Summary: This is set for when Barry is in Ohio for High School. He is now Sebastian Smythe and this is his High School life Bartholomew Henry Allen went to Ohio for a little visit but what happens when he gets enrolled into the private school; Dalton Academy?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR THE FLASH OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

Barry was woken up at 6:02 am, he had no idea why. It wasn't even a bloody school night and here he was, getting woken up at 6 in the morning for no reason. He was about to drift back to sleep when he felt small feet on his back, then he realised what was going on.. his younger cousin had decided to wake him up.

Groaning, Barry rolled over so Stacey would fall onto his bed and not onto the floor, he opened his eyes and fount her staring at him with wide eyes. He had no idea why she was even awake at this time.

"Stace.. go back to bed" he muttered, turning onto his side so he was looking at her properly.

"I can't sleep.. I can't wait for you to meet Isabelle and her older brother and then her older brother's girlfriend and then her brother's girlfriend's brother!" She exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and heading over to Barry's Xbox, turning it on and giving the controller to Barry whilst she turned the TV on.

"The early bird gets the worm!" She replied looking at his confused face.

Who was she and what did she do with his cousin? The same cousin who refused to leave her bed on school days. The same cousin who didn't even know how a TV worked.

"Where did you learn that?" He mumbled, his eyes slipping shut as curled back up and got comfortable under the comforter. He was in the brink of sleep when a kick to the face made him jolt awake. He stared at Stacey who had an innocent look on her face.

"It wasn't me. It was the boogy man" she replied with, making Barry sigh and slump back into bed. He grabbed his phone and went through all of his notifications. The majority were from Facebook but there was the odd one from Instagram and then the rest were text messages from both Joe and Iris.

"Barry? Are you angry at me?" Stacey asked sadly, she hated upsetting Barry, she never wanted to hurt him.

"No, of course not. I'm annoyed that you woke me up at 6 in the morning but I'm not angry at you, I promise" he reassured her, pulling her on top on him and he started to tickle her, getting a laugh out of her.

She climbed under the comforter and passed Barry the controller, laying her head on his shoulder whilst he flicked through some TV channels on his Xbox. They landed on The Simpsons and watched that the majority of the morning.

When Barry woke up again, he realised that not only was Stacey pressed up against him but someone had turned all of his stuff off. He grabbed his phone and checked the time; it was 10: 54 am.

Barry slowly slid out of bed and took a video of Stacey laying in his bed and he sent it to Iris. He knew that she always loved how adorable Stacey was so whenever he got the chance, he would send photos or videos to her of Stacey so she could show Joe.

He walked into his bathroom and locked the door, he washed his face and took a long moment to stare at his reflection. He seemed paler then yesterday for some reason and that confused him but he didn't think anything of it, last night was the first time he had eaten in awhile so maybe his body wasn't use to all the good stuff going in and thought that maybe it was a foreign substance entering his system or something.

He went toilet and washed his hands afterwards, he took the time to look at his arms, some of them had bled onto the white long-sleeved top he had worn last night whilst others had scarred nicely and were healing.

Barry remembered why he did them. He remembered each thing that got said for him to go over the edge, it hurt a lot and made his eyes sting. Before he knew it, he was silently crying as he remembered each time Tony Woodward had bullied him and pushed him over the edge, he remembered each thought he had from after each beating Tony had given him.

Tony had dragged him through the dirt, and he was still getting to him even when he was in a different state. He had no escape from Tony at all.

Barry hadn't realised how long he had been in there until he heard his Auntie walk in and knock on the door lightly, "You okay? Stacey heard you crying earlier and she came and told me"

He sniffed and took a step back, had he really been that loud? He thought he was being quiet. Barry sighed and wiped his eyes, unlocking the door but not leaving the bathroom. Emma walked in moments later, enveloping her nephew in a hug, letting him cry on her shoulder.

She didn't even know what started it, but she was going to find out; Emma Smythe had her ways.

Once Barry had calmed down, both himself and Emma had walked downstairs into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar.

The food was laid out in front of them but Barry's stomach felt queasy. He had felt so carefree last night but right now, he had never felt so insecure in his life. First, he broke down in front of his Auntie, and now he can't even stand the sight of food. It really wasn't his day today.

Emma must've noticed how he paled as once he sat down, she passed him a glass of water and rubbed his back. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and checked to see if he had a fever, she frowned when she noticed that he didn't.

"If you start to feel ill, let me know and I'll take Stacey later" she whispered to him, rubbing small circles into the lower portion of his back.

He nodded and took another sip of the water, sighing as it felt nice and easy against his stomach. Barry noticed the way Stacey stared at him with concern but she continued to eat like an animal.

Barry took a small bite of the bacon and swallowed it without throwing up, he didn't want to introduce them to his little eating disorder so he continued to eat even if it made him want to throw up. He would throw it all back up later anyway.

After breakfast, Barry went back upstairs and threw it all up. He made sure his door was locked and just threw it all back up, he didn't need to eat, they just wanted him to.

Barry sighed afterwards, feeling better once he had an empty stomach. Barry left the bathroom moments later and sat on his bed. He didn't know how much longer he could hide everything from them and it had only been one full day. They were the last bit of real family he had, and he didn't want to lose them.

Just then, his phone went off by an unknown number, it confused him but then they introduced themselves and explained it to him.

Unknown r u Stacey's cousin?

Barry um yeah? How did u get my number?

Unknown oh ur Auntie gave it to me

Barry so what's ur name?

Unknown my name is Wes. Isabelle's older brother

Barry so I'm guessing u know who I am?

Wes actually I have no idea

Barry well my name is barry

Wes nice. So when do u two wanna meet? There is a park nearby that we could go to?

Barry sure. Meet there in 15?

Wes sure. See u soon

Barry see ya

Barry smiled. Wes seemed nice, nice enough to not want to beat him to a pulp that is.

He stood up with the smile still on his face, he walked down the stairs and to the lounge, where Stacey was watching this TV show.

"Hey, Stace. You wanna start to get ready?" Barry asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

"Ready for what?" She questioned, standing up on the couch.

"For the play date" he said tickling her, making her squeal.

"YEAH YEAH YEAH" she screamed, jumping off of the couch and sprinting up the stairs. Barry sighed at her antics and went on his phone.

Emma walked in a couple seconds later, a tight smile on her face as she looked at Barry. She was glad that he was here but she didn't want him to be sad about anything, he may not be her nephew by blood but she still loves him the same.

"Hey, Barr" she said as she sat on the couch.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, turning his phone off and facing his auntie.

"I wanna talk about earlier. With you, crying and everything" she said and she watched as his visibly gulped.

The teen sighed and sunk further into his seat. How could he explain it to her? How could he explain that he was getting bullied so bad that it hurt to think about it all?

Emma watched in silence as her nephew retreated into his head, she hated that something was up with him and all she wanted to do was figure out what exactly was wrong with him.

Just as she was about to question him again, his phone started ringing. She sighed as he stood up and went into a different room to answer it. She was so close to finally solving what was wrong with him but he just so happened to be interrupted.

She sighed and stood up. It was time for the reinforcements.

Barry answered the phone, surprised for it to be Wes. Well, it was from Wes' caller ID so he took a guess that it was Wes.

"Hey, Barry" Wes started, "Isabelle and I are about to leave"

Nodding, Barry sighed, he was bored out of his mind waiting for Stacey to get ready. He had been waiting 5 minutes and she still hadn't shown her face. All she needed to do was change her clothes.

"Well Stacey is still getting ready. It's been 5 minutes and still she hasn't came down yet" Barry groaned into the phone, getting a snicker from Wes.

"That's little relatives for you" Wes replied, laughing again when he heard Barry groan.

Just then, Stacey ran down the stairs with a bright smile on her face. The world seemed so bright in her eyes and Barry couldn't believe how lucky she was with her life.

"She's finally ready. We're leaving now" Barry said and ended the call.

He pretended to be angry at Stacey but he couldn't, she was so freaking cute that he couldn't stay mad at her. Sighing, Barry rolled his eyes and yelled for his Auntie to call him when she wants them back.

Barry had been nervous about this last night, but now, he didn't even care.

Wes and Isabelle were silently waiting at the park. He knew Barry would be running a bit late but he expected Thad to be on time, the teen always seemed to be punctual, especially when it came to meeting friends.

Sighing, Wes checked the time; 2:12 pm. It hadn't even been a solid 5 minutes since they arrived and he was already bored. His girlfriend, Victoria, had to bail as she was going to be at a barbecue with her family.

"ISABELLE!" A voice screeched, making Wes wince. He knew that loud voice from anywhere.. Stacey has finally arrived.

Wes looked up and spotted a lanky figure behind her, he seemed to be closed off and had secrets. You see, Wes could see how people were just by looking at them, some people might think he was judging them but really, he was just really good at reading them.

He stood up and met the lanky figure halfway, he could tell how nervous the other was even if he didn't believe it himself. Wes outstretched his arm first, offering his hand for the other to shake. He could see the hesitation in his posture but nonetheless, he was soon shaking hands with the awkward teen.

"Barry Allen" he said softly, not daring to look Wes in the face.

"Wesley Mills, but you can call me Wes" Wes replied, his voice strong and confident, the complete opposite to what Barry was.

The pair moved to sit down on the bench and watched the younger children mess around, it was amazing on how Stacey had so much energy but she woke up at 6 in the morning and she hadn't even had a nap. It was really cool.

"So, Barry. You seem closed off" Wes said bluntly, not even bothering to look at the teen.

Barry was taken aback by that, no-one had been so upfront with him before, it was weird for someone to just say that.

"w-what do you mean?" Barry stuttered, his whole body tensing.

"What I mean is that, whilst you seem so confident over the phone, when it's face-to-face, you seem guarded" Wes explained, sighing softly as the younger man leaned back into the bench and crossed his arms.

"oh.." Barry mumbled, his eyes directing to the floor.

Wes had seen this all before. A closed off kid, dealing with issues, stuff that hurt him more than he let anyone in on. A number of kids at his school dealt with the same issues, it was the reason why they all transferred to there; Bullying.

"I can tell you're getting bullied" he said out of the blue, and Wes felt, physically felt the boy next to him tense. He knew he had just hit a nerve but hey, he was just trying to get him to open up.

"Look. I know I don't even know you, but, I am here for you. There are people who care about you, not all of the people around you are rude" Wes reassured Barry, he wanted to place his hand on his shoulder but some of his friends were still jumpy with contact after being assaulted so many times so he didn't dare touch him.

"why, why do you even care?" Barry asked softly, his watery gaze meeting Wes' sad eyes. He had never been asked that question, he always had good intentions so people never questioned him but Barry did, and it hurt that he didn't even know who he could trust now.

"Some of my friends had been bullied so they transferred to my school, which has a zero bullying tolerance and they knew they were safe. Plus, it's not fair on other people to be bullied for something they didn't even do" Wes admitted, sliding closer to the teen. If he couldn't show comfort by touching him then maybe he could show comfort but just sitting there and listening to him.

"WESLEY!" A male voice yelled, making Barry jump and dart his head to where the noise came from.

"It's just Thad. He's a friend. He won't hurt you" Wes said, helping calm the younger man down. It broke his heart seeing so many kids go through so much and for them to be a shell of the person they use to be at the end of it all.

Thad strolled over and from the look on Wes' face, he knew he had to be more controlled so he shook Barry's hand instead, he would've hugged him if he wasn't being cautious. Stacey had heard Thad yell and ran over to him, she always loved Thad as like an older brother and everyone knew Thad thought of her as a little sister.

"STACEY!" Thad screamed, making Barry jump again, he really needed to become less jumpy.

The pair hugged and Barry just saw there with Wes, waiting for Stacey to run back to Isabelle so the older ones could get acquainted, well for Barry and Thad to become friends.

Once Stacey had ran back off to join Isabelle, Thad had taken a seat next to Wes, letting Barry calm down after the multiple scares.

"Sorry" Thad apologised, a genuine smile on his face as he looked at Barry, who looked back with a small smile on his face.

"It's-it's okay" Barry breathed, feeling better.

"Thad, I think Barry should attend Dalton. What do you think?" Wes said abruptly, getting a squeal of approval from Thad and a groan of annoyance from Barry.

As much as he hated being bullied, he couldn't let his friends deal with it themselves. No-one deserved to be bullied, but he couldn't let all of the heat fall back onto them, it just wasn't fair.

"YEA! He can totally join the Warblers as well!" Thad said a little louder but not loud enough for it to startle Barry.

"What are the Warblers?" Barry questioned, surprised there was a school club named after a bird.

"The Warblers, are a show choir" Wes explained, getting a cough from Thad, "an award winning, show choir, might I add"

"You want me? A clumsy, lanky guy to join a show choir in which people were all singing and dancing? I'm sorry but I don't wanna get made fun of anymore then I would if I switched" Barry remarked, his eyes rolling at the idea of joining the group.

"C'mon! The Warblers are at the very top of the food chain at Dalton! There is nothing more stereotypical then joining the Choir group. Plus, there is a zero bullying tolerance at Dalton" Thad exclaimed, eager to try and change Barry's mind.

"I'll think about it. But unless something comes and makes me change my mind, I won't be switching anytime soon" Barry explained, changing the subject of the conversation.

July 21st, 2011

I can't believe it's been my first full day back in Ohio. I've already made two friends who are hellbent on making me transfer to Dalton. I like my school though, as much as I hate getting bullied, I love it there and there is no way I can switch, is there? I mean, I can't leave Iris behind, can I?

Tony I would happily leave behind, just like the rest of the neanderthals who like beating me and my friends up but I can't leave my friends behind. Granted, they don't always act like my friends but they are, ugh. My head is all over the place. Well, I'm going to go and not like to eat the food I'm made / bye.

Yours truly; Barry Allen.