A/N: so no one gets confused, Glee timeline is moved to fit with the Arrowverse timeline. (I don't remember if I mentioned this before..?) this means that Barry/Sebastian and his class graduated in '07, Kurt and his class graduated in '06. This story is set early 2015. Oliver is at Queen's Consolidated, and Felicity is his assistant. Barry's been awake from his coma for about a little over half a year.
"So, another cup of coffee after all?" Felicity teased Barry, the two having sat down at a four-person booth. Blaine had stepped outside shortly after they reached the nearest cafe, answering his phone with an apologetic smile towards the two of them, leaving his binder on the table.
Barry, in the inside seat, slumped against the wall and sent Felicity, sitting directly beside him, an exasperated look, "You're paying."
Felicity's laugh echoed in the interior of the otherwise quiet shop, and she quickly covered her mouth, looking around worriedly-causing Barry to snort despite himself. The blonde leaned closer to him, "Oh don't worry, Oliver's paying," She assured, "Assistant perks, I get to keep his coffee credit card on hand all the time."
"He has a separate credit card for…" Barry trailed off, as Felicity nodded quickly in answer.
"He likes to keep his caffeine spending in one place, easier to keep track of, apparently. Though, Dig, Thea, and I use it more often than he does." She clarified.
"Of… course. Yeah, okay," Barry leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
"...Hey, Barry, are you okay?" Felicity asked quietly. Barry just hm'ed in response. Felicity nudged him. When he didn't respond again, the blonde began poking at his cheek with her neatly manicured nails, making a quiet sound effect each time she made contact. Barry wrinkled his nose and tried to pull away to no avail, as he was leaning on the wall still.
"Felicity," Barry got out, and opened his eyes with very much effort, to give her a half hearted glare. The blonde pulled back and gave him an innocent smile, "You look awful. Are you sure you're alright?" She asked once more.
"You really know how to make a guy blush," Barry joked, scrubbing his hands over his face, "I don't know, I feel a little… wavy." Barry made a so-so gesture with his hands in answering her question, "And my face tingles. I don't think it's supposed to do that."
Felicity made a sympathetic nose, no stranger to lack of sleep, herself. "Have you eaten at all? I was with you when you bought that coffee, but, it might also be," Barry gave her a blank stare as she very suspiciously checked around her for listeners before leaning in, "You know, your metabolism…"
Barry snorted in amusement at her obviousness, "Not very in the mood for food so soon after a crime scene," He explained, "But you're probably right, my stomach's a little wanting."
"Barry," Felicity admonished. She then jumped as Blaine rushed up behind their booth, "Sorry for making you wait," He told them, with an apologetic smile. The curly headed man easily stepped around and slipped into the booth opposite them, "It was just my husband, you know, he's in town with me. He's taking a little break, having a little sightseeing for some inspiration. He's been a big big help with my production team, too."
Barry leaned against the table with one hand, smiling at Blaine's energy while talking about his husband. "When did you two end up tying the knot?"
"Oh, um," Blaine looked up in thought, "Well, we had a long engagement. Which was probably good for us, not rushing into it as much as I had first wanted," He admitted, sheepishly. "After we both got our arts degrees, and got settled in more. Figured out how to live together without killing each other," Blaine paused as Felicity let out a laugh. He smiled self deprecating, "All in all, I'd say about… a six year engagement? Seven? We got married Spring of 2014." He told them.
"Oh, well congratulations! Newlyweds, practically!" Felicity beamed.
"Yes, we celebrated our first year anniversary two weeks ago," Blaine easily returned, looking giddy, "And I've never been more in love with him."
"That's so sweet," Felicity almost squealed, "What I'd give to have such a nice lasting relationship," She sighed heavily.
"Don't get me wrong, it's not a walk in the park. Marriage takes work. But it's really worth it." Blaine assured.
Barry tapped his lip, and looked over at Felicity, "I thought you were doing something with… Hm, I don't remember his name," He looked up in thought, "Was it Ryan?"
"Don't remind me. He ended up being a conman. I sure can pick them, huh," Felicity rolled her eyes.
Blaine made a sympathetic 'oo' sound, before turning to Barry, "You know, I tried to contact you. I really did want you to go."
Barry sat up straighter, trying to stay focused, "Go?"
"To my wedding. I know it had been a while since we've really talked and all… I mean, since I moved out of state and you went on for your science degree. And I understand that had to have been time consuming. I, uh, asked the guys about you, too, and they hadn't been able to contact you, either. I wanted you to be one of my groomsman." Blaine told him.
Barry just looked at him, surprised. "Blaine, I… I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I would have loved to be there supporting you, please believe that." Barry told him, pressing every ounce of seriousness in his voice that he could muster the energy to. He imperceptibly grit his teeth as another bout of nausea passed through him.
"If it makes you feel better, B-" Felicity paused briefly to cough, tabbing at her throat with an embarrassed expression, "-astian wouldn't have been able to go, anyway." Felicity continued when she got twin looks of confusion, "Spring of 2014?" She reiterated and saw realisation dawn on Barry's face.
"Are you alright, 'Bas?" Blaine asked, worried.
"Oh, no, I'm fine now." Barry waved his hand.
"I meant, you look a bit pale. Wait, what happened to you before?" Blaine asked again.
Barry buried his face into his hands and groaned, "Absolutely nothing. I was practically dead to the world." Looking through his fingers at the even more confused Blaine, Barry continued, "I'll explain later. Right now I'm just oddly dizzy and tired. It'll pass. Probably."
"We were heading back to my place so he could crash at my apartment for a couple of hours when we ran into you. He has a habit of pulling all nighters for his job." Felicity explained.
"Oh! I'm sorry for interrupting then. Sebastian! You need to take care of yourself!" Blaine admonished.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Barry got out again, before chuckling at Blaine's scandalised expression.
"We could get them a late wedding present," Felicity brought up, elbowing Barry.
"Yeah, I doubt I could afford anything on their registry. Blaine's beau prefers designer everything." Barry teased.
"He can get pretty bad about that, yeah. But hey, at least the things he buys lasts, right? Though I didn't understand why we need half the kitchen knick-knacks he buys. I literally only use the same five or so things every day." Blaine joked back.
"I keep losing all my butter knifes. And those things are expensive. And I can't buy replacement butter knives unless I buy an entire set, but I just want the butter knives. Exactly seven of them." Felicity added.
A couple of moments passed, where in Barry found himself watching people mull around the shop while Felicity wondered why she brought up specifically butter knives.
Blaine then paused in thought, and looked to Barry again, "So, Sebastian, anyone new in your life?" Felicity turned to Barry, putting her chin in her hand, waiting for him to fill them in.
Barry bit his lip, "I… no, no one. I've dated, but," He trailed off, thinking of the few dates Iris tried to set him up with, as well as Linda. "No one that I can see myself with for very long. It's a little difficult," He shrugged, "My foster sister says I'm too married to my job or something, that I need to let go a little and make myself and my happiness a priority but… Work makes me happy at the moment."
"Iris is probably right, though," Felicity cut herself off from saying his name, covering it with a tutt noise, "I mean, if you get too hyper focused on your job, well. You've seen how Oliver gets. There can be a lot said for good balance."
"I'm glad you're trying, at least. You deserve to be happy, Sebastian." Blaine told him, sincerely, "And she's right, you know." He pulled his phone out of his pocket quickly when it gave a soft ping, "Oh! That's Kurt, he's almost here. I'm going to go order for us. Would you like me to order for you two, as well?" He asked them, standing up.
"Oh, no, I've got it. You go on ahead," Felicity told him. Blaine nodded easily and walked off to the counter.
Felicity quickly rounded on Barry, " Sebastian ? Would you mind explaining that, maybe? I'm not getting us food until you do." She half-threatened.
"It's a name I went by in high school, not really much to explain. It's my father's middle name. Was his father's first name. I liked it. I considered going by my middle name, but seeing as that's my father's first name, it was a little weird for me. Family thing." Barry told her easily, not wanting to drag it out.
"Why not just Barry? I like the name Barry." Felicity interjected.
Barry blew out a breath, "I just… got tired of being referred to as 'weird Barry Allen' and all that, so much to where… I just began thinking of my first name in a negative light. I wanted to… I wanted, I don't know. For a while I was embarrassed of the name. So I wanted to have this… This person I could be. A better me, more… confident, someone that could stand up for himself. I felt like the name Sebastian kind of encompassed that for me. And I wanted to be that confident person, so I started introducing myself as Sebastian, and it stuck."
Felicity nodded slowly, in understanding, "For a while I used to go by Elvira, but I don't think it's quite the same." The blonde quirked a smile at Barry, having brought up the story to lighten the mood.
"El-" Barry covered his mouth, holding back an undignified snort. "I've got to know how that one came to be," he egged her.
"Well," Felicity started, looking over her shoulder to see Blaine at the waiting counter before turning back, "I wore this dress to my junior homecoming…"
"Oh don't tell me it was-"
"It's exactly the dress you're thinking about. Long story short, I was kicked out of the dance by the administration because I refused to cover up. And then they suspended me for a week because I banded together some girls who were fed up for being dress coded, and we staged a strike during the homecoming. But since I was technically kicked out of the dance, they called the cops on me because I was 'trespassing' and well… it kind of spiralled. When I finally got back after my suspension, I was apparently crowned goth queen in my absence and the girls who were on strike with me called me Elvira. It spread." Felicity regaled.
Barry just looked at her, mirth in his eyes, "You know, every time I forget goth Felicity was a thing… you come and hit me with a reminder. I live for it. I really do."
"Goth Felicity is long dead, if you're living for her then that's kinda sad." Felicity told him, jokingly.
"I'd kill to see you in a throwback at least once ." Barry teased.
"Not happening." Felicity let him know.
"Do you at least have pictures you'd be willing to show me?" Barry asked, wiggling his eyebrows, "I need to see how clunky your combat boots were."
"You assume I wore combat boots." Felicity made to pick some lint off of her shoulder.
"Well? Am I right?" Barry poked at her, looking behind him briefly when he heard the server barista say Blaine's name. He put his fingers to his temples as another wave of dizziness hit him because he turned his head too quickly.
"Unfortunately. About four inches added to my height." The blonde admitted.
"Hello again," Blaine greeted, sliding back into the booth, setting two drinks down. He then looked scrutinising at Barry, "You alright? You look even more pale."
Barry just leaned forward and groaned.
Felicity scooted out of the booth and stood up, "Well, I think I'm going to go order Sebastian and me something to eat. Or, Oliver is."
"Oliver?" Blaine asked, before the person coming into the shop caught his eye. He quickly stood up, beaming. Blaine jauntily waved when the tall, impeccably dressed blond spotted him. "Kur-" Blaine quickly cut himself off when a loud thud from behind him sounded, and spun himself around to see Barry half laying bonelessly on the cafe table.
"Ohh my God," Blaine let out, voice higher than usual.
Kurt had jogged forward, eyes wide, "Is he okay?"
Felicity stepped forward and very obviously checked Barry's pulse on his neck, which cause Blaine to wheeze out a few more 'ohmygod's.
"Oh, he's fine," Felicity told them in an airy voice, and made to dig in her purse. "Can one of you sit him up?"
Blaine quickly slid into the set next to Barry and pulled him back by his shoulders so he was sitting back against the booth seat, "Are you sure he's okay?"
"Is that Sebastian…?" Kurt asked, when he had caught a good glimpse of Barry's slack face.
"Uh," Blaine laughed nervously, "Yeah, remember when I texted 'you'll never guess who I ran into'? I just wasn't expecting him to pass out! I mean, yeah, he looked pale and exhausted but-"
"Ah-ha!" Felicity pulled out a pen-shaped lancet, a small lancet device, and a little box. "Pass me his hand," she directed, making a grabbing motion.
"Who's this?" Kurt asked Blaine, stepping closer to lean on the table.
"Never mind, hold this," She said, pushing the device and box into Kurt's hand, and leaning over Blaine to grab one of Barry's wrists. "Can you put a test strip in that?" She directed over her shoulder at Kurt, who quickly complied.
Blaine, who still had a hand on Barry's shoulder to keep him up, made a squeaking noise when Felicity took Barry's index finger and pricked it with the pen. Felicity set the pen on the table and squeezed Barry's finger.
"Is that necessary?" Blaine asked, looking away from the dot of blood welling up.
"Yep! Have to have a good sample size. I don't want to have to do this more than once. Hand me that?" Felicity took the device back from Kurt when it was offered and fiddled with it and Barry's finger. Straightening back up, she made a humming sound when the device beeped.
Blaine caught Barry's arm before it fell into his lap and had frantically pulled a napkin off the table and pressed it to Barry's forefinger.
"That's what I thought." Felicity hummed.
"That is not a good number," Kurt said, having been able to see the read out from behind the shorter woman.
"No, he's fine." Felicity passed off, throwing the devices back into her purse.
"Listen, miss, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm pretty sure he just slipped into a diabetic coma. I wouldn't call that fine. We need to call the hospital," Kurt told her, pulling out his phone. After having looked after Burt for as many years as Kurt had, he definitely knew what 'fine' looked like in regards to specific cases of health.
"No! Nonono, there's no need for that. That's definitely not a good idea." Felicity said, grabbing Kurt's phone and chucking it into her purse, panicked. Barry in a hospital would be one of the quickest ways to expose him as abnormally human.
"What the hell..?" Kurt began.
"I have insulin for him back at my apartment. It's three blocks away, would you mind helping me carry him there?" Felicity asked, her grip tight on the straps of her bag.
"Felicity, I think Kurt's right… We should call a professional." Blaine reasoned.
"We can't. Look, he hates hospitals. And this has happened before, many times. All his friends know how to deal with this." Felicity told them, "And I'll make a compromise. If he isn't awake in an hour, then we'll call an ambulance. Deal?" She offered, knowing that Barry wouldn't be down for that long. She just really didn't want Barry being exposed as a meta in that setting, and she had a pretty good feeling Barry wouldn't want that, either.
Kurt stared Felicity down, arms crossed and hip cocked.
"If you're worried about the coffee, this place caters." Felicity offered.
Kurt uncrossed his arms and drug a hand across his face, "I'm not worried about the coffee , I'm worried about-ugh, fine. We'll help him to your apartment. But if his blood sugar doesn't get back to a good reading by the hour, I'm calling the hospital myself. Got it?"
"Crystal clear." Felicity easily chirped back.
Blaine shifted himself and Barry close to the edge of the seat, and Kurt got in closer to get a good grasp on him.
"Lead the way."
-x-
**about the health shit in this chapter: so Burt had a heart condition and cancer. I know it's not the same thing as diabetes or hypoglycemia(basically just low blood sugar), but Barry's 'condition' is pretty much bullshitted in the show/comics anyway so that he's not outed as meta. That, and I've had personal experience with heart conditions and diabetes intersecting, so yanno. Write what you know, right? Anyway for clarification, Barry passed out because speedster metabolism + him not understanding self preservation.
So idk if I told anyone, but this started off as a reject piece for a bigger glee/flash story (that I now have like. 20k+ words and counting) so this story in particular has a different angle now. And as for that angle/plot, I have... no idea. For now I'm going to see about trying to fit in as many Glee characters and random interactions as I can, because. Crack fic. Why not. (If anyone has any suggestions, go ahead and shoot, and I'll see if it inspires me/take it into consideration. c: )
guest review responses:
guest (Jan 4): thank you very much! more is coming
me: I just wanna say your review made me laugh so hard asdfghjk -ok but it was also sweet, despite the threat (lmao) so thank you! it's 100% more easier for me to reply to you/guests/anons on ao3, so if you're already reading over there then [eye emoji]
guest 1 (Jan 10): uh define "soon"? eep! I'm so sorry for making y'all wait so long, but hey? new chapter to make up for it? :)
guest 2 (Jan 10): it really is a hard craving to satisfy! and thank you so much for the compliment (realism, dialogue), it really does mean a lot to me! I'll treasure it always! *twirls you* Dialogue happens to be one of my favourites to write, so it's cool that you like that xoxo
guest (Feb 10): oh man. I feel you. I read them all, despite not stanning the ships. I'm such a lurker. (I told y'all I thirst for this crossover)
dragonlady: hm I've been persuaded to write this as Klaine, so that's what it'll be for now. :) Sorry if that isn't your tastes. I like Seblaine, too, though. I do want him connecting with the others (Warblers, ND) so there'll be that. Kurt was in this chapter, so maybe I'll try to bring Sam in soon, too. I don't think I'll make Blaine Music Meister, though, that begs for a separate story.
guest (Mar 5): ily2 :D
guest (Jun 8): it was continued *jazz hands*