Barry Allen was doing his best to hurry.

Sometimes he wished he could just grab his Flash suit so that he could cut in line at Jitters. He used to speed through the shop and grab his coffee that way, but after multiple lectures from Caitlin, he was forced to stop.

He pouted about it for a bit until he realized it would keep his ego and patience in check.

Snart was just broken out of jail, and Mardon and the Trickster were on the loose. Patty was distraught about it for a reason unbeknownst to him.

He was too tired for this, honestly. He had just killed an immortal psychopath with Oliver, and Zoom was still out there, and it was almost Christmas, for Christ's sake!

Cisco said he needed to come to S.T.A.R. Labs quick, but Barry needed his coffee fix. That's the only way he could survive the day.

He entered Jitters and almost groaned as he saw the line. He just opened the door, and the line was right there! He let out a sigh and decided coffee was worth the wait. He glanced behind him and saw two more people walk in right behind him. The line was already growing behind him.

He sighed and pulled out his phone. He had to wait. He hoped Harry wouldn't be in a pissy mood when he got there.

"Santana, I really don't know why you're complaining. This city is so refreshing compared to New York! I mean, look," Rachel Berry said as she pointed to a group of teenagers laughing, "Everybody is so sweet, and not one person on the street has asked me to help them massage their Grandmother's sore feet."

Santana Lopez rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on Berry. The only reason you're saying this is because of that little girl with no standards at the mall asked you for a picture and an autograph."

Rachel huffed and said, "Okay, well, I don't need you ruining my happy mood right now." She glanced around.

Central City was lovely. Especially around this time of year. Most larger cities were probably wonderful around this time of year. The holiday season always brought a feel to the environment.

And Rachel Berry enjoyed that feeling.

She and Santana were walking the streets, trying to enjoy the season. At least, Rachel was. Santana was in one of her moods. The airport situation was difficult for both of them, so Rachel understood why.

Santana let out a noise of frustration, "God, where's Lady Hummel and Quinn? I thought they wanted to meet for coffee!" She pulled out her phone.

Rachel clicked her tongue, "Uhm, I think— "

Too late. Santana was already dialing.

Rachel was almost 100% certain Kurt and Quinn wanted to meet at the coffee place instead of on the sidewalk of a random street but didn't voice that thought.

Santana breathed a sigh. "Quinn, yeah, hello!? I thought you wanted to meet for coffee, where the hell are you?" Quinn must've said what Rachel thought because Santana's eyebrows furrowed.

"Ugh, fine, whatever, just send me the address, would you?" Santana said abruptly, then hung up.

Rachel raised an eyebrow, pretending to be oblivious, "What? Are they almost here?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "Don't play dumb, Berry, come on. And fast, I really don't need my breasts freezing off before we get there."

Rachel let out a small laugh as they walked.

Kurt Hummel was currently sitting alone at a table, waiting for Quinn to bring their coffees over. His eyes vaguely ran over the line and noted how long it was. It was nearly out the door. The line was so packed people were practically stepping on each other's feet. It was still growing; he noticed as two more people walked in.

'Must be the Holiday rush.' He thought.

Quinn was nearing the front, so it shouldn't be too long.

Kurt frowned as he glanced at the T.V. above him and saw a news broadcast about a man named Leonard Snart, who was broken out of jail along with the Trickster? Interesting name.

As he watched, he learnt Mark Mardon, a man who could control the weather ('yeah, wow'), had broken the both of them out of jail.

He knew this city was strange. It was full of people with superpowers. Sam Evans would've loved it.

The News anchor then went on about how this was all part of a plan to take The Flash down, supposedly. The city's own superhero. He had his own drink too. That was what he and Quinn had ordered.

He was impressed by The Flash. The man could run faster than the speed of sound, and maybe even faster!

He was distracted by his phone buzzing. It was a text from Rachel; she and Santana were almost there.

Good. Kurt was ready to start planning this thing. It would be fun to catch up too, but the main priority was the fundraiser for Dalton Academy. It was terrible what happened. At least nobody was hurt.

He saw Quinn walking back and sat down across from him. She was not carrying their coffees. He looked at her, offended.

Quinn rolled her eyes, amused. "The barista said she would bring them over when they're done, since we're the closest table to the line."

Kurt leaned back and crossed his arms, "Ugh, okay, that's nice of her, I guess." He was getting a little cranky. It was almost 5:30 PM, and he hadn't had a lick of coffee this morning.

She looked over his shoulder at something behind him. He frowned and turned around in his chair to see what she was looking at. He didn't see anything.

"What?" He said, still turned around.

She sighed, "I thought I saw Santana," he turned back around. "How much longer are they going to take?"

"Rachel said they were almost here. She said Santana is a little cranky." He responded.

"Because of what happened at the airport?"

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed, "What happened at the airport?"

She sighed, "Well, their flight got delayed and someone stole Santana's purse which had her plane ticket in it, so they had to walk all the way to the other side of the airport to complain and buy another." She explained.

Kurt raised her eyebrows, "Wow. I'm surprised Rachel didn't call to tell me about it."

A barista suddenly came, with four coffees in tow, along with a cronut, "Here we are! Four Flash's and one special Christmas cronut!"

Kurt smiled gratefully at her, "Thank you so much."

Quinn said her thanks as well and gave the waitress another five dollars, which she humbly accepted.

Kurt raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink, "Someone's in the giving spirit."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "It's called being polite, Kurt." She said, putting her wallet back in her purse.

He looked at the cronut and raised an eyebrow. "For Santana," She said, "I thought it would make her feel better." She took a sip of her Flash

"Hmm, this is really good." He nodded in agreement. It was pretty good.

"Can you believe this city has its superhero? That's insane." Quinn said, looking up at the T.V. monitor.

Kurt hummed in agreement taking another sip, looking up as well. "Yeah. Feels unreal."

Santana let out a sigh of relief as she and Rachel approached the coffee place. She grabbed Rachel's arm and started walking quicker.

Rachel yelped, "Hey, Santana, easy! We are right there!"

"Yeah, exactly, I'm trying to get inside before I freeze to death out here." She responded.

She quickly ushered Rachel through the door. They almost immediately bumped into some girl at the very back of the line. Santana openly gaped.

"Ah great, just what we needed. Are we really just going to wait in this line?" Santana said, quite bitter.

Rachel was peering over her shoulder, "Oh, nope! I see Quinn and Kurt at that table. Come on." Quinn saw them and smiled. Hummel turned around too and waved them over.

She grabbed her hand, and Santana roughly knocked into someone in the line, causing them to drop their phone, all because of the way Berry was manhandling her wrist.

She and Rachel quickly made their way to the table. Santana sat down beside Quinn, while Rachel sat down beside Hummel, sitting right across from her.

As Santana was taking off her thick jacket, she stopped mid-movement and outwardly gasped.

They all turned to look at her. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

Santana sat there openly gaping, "Is that—? Oh my god."

Kurt started to look a bit worried as he turned to Rachel. She was too busy looking around frantically, "What? Santana what is it?" She said.

Santana turned to Quinn, mouth still open, "Is that a cronut I smell?"

Kurt let out a mumbled, "Oh my god," and took a sip of his drink, while Rachel huffed, "Geez, Santana, I thought something was wrong."

Quinn had a smug smile on her face and passed the plate over to her. "I thought it would make you feel better. Eat it, quick! Before it gets cold." She said with a small laugh.

Santana smiled at her. This was the most grateful she had ever felt for Quinn's existence. She took a bite, and it felt like heaven. She saw Quinn laugh from the corner of her eye.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. Rachel suddenly gasped and turned to Kurt, "Oh! Did you already get our coffees?"

He set a mug down in front of her and said in a sing-song voice, "Yes, ma'am."

She rubbed her hands together and said, "Ooh, why the lightning bolt?"

Quinn answered, "For The Flash."

Rachel raised her eyebrows and let out a small laugh, "Wow, they named a drink after this guy?"

Santana looked at her incredulously and answered while chewing, "Rachel are you kidding? He's a goddamn superhero. Why are you surprised?"

Rachel was about to say something, but Kurt interrupted her, "Guys we can talk about The Flash later. Right now we are here to discuss the fundraiser." He said firmly.

Barry sighed and glanced up from his phone at the number of people in front of him. He was about halfway through. He saw Cassie, Iris' old co-worker, was the one taking orders. Maybe he could convince her to prioritize his order.

He knew it was wrong but had gotten about 20 texts from Cisco and Caitlin asking where he was, so he needed to hurry

He heard some woman who had just entered vocalize precisely how he felt, "Ah great, just what we needed. Are we really just going to wait in this line?"

'For real, though.' Barry thought.

He felt his phone buzzing in his hand and saw Cisco was calling him. He sighed and raised the phone to his ear.

He was about to say "Hello," but someone harshly bumped into him, and he dropped his phone on the ground. Barry looked up in surprise and saw two women hastily walking towards a table. He was slightly offended they didn't apologize but brushed that off and grabbed his phone from off the ground.

"Barry? Hey, Barry, you there?"

He put the phone up to his ear, "Yeah, yeah I'm here."

"Where the hell are you? We've been texting you for the past 30 minutes, are you coming?"

He let out a small huff and said, "Yeah, I'm coming, I'm just grabbing some coffee."

"Coffee? Barry, Captain Cold, Weather Wizard, and, the Trickster are all on the loose, and you stopped for coffee?"

Barry paused. "I'll get some for you and Caitlin too."

He heard Cisco give a dramatic groan, "Okay, okay, whatever, Joe is on his way too, so grab something for him. Oh, and Harry! We don't need him being a bigger dick than usual."

Barry nodded and laughed lightly, "Yeah, yeah, okay. Anything else?"

"…get some of those cronuts too."

Barry snorted. "Yeah, dude no problem."

"See you soon, Bar."

"Yup." He hung up the phone.

He looked at the line in front of him. There was still a large group of people in front of him (about 6-7 people), but they all seemed to be together, so it would be his turn once they ordered.

He glanced at the T.V. monitor and saw the News anchor was still talking about the break-out at Iron Heights. He noticed it earlier but didn't want to ponder on it.

This was big. Two dangerous criminals and Snart's morally confusing ass are out of jail. He thought about going to Saints and Sinners to pry information out of Snart but wasn't positive if he would be out in the open after just being broken out of jail.

He would probably call Patty and compare notes with her. She seemed determined about solving this case. He might check up on her though too, she seemed worried.

The group was done ordering, and it was Barry's turn.

'Hell yes.'

Cassie smiled at him, "Barry, hi!"

He returned the smile, "Hey, Cassie."

"What would you like, today?"

"I will take four flashes, two cappuccinos, and five cronuts. All to-go please." He decided to get an extra cronut for Patty too.

Cassie let out a small laugh, "Wow, okay, are we feeding a group, Barry, that's a lot."

He laughed too, but he was secretly hoping she would hurry the hell up, "Yeah, it's for my friends at work."

She raised an eyebrow, "Late shift?"

He nodded, "Uh, yeah, you could say that."

She rang him up, "Okay, that'll be $28.39*, please."

He noted to himself to have Cisco and Cait pay him back. At least, Cisco. He's the one who wanted the cronuts.

He paid, and Cassie informed him his order would be out in about 10 minutes. He nodded at her in thanks, then turned around and noted the table closest to the line, the one he usually sat at, was occupied with four people.

He was also pretty positive the woman stuffing her face with a cronut was the same woman who had bumped into him earlier.

He squeezed by behind the cronut woman and another pretty blonde's chairs to sit on the couch next to it, but a voice stopped him.

"Sebastian!?"

Oh god. It had to be today, didn't it?

Quinn and the others were discussing how they wanted to go about the fundraiser for Dalton Academy. They planned to have it here in Central City, and Rachel threw out the idea of a talent show. Kurt seemed on board with it, and Santana rolled her eyes and mocked the idea for a bit but was for it.

Quinn was excited to perform again. She did at Yale a bit, but it was very casual. No stakes. Just a tiny show some of her classmates decided to throw together. She was excited to perform with a purpose, again. She hadn't had one since high school.

They were also trying to get in touch with some former Dalton boys and old New Direction members.

Kurt was saying, "Okay, we should all try to reach out to everyone and convince them to come to Central City. I'll ask Blaine to get in touch with some old Warblers."

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, I'm in touch with almost everyone, so it should be pretty easy to get everyone together."

Quinn listened silently, an idea forming. She glanced at Santana and saw her trying to save her cronut. She was nodding along, though.

Quinn spoke up, "Is Blaine still in contact with Sebastian Smythe?"

Rachel snapped her head towards her in surprise, and Kurt gave her a look in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"

Santana looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah, no she has to be, Hummel, or else I'm about to check her into a Mental Hospital."

Quinn looked at Rachel, who had her eyebrows furrowed. "No, I think I know what you mean, Quinn." Rachel said, nodding.

Santana and Kurt both looked to her, incredulously, "Rachel!" Kurt said.

He was about to say something else, but Quinn interrupted, "If I remember correctly, wasn't his Dad some rich State's Attorney? If we try to convince him to help support the fundraiser, it could go extremely well." Quinn explained while Rachel nodded along.

Kurt sighed and rubbed his temples while Santana crossed her arms. Quinn raised her eyebrows, "Guys, we aren't in high school anymore."

Kurt rubbed his eyes, and Santana rolled her eyes and said, "That's not it, Quinn."

Quinn and Rachel both looked confused, "I don't understand?"

"Tell them, Hummel," Santana said as she continued to stuff her face with the cronut.

Kurt sighed, "Apparently, Sebastian fell off the face of the Earth after he graduated. Nobody knows where he is. He lost all contact, it'll be a waste of energy trying to find him."

Rachel frowned, "Oh. That's unexpected."

Quinn frowned as well. She didn't say anything, though. How the hell did Sebastian Smythe disappear from the face of the Earth, and not one person knew where he was? Kurt looked like he was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened.

Precisely at that moment, Quinn felt someone trying to squeeze their way behind her and Santana's seats. She briefly glanced and tried to move her chair forward to make it easier for them, but her eyes widened as well.

Santana froze and set her cronut down while Rachel's jaw dropped slightly. Quinn knew they saw him as well. He's not even 3 feet away from their table.

"Sebastian!?" Rachel gasped.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.