Kurt walked aimlessly around the halls of his former school. Dalton was a prestigious place, one which also put the students first and that's what made him feel welcome there. He was fairly popular on the teachers radars so he never went unnoticed around the vast halls.

He was approaching the Commons Room when suddenly he could hear faint voices which sounded like someone was singing. It guided him towards the room quicker, wanting to know more about who was filling the halls with this amazing sound.

It's what he saw in the room that made his heart burn. There he was. Sebastian Smythe in all his god damn glory. He hadn't heard from Blaine in awhile and was getting curious as to what was keeping his fiancé away from him but then he realised Sebastian was always at the source of the reasoning.

"Thought I'd smelt some zoo animal" Kurt retorted, crinkling his nose.

"Looks like Lady Hummel decided to pay a good old visit" Sebastian retorted, rolling his eyes at Kurt.

"Kurt. Be nice, there is stuff going on that you don't know about and you acting like this isn't helping" Blaine said, eyeing his fiancè.

"How can you believe that I am the one acting childish? It's as if you never grew up with that Meerkat!" Kurt exclaimed, not caring how much his voice was raising.

"Considering you walked in and insulted me, you are being the childish one" Seb answered, making anger fill Kurt's body. How dare he, Sebastian Smythe, believe that the almighty Kurt Hummel was being childish.

"You!" Kurt exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Sebastian, "I've never liked you. You're so full of yourself and I've had enough! You think you can keep my own fiancè away from me? Well you've got another thing coming for you, Mr Barry Allen" Kurt's voice was filled with disgust as he said Seb's other name. It filled him with even more anger inside.

"Kurt!" Blaine scolded, outraged with how his lover was acting. It wasn't Bas' fault that Kurt didn't believe him and it surely wasn't his fault he was with him.

"Ever since I first met you, you lied! You were obviously into Blaine—my Blaine—and here you are with him now! Let me guess, you're confessing your undying love for him when he's taken? I can't believe anyone would believe your ridiculous lie about what happened when you were 11! Your mother was never murdered and your father never went to prison for her murder! You made it all up so you could have a little sob story so people would give you the benefit of the doubt. Well guess what, Meerkat, you tried to blind my fiancè, you tried to split us up but worst of all, you bullied us all for years and you have to deal with that. And I hope Karma comes and bites you in the ass worse then what you did to us" Kurt's face was a crimson red colour, his anger had floated to the top and just like a bubble it all went pop.

Seb was silent, he could feel the tears in his eyes and was biting his bottom lip to keep them from falling. That hurt too much, it felt like it pierced his stomach with a knife, he had never felt so much guilt since he failed to save his dad. He tore his eyes away and focused on the floor, keeping his breathing even, he couldn't break down, especially not in front of Kurt, it would give him an advantage, one he didn't deserve.

Blaine was shocked, how could he be so inconsiderate even after the truth had been revealed to him? He brought Bas there to try and cheer him up but right now, he had failed to control his own fiancè from hurting him. He wanted to yell at Kurt, do something to make him apologise but nothing came out of his mouth, instead, he turned his head to see his friend's dropped downwards, directing his gaze onto the floor.

"Kurt—" Blaine started, being interrupted by Seb.

"Blaine, don't. If he don't believe it then he don't. We can't force him to believe things, drop it. Please" Seb's voice as soft, wavering slightly as if he was trying to surpress all of the hurt he was feeling.

Seb turned to Kurt, keeping eye contact to a minimum, he was too focused on keeping himself under control then trying to keep himself from hurting him. It was taking all of his will power and maturity not to bring back his old, snarky ways.

"Listen here, gay face," he started, ignoring the look he was getting from Blaine trying to tell him to back down himself, "everything I told you was the truth" Barry's eyes were watering and he couldn't stop them from doing that.

"My mother was murdered in front of me at the age of 11, my father was sent to prison for her murder and I grew up in foster care up until I was 16 and that's when I moved here because I wanted to live with my uncle. They adopted me and now my full god damn name is Bartholomew Henry Sebastian Smythe-Allen and right now there is more going on then me just returning!" Seb snapped, Blaine knew that this was barely any of it but he didn't want to anger the beast more.

The tears that had been bottled up in Barry's eyes had spilled, he stepped away from Kurt and headed towards the window, placing his hands on the window side and staring intently out of it.

"Well. If you're not here for a visit then you must be here for Dalton's Christmas party" Kurt replied, he needed to find out the explanation as to why he was here.

"What? Dalton's Christmas Party is this week?" Barry questioned, turning towards Blaine who looked as clueless as he was.

"Yes, it's tomorrow at 8pm" Kurt said, not caring about how Barry had no idea about the party.

Something clicked in Barry's mind. It all made sense. The reason why Hunter was threatening the lives of his friends here and why Eobard was being used for something else. He needed to go to the party but first, he needed to beat Zoom in that race.

"Kurt soon to be Hummel-Anderson, you're a fucking genius!" He exclaimed, not caring that the tears were still streaming down his face. He embraced Kurt into a hug and bid his farewell to Blaine before walking out of Dalton and super-speeding towards the Smythe residence. He needed to tell his team their plan.

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It had been 20 minutes since the Warblers and New Directions had left. The entirety of Team Flash (minus Barry) were all seated in the Smythe lounge, still trying to get Stacey to understand it all.

"Let me get this straight. Your doppelgänger," Stacey started, pointing at Harry, "killed my brother's mom when he was 11 but wanted to kill him but Barry's future self followed him back and stopped him from killing his younger self?" Her voice was slow, her brows knotted in confusion.

"As confusing as it all is, Ms Smythe, it is all true. I have no idea how I am allowed out in public after 'Harrison Wells' was named the murderer and with me being his doppelgänger from another earth it puts me in a place of giant risk each time I step outside" Harry explained with a smart tone, making Wally's head hurt.

"My head hurts" Wally exclaimed, causing Joe to chuckle lightly, it was hard to understand it all but he knew he would eventually and when he did, they'd all be there for whatever happens next.

Stacey's phone went off, breaking the group's interest away from Wally and towards her, making her feel quite uncomfortable.

"It's my boyfriend, I'm going round his for the night and I promised I'd be round soon. I won't tell anyone, don't worry and I just need time to understand it all" She explained, standing up and running upstairs to grab the bag she packed.

She came back downstairs with the bag slung across her shoulder, she waved them all goodbye and left for her boyfriend's.

Just then, Barry sped back into the room. Catching them all off guard and scaring them all.

"I have to race him. Tonight" was all he said before he ran all the way back to STAR Labs, grabbing his suit and super speeding back, casually flopping onto the couch.

Caitlin, Cisco, Jesse, Iris and Wally all left, claiming that they had been invited to get coffee with some of the girls. Harry walked into the kitchen, letting both Barry and Joe have the room to themselves. Whilst Barry was staring out of the window on the far side of the lounge, Joe was slowly stalking behind him, his concern drawing him to the grieveing young man.