Barry rolled his eyes, even though he feared one day they would roll right out of his head, "Yes you can come with me if you'd like. I'm sure your boss will give you the days off."

Oliver laughed, "I'm sure he won't, he can be a real hard-ass."

Barry snickered, "Dork."

Oliver kissed Barry's cheek before straddling his bike, Barry climbing on behind and wrapping his arms around his fiance.

Barry fidgeted in his seat as Oliver expertly navigated through New York's streets. "Why are we doing this again?" Barry nervously asked, "There could be a disaster in Central or even in Starling and we won't be there to take care of it...And I was a jerk in high school, I don't think they'd really want to see me again. And they'll think I'm not really engaged to you and then they'll make fun of me. Oh god, I can't handle it, I'm not mean spirited like I was in high school and my skin isn't as thick...Oh god…."

Oliver pulled into the nearest gas station and turned to his fiance, "Barry! Breathe!"

Barry turned frantic eyes towards his fiance and started to breathe with him. A couple minutes passed before Barry's breathing was back to normal and his face started to warm up in embarrassment. Oliver smiled kindly at Barry, grazing a hand down his cheek. "You're fine and from what I hear, all the Warblers love you."

Barry took a deep breath, "You're right, I'm sorry, I'm being ridiculous."

"You're fine." Oliver chuckled, "We should have time to check into the hotel and get you changed into your Dalton uniform."

Barry groaned, "I hate that that is one of the requirements of this."

Oliver smirked, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in it."

"Of course you are." Barry swatted his fiance's arm.

An hour later Barry and Oliver walked into the Warbler meeting place only five minutes late. Oliver sent Barry a glare, "You have something against being on time."

Barry glared right back, "I'm sorry! It's not for lack of trying."

The couple stared each other down before Barry huffed and led the two of them into the main gathering spot. "Sebastian!" Came a chorus of voices before Barry found himself surrounded by Warblers in a gigantic tangle of limbs that they were calling a group hug.

Barry found himself laughing at the jumble of words as all the Warblers tried to talk to him at once. "Warblers!" Barry called from the center of the chaos, "Stand in position one!"

All the Warblers rushed to heed their captain's command and a couple of the cheekier ones even saluted Barry. Barry laughed and playfully saluted them back, "Did you attack everyone else when they came in?"

"Nope!" Jeff cheerily said, "Only you!"

"Cause we luuurve you!" One of the others, a boy that had been a freshman Barry's senior year, called.

The Warblers laughed as Barry turned a light pink, "Shut up, Eliot, I'm still older than you."

"Oh yes, Head Warbler Sebastian Smythe from the Little Mermaid, sir!" Another one of Barry's freshman called.

Barry's scandalized screech startled Oliver as he threw himself at the younger Warbler in a surprise tickle attack, "You dare mock your superior, Warbler Marcus?"

"Yes, Head Sebastian from Little Mermaid, sir!" Marcus giggled.

"At least you're honest." Barry huffed in amusement as he stopped tickling his victim.

The gathered group of Warblers laugh, some hanging off of each other helplessly giggling. "So who's this fine looking fellow behind you, Sebby?" Another one of Barry's freshman asks.

Barry turns and smiles at Oliver, "My fiance, Oliver Queen."

The Warblers gasp dramatically, "You mean to tell me," a sophomore says in true theater kid fashion, "that the Sebastian Smythe-"

"-from the Little Mermaid-" Marcus sneaks in.

"-is settling down and getting married?" the sophomore finishes.

Barry blushes a bright red, "Shut up, people change."

"Uh huh," Marcus taunts, "you were a man eater and all the sudden you're settling down and getting married and having two point five kids and a dog?"

"Don't forget the white picket fence." A cheeky Jeff adds in.

"I wasn't a man eater-" Barry tries to defend himself.

"Riiiiight." another Warbler sarcastically drawls, "Tell that to all the guys you picked up at Scandals."

Oliver watches in mute fascination at all the information he was learning about Barry's past. Barry steadily turned redder as the comments kept flowing.

"Whoo, so many men from Scandals."

"I think you mean to say so many hot men from Scandals." Marcus counters, "It's unfair how Seb always found the hottest piece of ass there."

Barry, an unnaturally bright red, finally snaps and calls, "Warblers! Please shut up and get in position for song five point seven."

Once again the Warblers scramble and push each other around as they manage to finally get themselves into position one. The beginning of a song starts to form as they all try to sync together after a couple years distance from each other's voices.

Oliver happily watches Barry sing and dance around with his friends. His favorite by far was a rousing rendition of One Direction's 'Live While We're Young.' Eventually the Warblers decide to take a break and Barry happily plops down next to Oliver and snuggles into his fiance's side. "I've missed this."

Oliver wraps his arm around Barry and smiles into his hair. "You were glowing, positively glowing."

Barry blushes, "Singing makes me almost as happy as running does."

"You're a runner now?" Thad asks, surprisingly the usually vigilant vigilante.

Other Warblers crowded around Barry, voicing their surprise at hearing Barry had become a runner. "Since when was our fearless leader such a runner?" Jeff teases.

Barry laughs, "Ever since college when I was habitually late for everything. I was late for my very first class and have been running late ever since." Barry winces, "It's a miracle that the Captain hasn't fired me yet."

Oliver snorts, "If he fired you then there would be literally no one to process his crime scenes."

"True." Barry giggles, "If it wasn't for Joe I would probably have never gotten the time off for this trip. I swear to god the other members of my unit have no clue what they're doing. And if they even touch my lab!" Barry trails off at his murderous thoughts.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure that they're all too terrified to step foot in your lab, let alone mess with anything."

"So what is it that our fearless leader does with his life?" Marcus asks, curious Warbler eyes training themselves on him.

"I'm the lead CSI for the Central City PD." Barry explains.

"You're a scientist?" One of the freshmen scrunches up his nose, "I had you pegged for making it big on Broadway."

Barry smiles, "I minored in music if that makes you feel better."

The Warblers nodded, "Yes, yes it does." Marcus nods happily, "Though you're still good enough to be on Broadway."

Barry blushes, "Thanks."

"Aw, he's so adorable and shy." Nick coos at Barry, "Nothing like our fearless Sebby."

Barry rolls his eyes, "Just because I'm not a bitch anymore apparently I'm a damsel in distress."

"We loved your bitchy self!" A couple of the Warblers sang. Just then Kurt swept into the room with Blaine hot on his heels trying to play damage control.

"I thought I smelled a meerkat." Kurt sneered, "Hello Smythe."

Barry stood up to face Kurt, the Warblers flanking him on either side. "Hello Ladyface."