up, my dear Smooth Criminal.” Sebastian invited her with a smirk.

He walked over and whispered to the man who he had asked if you could keep the stage and made sure that they had the song that he wanted, before the cellos echoed through the arms.

“Just like old times, eh?” Sebastian smirked at Santana, who scoffed lightly at him. “Only a few less chairs.”

“Just like old times,” she murmured back before Sebastian began to sing, solely focused on the intensity of the song and Santana. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_-Bna82cjY&index=17&list=PL4R-nnY50KkJ71fCflEXFGEnxqil181MA - there is different chereography)

“Uh, as he came into the window," He began singing the first verse to the calm Santana.

It was the sound of a crescendo, uh!” Sebastian began to circle Santana, singing somewhat quietly, as she turned her body to follow him with her eyes, which glittered with the euphoria that came with singing.

“He came into her apartment,

He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!” Santana let Sebastian get to the edge of the stage before sitting down on the stool left for those who were too drunk to stand.

“She ran underneath the table,

He could see she was unable,” Sebastian smirked in the face of Santana’s cool.

“So she ran into the bedroom,

She was struck down, It was her doom,” Sebastian turned to the audience to beseech them.

“Annie are you OK?” Santana, ready for her cue began to sing, regaining Sebastian’s laser-focus.

“So, Annie are you OK?” She dared him.

“Are you OK, Annie?” Sebastian continued smoothly, slipping over to her stool to taunt her in her face.

“Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK, Annie?

“Annie are you OK?” They traded back and forth as Santana stood from her chair to get in Sebastian’s face.

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK, Annie?”

“Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?” Sebastian’s voice began to rise in urgency and volume.

“Are you OK, Annie?

Annie are you OK?” They sang together, their voices melding in melodies from long ago. “Would you tell us that you're OK (Uh!)

There's a sign in the window,” The intensity of the song rose, capturing the audience in it’s spell, the bar completely silent, a few people taking videos of the whole thing.

“That he struck you - a crescendo, Annie,

He came into your apartment,” Sebastian wanted to glance out at Oliver, but kept his attention on the performance.

“He left the bloodstains on the carpet (Uh!)

And then you ran into the bedroom,

You were struck down,

It was your doom,”

Their voices separated again, Sebastian taking the first line. “Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK Annie?”

“Annie are you OK?” Santana smirked at Sebastian, causing him to spin closer to her, touching her chin gently to pull her forward and singing the words directly to her.

“So, Annie are you OK?” He sang to her.

“Are you OK Annie?”

“Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?” After a few lines like that, Santana let herself spin back around to face the people who were watching, enchanted, with her arms outstretched. Even Oliver’s jaw had dropped at the pure force of presence his boyfriend had and commanded.

“Are you OK Annie?” They sang together, Sebastian stepping forward to place a hand at Santana’s hip and grasped one of Santana’s outstretched hands, her other hand coming down to rest of the one that Sebastian had placed on her hip. The scene simmered so fiercely under the calm veneer that Oliver couldn’t bring himself to be even the least bit jealous.

“You've been hit by,” as Sebastian delivered his line, doing some kind of strange version of the waltz where her back was pressed to Sebastian’s front, the intensity began to increase once more.

“You've been hit by,” Sebastian spun Santana out as she sang, only for her to pull him back to her, spinning back to face to face positions, singing their next line together with elegance.

“A Smooth Criminal.” As Santana and Sebastian whirled away from each other, to return to their opposite ends of the stage, a haunting, cello musical interlude played around them, the spell they held other the bar patron’s not breaking.

“Uh, so they came into the outway,” Sebastain resumed the song.

"It was Sunday - What a black day, uh!

Mouth to mouth resuscitation,” His voice sped up with every word.

“Sounding heartbeats - Intimidations,”

Annie are you OK?” Sebastian once more asked the audience, letting his voice fade out over Santana’s.

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK Annie?”

“Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK Annie?” Santana sang into the hearts of everyone there.

“Annie are you OK?” Sebastian pulled her focus back to him, as the song approached the climax.

“So, Annie are you OK?”

“Are you OK Annie?”

“Annie are you OK?”

“So, Annie are you OK?” Sebastian let his voice soar as they melded their words together once more.

“Are you OK, Annie? Annie are you OK?

Would you tell us that you're OK,” Their synchronicity from a long ago battle returned to them as they stepped closer and closer to each other.

“There's a sign in the window,

That he struck you - a crescendo, Annie,

He came into your apartment,” Santana and Sebastian let their hands meet and they slipped underneath them to switch spots.

“He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh!

And then you ran into the bedroom,” They released the others hand and began to circle getting closer and closer to each other

“You were struck down,

It was your doom” They turned out to insist to the audience, Sebastian finding Oliver’s eyes and Santana smirking at her longtime girlfriend, Brittany, from across the room.

“Annie are you OK?

Are you OK Annie?” They returned the focus to each other.

“You've been hit by,” Sebastian sang.

“You've been struck by,” Santana retorted.

“A Smooth Criminal.” They told everyone. They had a quick conversation of looks out into the audience while the second beautiful cello instrumental played. They each ran off the stage to their respective partners to dance with them while waiting for their next part to come.

(AN: Words not in parenthesis are Santana singing and words that are in parenthesis are Sebastian singing, unless otherwise stated. I also wanted describe most of the rest of the song, as I cannot do it justice. Watch the video to appreciate these singer’s true beauty!)

AS the cello began to come to a close, Santana and Sebastian spun away from their partners to face off from across the room, slowly making their way back to the stage.

“I don't know!

(Annie are you OK,

will you tell us,

that you're OK,

there's a sign in the window)

I don't know!

(That he struck you -

a crescendo Annie)

I don't know!

(He came into your apartment)

I don't know!

(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)

I don't know why baby!

(Then you ran into the bedroom)

I don't know!

(You were struck down)

(It was your doom)

“Annie!” They sang together, before slipping back into the same patterns.

“(Annie are you OK?)

Dang, gone it - Baby!

(Will you tell us, that you're OK)

Dang, gone it - Baby!

(There's a sign in the window)

Dang, gone it - baby!

(That he struck you -

A crescendo Annie)

Hoo! Hoo!

(He came into your apartment)

Dang, gone it!

(Left bloodstains on the carpet, uh!)

Hoo! Hoo!

(Then you ran into the bedroom)

Dang gone it!

(You were struck down)

(It was your doom - Annie!)”

Santana went quiet to allow Sebastian to sing. “You've been hit by,” and the joined him for the last lines.

“You've been struck by,

A Smooth Criminal!” They finished, face to face once more, breathing heavily from the intensity and skill needed for the song. Together, Sebastian and Santana turned back out to face the crowd and bowed together, causing the bar patrons to burst into loud and raucous applause that woke up anyway in the nearest few blocks who had been asleep. When Sebastian turned to Santana, he was surprised when she hugged him but returned the hug anyway.

“You weren’t quite that bad near the end, Fievel.” Santana whispered into his ear. “And I kind of messed the only person with enough voice and sass to really match me.”

“Aww, I knew that you missed me, Sha-queer-a.” Sebastian teased, causing Santana to pull away from him and shove him on the shoulder lightly.

“Trust me, it’s not me that you have to worry about.” Santana smirked at him as they walked off of the stage. “Everyone’s in town for the McKinley High Reunion, and you know that includes Dalton Academy people too, since it burned down, and even though Lima’s the next town over, most people are staying over here.” Sebastian paled for a few moments, wondering how he would keep Barry a secret, but relaxed when he realized that he didn’t have to anymore. He didn’t have to hide part of himself anymore, he wouldn’t be considered weak for it -- and he could introduce each group of his friends to both Sebastian and Barry.

“So then, what do I have to worry about, Miss. Satan?” Sebastian asked Santana playfully.

“Actually, it’s Mrs. Satan, nowadays,” Santana wiggled her ring finger in front of Sebastian’s face, “and what your real problem will be is the bloodthirsty Klaine shippers.” Sebastian wanted to laugh, but put on the appropriate frightened face.

“Oh, no, whatever shall I do?” He pitched his voice higher, and Santana laughed as he led her over to Oliver to introduce her to him, leaving the empty stage behind them, as no one wanted to even attempt to follow the best show that the bar had ever seen.

~

The next day, when Barry rolled out of Oliver’s bed that morning, he made his way to the kitchen to almost fall asleep once more on the counter, watching Oliver cook breakfast drowsily. Oliver turned to face Barry and laughed, asking him. “Did you and Sebastian enjoy your night?”

Barry’s face turned soft and affectionate when Olver presented him with an omelette, making grabby hands for coffee. “Yeah, we did.” He affirmed as he slowly woke up. They didn’t have much time together every morning, but before Barry had to race of to Central City to get to his work, Oliver and Barry could usually manage a few calm minutes together.

“Also,” Oliver asked as he sat down and wrapped an arm around Barry’s waist, who burrowed into Oliver’s warmth. “Did you see this morning’s headlines?” Barry looked up at Oliver, as if to say ‘considering how half-asleep I am, what do you think?’, and Oliver laughed. “Well, it seems that all the online sites are covering is ‘The Lost Warblers’ Captain Reappears in an Intense Showdown with Old Glee Club Rival’.” Barry couldn’t help but snort.

“Really, that’s the only interesting thing that’s happened lately?” Barry couldn’t help but ask.

“Apparently so,” Oliver smiled down at him. “I must say though, you and Sebastian are the most interesting things that have happened to me lately (excluding that 5 years on a hellhole of an island thing).”

Link to Table of Contents:  http://ingeneralfangirl.tumblr.com/post/132172172507/table-of-contents

Link to AO3 Version of the Fic:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5070367/chapters/11659654

PART 2

Barry awkwardly adjusted his tie for the fifth time since he had gotten into the car with Oliver. He couldn’t help but want to reach up and smooth his hair down, but always remembered at the last second that it had been practically coated in hair gel. Oliver couldn’t help but ask, concern glinting in his eyes. “You okay, Bear?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “I’m just a bit awkward, so I’m nervous to be going undercover like this.” Barry played with his hands a bit in his lap.

Oliver hesitated before saying. “I know that you said that you were a jerk when you were Sebastian,” he began, reaching out to push Barry’s chin up so he could meet Barry’s eyes, “but I’ve seen the videos. You’re mask of Sebastian is your best chance for being the safest. I don’t want you getting hurt because someone found you out.”

Barry couldn’t help but be scared of being Sebastian again, considering that the last time he let Sebastian take over in a situation someone had gotten injured and someone else had attempted suicide, but he could see the worry in Oliver’s eyes and allowed himself to give a small jerky nod. As the car pulled up in front of the gates to the large mansion, Barry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Come on, stand, up again

Stand, you’re gonna run again,” Oliver quietly sang into Barry’s ear. He wasn’t as good of a singer as Barry, but Oliver was doing all he could to help Barry. When Oliver opened the car door and escorted him out of it, their tuxedos shining under the bright lights coming from the mansion, it was no longer Barry who was on Oliver’s arm, but Sebastian, a cocky grin on his lips and an arrogant air surrounding him.

Oliver couldn’t really help but feel uncomfortable wrapping his arm around a man who looked like his boyfriend but who held himself so differently, although his loose grin covered that up. They walked up the stairs together, Oliver politely greeting some of the people that he knew, and introducing Sebastian to them, as well.

Sebastian simply turned up his charm and greeted each man with a firm handshake and kissed the hand of every woman. “It was a pleasure to meet you,” Sebastian assured the last person before letting Oliver guide him inside to the main foyer and then the large dining room. Oliver led them over to a corner of the room that they were less likely to be disturbed in. “And it is lovely to meet you, too,” Sebastian turned towards Oliver, smirking as he eyed Oliver up and down, before pouting slightly. “Barry gets all the fun these days.”

Oliver hadn’t really realized what Barry had meant by Sebastian causing trouble, but he could see how that was possible now. He couldn’t help but blurt out. “Do you and Barry have Multiple Personality Disorder?” Sebastian gave Oliver a smirk.

“No, actually. Either way, it’s quite rare for anyone to simply have two alters, or selves, so Barry and I would be somewhat of a statistical improbability. Barry just couldn’t deal with the bullying when he was younger and shoved the braver, more daring side to the front to handle it, eventually creating me to ‘take over’, although he it’s really all in his head. We’re the same person, like it or not, Barry just needed a way to be braver.”

Oliver understood most of what Sebastian was saying, but knew that he’d have to talk about this more with him later. “Ok, so--”

“Yeah, whatever, I know what we’re here for, recon and all that, but,” Oliver didn’t really like the glint that was forming in Sebastian’s eyes. “We do need a reason for being holed up in the corner over here for so long, so,” Sebastian pulled Oliver down into a kiss, lips that were familiar attacking his with a different passion than what he was used to. Oliver knew he couldn’t pull away, so he responded with skill but quickly broke away.

“We’ll talk later.” Olver promised before leading Sebastian back into the throng, both of them turning their comms on before they did so.

“You guys finally remembered us,” Felicity spoke into their ears, Oliver turned, as if to whisper something into Sebastian’s ears, but really talking to her.

“Quiet on the comms, Felicity, don’t distract us.” He whispered before Sebastian turned to peck his cheek as if he had said something sweet, both of them quickly and neatly returning to their conversation about ‘what a great cause this benefit is for’. When they moved over to the refreshments table, Oliver caught Sebastian glancing longingly at the microphone that the small band’s lead singer was crooning into. Oliver caught him doing this a few times before he sighed. “I’ll talk to Barry about trying to let you out more often, especially to sing.”

Sebastian honestly looked surprised for a few moments, before smiling softly, a real smile this time, and saying. “Thank you.”

“Singing’s your science, isn’t it?” Oliver asked, but when Sebastian looked confused, so he clarified while grabbing a flute of champagne that he pretended to drink. “Barry adores science and he looks so alive and positively beautiful when he’s talking about it. So is singing your science, then?” Sebastian smiled again and nodded.

When they were finished eating what they had grabbed, Oliver wound his arm around Sebastian’s waist once more.“Let’s do this, Sex on a Stick 2.0.” Oliver blanched at what Sebastian’s new nickname for him seemed to be, thankful that the comms only allowed Felicity to hear them when someone was touching them.

Sebastian eventually started to tug Oliver onto the dancefloor (which Oliver had hoped to avoid for the evening), Sebastian’s pleading eyes working just as well as Barry’s on Oliver.

“Oh, come on!” Sebastian finally said, literally pulling Oliver out to dance. The music was pretty slow at the time, so Oliver was able to get away with holding Sebastian and swaying, but the next song was more upbeat, causing Sebastian to start changing the dance. Oliver was able to catch onto what Sebastian was doing with relative ease as he slowly made the dance more complex, the taller man, Sebastian, leading the dance.

As they danced their way across the room Oliver whispered information to Felicity in Sebastian’s comm. When he eventually ran out of things to say, he looked up into Sebastian’s dancing, green eyes, just as alive as Oliver had ever seen them when it was Barry, and smiled, Sebastian smiling back lightly.

“I will warn you,” Sebastian whispered into Oliver’s ear, although not the one with the comm, “if Barry doesn’t get back in control by the time we meet back up with everyone, I will act like a douchebag.” Oliver simply smiled.

“What else should I have expected, considering Barry’s horror stories?” Sebastian looked momentarily surprised that Barry had talked about him before regaining his cool.

“Oh, yeah? What did he say about me?” Sebastian let his voice lower to a purr, feeling the minute way that Oliver’s body relaxed into him.

“I recall something about the ‘cutting-edge fashion usually only seen on Puerto Rican pride floats’, but you know, he could have been talking about about some other asshole named Sebastian Smythe.” Sebastian let his body shake a bit as he laughed into Oliver’s shoulder, as they navigated off of the dancefloor.

“Ok, I’ve got it!” Felicity exclaimed in their ears, causing them both to flinch due to the volume of her voice. “I was able to figure what they were using to block my hack and get around the protections, but they’ll know that someone at the party is giving inside info in a few minutes.”

Sebastian was keeping a lid on his panic, but glancing at Oliver’s calm, even if it was fake, helped to calm him down. “I’ll pretend to get really drunk and then you can escort me home, ok? It’s the best excuse to get out of the party.” Oliver told him.

“No, I’ll pretend to be the drunk one,” Sebastian insisted. “I can’t actually get drunk anymore, because of my high speed metabolism, so if I carry a drink and sip at it then I’ll be able to get ‘drunker’ and ‘drunker’.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Can you fake being drunk well enough?” Sebastian wanted to be indignant, but there was no time for that and he knew that the only one of them that Oliver had known before today was Barry.

Sebastian smirked back at Oliver and began to wobble as he walked, picking up a few more drinks and downing them over the next minute, allowing his walking to become sloppier and sloppier until Oliver was practically carrying him. He began to talk to Oliver about every little thing that he passed, slurring his speech while sipping the half-full flute of champagne that he still had.

Oliver smiled apologetically at the guards and continued to carry Sebastian out of the  mansion while calling Dig up to bring the car around to the front from where he had been waiting as back up. When he finally loaded Sebastian into the car, Sebastian dropped the act and gave Oliver a smirk.

“How did I do?” He asked, raising his arms up as if asking a crowd for applause.

Oliver just smiled at him and admitted. “Better than I expected.”

Sebastian noticed Dig up in the front and gave him a salute. “And good day to you as well, Mild-Mannered Military Man.” Oliver wanted to facepalm, an old habit from when Tommy would do something idiotic, but barely refrained from doing so.

“Uh, thank you?” Dig responded, unsure of why Sebastian was acting differently from how Barry normally acts. It  took a minute for Sebastian to get settled down, but when he did, Sebastian slowly became nervous as the drive went on, glancing at Oliver out of the corner of his eye.

“What is it?” Oliver finally questioned quietly.

Sebastian was flustered for a moment, not used to someone being able to read him, but asked. “Why were you so kind to me tonight? I mean, Barry’s only told you a part what I big asshole I am, and you even said that you were going to ask Barry to let me out more. Just . . . why?”

Oliver looked into Sebastian’s familiar eyes and instantly familiar face and saw someone different in there, but honestly, he didn’t really care. “You said that the difference between you and Barry was all in his head. Doesn’t that mean that you’re my boyfriend, too? I mean, you’re both Barry Allen at your core, so I love the both of you.” Sebastian was stunned for a few moments, before letting a wide grin spill over his face.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” He replied happily, before his face fell, realizing. “But I have to let Barry come back to the front before we get back don’t I? I act too differently, right?” Oliver came to this realization sadly too, and nodded.

“I will talk to Barry about letting you out more.” Oliver promised solemnly. “And some day I hope that  will be able to have a conversation with my boyfriend whole eventually.” Sebastian let the sad smile spread across his face before inhaling, exhaling and melting into a whole different body language, the one that Oliver now associated with Barry specifically.

“You know we can each see everything that the other one does as a movie of sorts while we’re not in control.” Barry told Oliver before opening his eyes. “And, thank you, for making yet another part of me happy.” They smiled at each other for a few moments, before Barry smiled with the quiet assurance that he had (opposed to Sebastian’s over the top cockiness), mentioning. “You know, you’re one of the first people that I think he hasn’t started to snark at immediately.” Barry frowned. “Although, that could just be because of the mission and the public setting.”

“But you’ll let Sebastian out another time soon, right?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah,” Barry shrugged, “I didn’t really see it until he was let out and talking to you, but Oliver, Sebastian is wasting away in their. He’s part of me, and I don’t think I could bare to lose him, no matter how much of a jerk Sebastian was and will continue to be.”

Oliver gave Barry a short hug, watchful of the fact that Dig was in the car with them and still didn’t know of their relationship, like everyone else. “Maybe we could see about getting Sebastian to a reunion with his school friends?” Oliver wondered out loud, and Barry laughed.

“I’m not sure if he had many outside the Warblers, but I’m sure we could call up a few enemies to fill the ranks and confuse utterly with me being me.” Oliver smiled.

“Having Sebastian be himself with your friends and having you be yourself with his friends? I’m all for that.”

Link to AO3 Version of the Fic:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5070367/chapters/11659654

Link to Table of Contents:  http://ingeneralfangirl.tumblr.com/post/132172172507/table-of-contents

PART 1

Felicity hadn’t been looking for the videos, honest! She had only wanted to find out a bit more about Barry after she had their teams had visited each other’s cities. It was when she realized that Barry had little to no high school records (other than his test scores) available that Felicity had gotten curious and had decided to run a face-trace on photos from various high school’s. When she had gotten a match with one “Sebastian Smythe” Felicity had begun to eagerly scroll through the records.

When she looked at the extracurricular activities section, she realized with surprise that Barry had been the lacrosse team captain and -- OH MY GOD, Barry had been the Glee Club Captain for his school!? Felicity began to freak out. She quickly searched up his performances, which apparently had been filmed professionally at some really big competition thingy.

By the time that she had gotten halfway the “Dalton Academy Warblers” rendition of ‘Live While We’re Young’, Felicity couldn’t help but gape. The Barry that was on that screen was smooth and confident, dancing and singing with skill and a cocky glint in his eye.

Felicity quickly emailed the links to a few of the Warblers’ performances to Cisco and Caitlin before calling Dig and Oliver over from where they had been talking across the room. “Come over here!” She called, “You guys, have to see this!” As she began to play the video from the beginning (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmFUaxZadI8), she watched as the video with them, she couldn’t help but but the incredulous expression quickly taking over Dig’s face as he watched, and the small smirk that Felicity had begun to associate with “I’ve got blackmail!” coming from Oliver.

~

As Barry’s day went on, he couldn’t help but notice the little glances that Cisco and Caitlin kept throwing him, almost disbelievingly. Barry began to notice how that kept sticking there heads together and whispering, glancing between their computer screens and him before closing it before he could see what they were looking at. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s going on with you two today?” Barry questioned, having cornered the two scientists.

“It’s just,” Caitlin smiled at him nervously, “Felicity found the videos of a few of your old, um, performances.” Barry blinked in shock a few moments.

“Wait, seriously?” He couldn’t help but ask, nervous as to what they could possibly be thinking about him.

“Yeah, you have some really sweet moves and a pretty cool voice, man!” Cisco clapped him on the shoulder with a laugh. Barry relaxed a bit, happy that Cisco didn’t seem to be be judging him, even if they didn’t seem to know anything about what he had done when he was Sebastian.

“Thanks Cisco,” Barry smiled before realizing, “If Felicity found the videos, then . . . do you think Oliver saw them?” Barry started becoming nervous.

“Um, probably,” Caitlin answered. “Why?”

“Uh, well, I’ve got to go!” Barry started to back away and raced out of the room to grab his suit and head for Starling City.

~

Barry raced through the Verdant and into the Arrowcave, spinning into a chair and sending papers flying everywhere. “Ugh, Barry!” Felicity complained. “I haven’t gotten any paperwights yet!”

“Sorry, Felicity,” Barry replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, the hood of his costume down. “So, uh, what’s this I heard about you finding some of my old Warblers videos?”

“Ah, yes,” she smirked slightly. “You had quite a few smooth moves back in the day,” Felicity told him with a smile.

“Thanks,” he replied sheepishly, before Felicity interjected.

“But, you do know that it is my moral obligation to post these videos all over your Facebook account, right?” Felicity warned him.

“Oh, god.” Barry sighed. “Please don’t, I’ll never live this down!” He pled.

“It’s far too late for that,” was all she could say before Oliver came down from the club above, spotting Barry pretty quickly.

Oliver smirked, and Barry raised a hand to wave at him nervously. “I’m glad you came.” Oliver offered with a smile, Barry’s long, drawn-out sigh hiding Felicity’s giggles as she packed up her laptop to go home.

“Please don’t,” Barry begged.

“Well, we have to live while we’re young, don’t we?” Oliver sniped back.

“You’re awful,” Barry told Oliver, smiling as he got up to peck Oliver on the lips. Oliver smiled into the kiss, although he could feel Barry’s undercurrent of anxiety. “So, I guess Felicity found out about Sebastian Smythe, huh?”

“Yeah, although she didn’t say much, over than the fact that you used a different name.” Oliver told him.

“Then, I guess I should probably say this now, because this shall never come up again,” accompanied by a glare, with Oliver muttering ‘you wish’ under his breath. “But, I’m, uh, I wasn’t the nicest person when I was Sebastian. I was arrogant and mean and harsh and cruel and free to be bisexual when I was Sebastian, so it kind of went to my head, and I did many things that I’m not proud of today when I was Sebastian.” Barry admitted nervously.

“Bear,” Oliver started. “Before I was stuck on Lian Yu, I was an arrogant prick who thought everything should go his way because he had the Queen name. Am I proud of that time in my life? No, absolutely not.” Oliver pressed his face into the crook of Barry’s neck. “You’re not alone, Barry, and you are perfect the way you are now.” Barry smiled, inhaling deeply, before whispering into Oliver’s ear.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Oliver replied quietly. “Although, I fully expect that you dig your blazer out of perform a song or two, private show or otherwise.”