Santana Lopez could not believe her eyes.

Today was a whole load of suckass, wasn't it? First, her flight got delayed, then some good-for-nothing hag stole her purse, which caused her and Rachel to walk across the Kennedy airport just to get another ticket.

Then, to make matters worse, once they arrived at Central City, Rachel insisted they do more walking. Quinn made things slightly better by buying her a cronut, which she still has one bite left on her plate.

And she was about to enjoy that last bite! But then, Sebastian freaking Smythe slithers his way behind her and Quinn's chairs like it's no big deal! The twink didn't even acknowledge them until Lady Hummel said something.

Smythe dropped off the face of the Earth with no contact with anyone, and he just so happened to show up at the exact time and place the four of them were sitting at?

Nuh-uh, Santana Lopez and her notorious Mexican Third Eye do not believe in coincidences.

The twink turned around and looked at them in confusion. Santana noticed how he stumbled as he turned around.

'Those years of prancing around in a little prissy uniform are failing you, huh, Smythe?' Santana mused.

Rachel and Kurt were openly gaping at him, while Quinn's eyebrows were so furrowed Santana thought they might stay that way.

Nobody said anything for a minute. Santana was still a bit shocked.

Weirdly enough, Smythe looked highly uncomfortable.

Rachel was the one to break the silence. "I—Oh my god, Sebastian?" She managed.

Smythe's eyes widened, "Uhm, w-well, I-I don't think— "

Kurt laughed humorlessly, cutting him off. Santana raised an eyebrow at his inability to form a coherent sentence. Time sucked away his smoothness, apparently.

Kurt shook his head in disbelief, "Wow, time really didn't do you justice, huh, Sebastian?" Obviously the bitterness from high school didn't entirely leave him yet.

The twink looked a little offended, most likely thinking Hummel was talking about his appearance and not attitude. If Santana was honest, Smythe looked good. Hair was free of gel, slightly messy. His seemingly permanent smirk was gone from his face and instead replaced with…. well, he was currently opening and closing his mouth like an idiot, but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

She saw Quinn give Kurt a pointed look, which he gracefully ignored.

Smythe let out a small sigh, "Look, uh, there's been a misunderstanding I—"

"A misunderstanding?" Santana said in disbelief.

His eyes snapped to her, face flushing red. "Uh, y-yeah?" He said as if it was a question.

Kurt gave her a "What the Fuck" look, and she agreed. He lost all swag.

Quinn shook her head and was about to say something, but Kurt beat her to it. "I'm sorry Sebastian, but are we making you nervous? Because that is quite a game-changer isn't it?" He seemed to be enjoying mocking the shit out of the twink right now.

She couldn't blame him; it was pretty fun watching the meerkat struggle for basic words. Especially after all those times, he was so quick to have a fresh comeback.

Smythe shook his head and glanced nervously around the place, "I—" He was interrupted again.

Rachel held out her hand. He surprisingly shut his mouth. She looked at him, and gave a small smile, "Look, Sebastian." He closed his eyes briefly and looked at her, "I know, we all had our disagreements in high school," She paused and looked around the table for support.

The only support she received was Kurt mumbling, "Disagreement is a light way of describing it," as he took a sip of his coffee.

Santana wasn't listening to this. She interrupted, "No, no. No need for apologies Rachel," Rachel raised her eyebrows, "No, what we need is for this little twink to tell us exactly why he disappeared to God knows where, and suddenly reappeared at the very place we all so happen to be hosting our Fundraiser?" She said, looking at him straight on.

Kurt nodded and started gazing at him intently. Quinn and Rachel shared a glance but didn't protest, though Quinn did look like she had something to say.

The twink blushed even harder and looked quite uncomfortable. Who knew Sebastian Smythe was capable of such a thing?

Smythe put his hands in his jacket pockets and shifted his weight to his other foot. Kurt raised an eyebrow and slightly smirked.

"I don't really know how to say this, but I'm not Sebastian." He said lamely.

Santana laughed openly and took a sip of her coffee. Kurt's smirk grew wider, and he said, "You used to be a lot better at lying Sebastian. You couldn't think of a better excuse?"

Quinn and Rachel shared another glance, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm not lying!" He said quickly.

Kurt shook his head, "And why should we believe you? You certainly look like Sebastian Smythe." Again, he was clearly enjoying this.

He sighed and ran a hand across his face. "Sebastian is my twin." He said flatly.

Wow. Was he really going for the twin excuse?

Rachel raised her eyebrows, "Twin?" Santana couldn't tell if she believed the twink or not. Santana definitely didn't.

Kurt scoffed, "Fine. Do you have your ID, 'twin of Sebastian?'"

He sighed while reaching into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet.

While he was doing that, Quinn leaned towards them and said, quiet so he couldn't hear, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe him."

Santana raised her eyebrows incredulously at her and saw Kurt do the same. They both looked to Rachel for help, but she nodded in agreement. Santana looked to Kurt and saw his face was reflecting exactly how she felt.

Smythe pulled out an ID which said his name was Bartholomew Henry Allen.

Kurt snorted, "Bartholomew?"

Smythe flushed again. Santana grabbed the ID out of his hand, and it said he worked as a CSI for the Central City Police Department.

She almost believed his story. He acted nothing like the twink she knew in high school, and his facial expressions were all wrong. Also, he didn't seem coordinated whatsoever, which was basically impossible for someone who performed competitively in Show Choir.

Again, she almost bought this twin thing. Almost

Smythe made an error. She smirked, "If you are really a twin, and that's really your ID and not a fake one, then your last name wouldn't be something completely different, Bartholomew."

Quinn and Rachel looked over to see the ID, while Kurt looked smug.

"Oops, looks like there's a whole in your story, Meerkat." He said, mocking.

Smythe huffed and pulled out his phone. Santana raised an eyebrow.

He typed something and showed them. She leaned in to see what the hell he was trying to show them. It was a contact with the name "Sebastian Smythe."

Santana frowned. Okay, there wasn't really another reason why he would have his own name in his contact list. "Call it," She said bluntly.

He looked surprised, "What?"

She rolled her eyes, "I said call the number, and prove to me you are who you say are."

"Santana," Quinn said lowly. She ignored her.

Kurt looked at him with a tilted head.

He looked conflicted but said, "Okay, alright."

Santana leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, waiting. Kurt did the same while Rachel and Quinn looked apprehensive.

He pressed call and raised the phone to his ear, and nervously bit his nails. See, Smythe would never do that. She doesn't think she's ever seen him look nearly this nervous before.

Kurt spoke up, "Put it on speaker."

The twink, Santana wasn't sure who he was anymore but was still probably a twink, sighed and put it on speaker.

It rang.

And rang.

And kept on ringing.

Rachel spoke up, "Well if he doesn't answer—"

"Hey, it's Sebastian, sorry I missed your call. Leave a message if it's urgent."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. Santana rubbed her lips together and glanced at the rest of them. Quinn looked up to the Smythe-look-alike and gave him a smile, "Well, I believe you, but— "

Kurt interrupted, "I will believe you, if you show us a picture." Santana suspected he already believed him but just wanted additional clarification.

The twink looked to Rachel nervously, and she just flashed him a small smile. "Okay, hold on," He said, scrolling through his phone.

"I don't really have a recent one, but here's one from when we were teenagers," He showed them a picture of two teenage boys laughing at something. They both looked like Smythe but younger.

Kurt sighed and put his hands in his face. He looked back up and said, "I am so sorry, I really thought you were Sebastian. You guys are identical, it's kinda scary."

The Smythe twin smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, we used to get mixed up a lot when we were younger. Don't worry about it." He said, even though he looked like he was worried about it.

Santana stood up and reached out her hand, "Well, twink," said twink raised an eyebrow, "looks like you were telling the truth. My name is Santana Lopez, and I apologize for slapping you."

He looked confused and shook her hand, "Uh, hi. I don't think you slapped me?"

"I did in my mind." She said bluntly.

He nodded and quietly said, "Oh."

Rachel then stood up and shook his hand, "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, and again, we apologize for any hostility." She said, looking at Kurt and Santana.

The Smythe-look-alike laughed nervously and shook her hand.

Quinn and Kurt were sharing glances that Santana didn't have the care to analyze. Quinn stood up and said, "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray, and the man who insulted you multiple times is Kurt Hummel." She shook his hand, and Kurt stood up and did the same.

"Hi, I'm Barry Allen," when he saw Santana's quirked eyebrow, he continued, "Barry is short for Bartholomew, which is technically my name. But you all saw that on my ID, which by the way can I have back?"

Quinn laughed lightly at his rambling, picked up his ID lying on the table, and handed it to him. Santana now felt like an idiot for mistaking this awkward mess of a man for the slick Sebastian Smythe.

Kurt said, "Um, I'm still a little confused about your last name?"

"Yeah me too?" Rachel said.

"Uh, well that's kind of a long—" Allen was interrupted by a barista approaching.

"Okay, Barry, here are your coffees, and this box has all your cronuts." She handed him a container with six coffees and a box.

Damn, was he really eating all that?

He smiled at her, "Thanks Cassie."

Cassie smiled back, "Have a good day, Bar. Oh, and tell Iris she can keep her set of keys. I won't tell anyone." She winked and walked away.

Allen laughed too, "Okay, thanks."

Santana quirked an eyebrow, "Is that all for you?"

He looked to her and shook his head, "Uh, no it's not. Speaking of I have to go to work, but, uhm, it was nice meeting you all!" He flashed a tight small and was about to walk away, but Rachel stopped him.

She stood up and said, "Wait! Uh, Barry?"

He turned to her. She continued, "Do you live here? Or are you just visiting?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "Rachel, he works for the city's police department, I'm pretty sure he lives here."

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, so that means you are familiar with the city right? And all tourist places and whatnot?"

Oh god.

Kurt mumbled, "Rachel, what are you doing?"

Allen paused, "Uhm, yeah?"

She beamed at him, "Great! We are planning a Fundraiser, and we aren't familiar with the city, obviously, so I was wondering if we could get together sometime, and you could show us around?" She said promptly.

Kurt looked a bit pale at that question and downed almost the rest of his coffee while shaking his head. Santana could tell Allen didn't know what answer everyone was looking for by the way he was opening and closing his mouth.

Quinn raised an eyebrow and had a slight smile as she saw Allen look lost for words. Quinn was always charmed by the awkward, sweet boys.

"Uhm, I mean—well I could I guess fit it in my scheu—"

Rachel clapped, "Perfect! Thank you so much, uh, here, I'll take your number."

She pulled out her phone and looked at him, waiting for him to recite his number. Santana laughed openly as his eyes widened. "Oh, uh it's 314-869-0129.*"

Quinn looked at her, and they both chuckled at his actions. Kurt suddenly seemed very interested in a particular spot on the table.

Rachel smiled, "Okay, thank you so much, Barry! I'll give you a call." She waved at him as he gave them a tight-lipped smile. He waved at them before turning and practically running out of the building.

She sat back down and smiled brightly, "Well now we have someone to help us plan our Fundraiser!" She pulled out her phone and started typing away.

Santana rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, and that person is Sebastian Smythe's twin. Remind me to have the police on speed dial around him."

Quinn laughed but looked vaguely offended. "I think he's sweet."

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, why couldn't we have the privilege of meeting him in high school. I always knew Sebastian had to be an evil twin."

Santana chuckled. Kurt continued, "It's weird though."

Quinn frowned, "That Sebastian has a twin? We didn't know him that well. It's not that surprising weren't aware of something big in his life." She took a sip of coffee.

Santana nodded and gracefully shoved the last bite of the cronut in her mouth, but Kurt shook his head. "No, no that. Well, yes that too, it's strange, but I just meant they are literally identical. Like down to the freckle and mole. It's weird seeing Sebastian's face be all awkward and cutesy."

Quinn nodded and took a sip of her drink, and let out a hum of agreement.

Rachel looked up from her phone, "Okay! I just spam emailed like 1,000 people and posted a statement to our Facebook wall, so we should start getting replies soon!"

Santana let out a dramatic sigh, "Let's just pray and hope Smythe's twin is as sweet as you think he is, Quinn, or else this whole thing will be a bigger pain in the ass then it already is."

*Not a real phone number, please do not try calling it lmao