Blaine Anderson was NOT having a good day. For some god-forsaken reason, his manager decided that he needed to do a charity concert in California. This usually would not have been a problem, if it weren't for the fact that his manager hadn't informed him of said concert until 45 minutes before his plane took off. When he missed the plane, he had to get a different flight, one that had a lay over in Central City. But of course, his flight from Central City to LA was delayed for another 5 hours, so he was stuck in this city. He had just gotten out of the airport, when he decided that he needed coffee, fast. A taxi driver took him to what he believed was the best coffee shop in Central City, which was mostly empty, so Blaine wouldn't get too much unwanted attention.
Entering Jitters, Blaine made sure his hat and sunglasses were firmly in place. Sure, it wasn't the best or most unique disguise, but it worked.
He ordered his coffee at the counter, before taking a seat to what he had assumed was an empty table. So far, he hadn't been recognized. He usually never had a problem with fans, in fact he welcomed them, but he was not in the mood today. He was too busy thinking of ways to kill his manager while making it look like an accident. Maybe I should ask Bas about it, after all, he is a scientist… BAS! In his fit of anger about an unnecessary delay, Blaine had forgotten all about calling his best friend to let him know he was in town.
"You know, if you wanted my seat babe, you could have just asked." Blaine heard someone tell him. It was only then that he had noticed that there was a laptop bag sitting on another seat at the table he was occupying. Looking up, he saw the smirking face of one Barry Sebastian Smythe Allen.
"BASSY!" Blaine screamed, getting up to tackle his best friend in a hug.
Barry laughed and returned the hug with equal force. After they let go, Barry teased, "You know, for a guy that doesn't want to get recognized, you make quite the scene."
Realizing that everyone in the quaint coffee shop was now looking at him, Blaine felt a blush creep up to his cheeks.
"Umm." Blaine muttered.
"Damn, who knew after all of these years that the whole bashful school boy thing is still super hot." Barry joked with a smirk.
"Oh shut up Bas, we both know you're not gay." Blaine said.
"Only for you." Barry once again joked putting his arm around his friend's shoulders.
"Whatever you say Sebastian." Blaine said.
"You only call me Sebastian when you're annoyed. Is it because I've got you all flustered?" Barry teased.
"No, I only call you Sebastian when you're being an ass, which is pretty much all the time."
"Awww, I'm so touched that you spend so much time thinking about my ass. Don't worry, I think about yours too." Barry joked.
"I can't believe we're best friends." Blaine deadpanned.
"Speaking about best friends, care to explain why mine is in town, but failed to inform me?"
"Oh please, I didn't need to inform you, all I had to do was walk into a random coffee shop, and I would probably find you. You live in them anyways."
"True true. Still doesn't explain why you're in town though."
"The truth is, my manager is making me do some charity concert in LA, but he didn't tell me about it until 45 minutes before my plane took off. I obviously missed that flight, so when I did get a plane, it had a connecting flight to Central City, but now my flight is delayed. By the time I realized that I hadn't called you yet, you were already hitting on me."
For the first time since Blaine had arrived, Barry gave him a real smile, "Well, it's always good to have you in town killer. When's your next flight?"
"Not for another few hours." Blaine informed him.
"Well then, you're coming with me, and before you ask, no you don't have a choice."
"Of course, why would I ever assume anything different?" Blaine responded sarcastically before picking up his coffee, and following Barry out of the shop.
"So this is where you work?" Blaine asked, entering the precinct with Barry.
"Yup! Central City Police Department; filled with the finest detectives, and best looking scientist this world has ever seen."
"Who knew Sebastian Smythe could be such a model citizen?" Blaine asked jokingly.
Barry gasped mockingly, "Me?! I'm nothing if not an outstanding, and perfect citizen."
"So you're nothing then?" Blaine mocked, before getting shoved in the shoulder by Barry.
"Shut up."
The two of them laughed as they walked up the stairs to Barry's lab.
"So how's Lady Hummel?" Barry asked.
Blaine chuckled, "Kurt's fine, but he'd be more fine if you stopped calling him Lady Hummel."
"No chance babe, porcelain was practically asking for an eternity of mean nicknames after calling me a meerkat."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask, what kind of 'cutting-edge fashion is usually only seen on Puerto-Rican pride floats?'" Blaine asked.
Barry laughed, "So princess told you about that huh? And to answer your question, it's whatever peacock colored tragedy your husband found in Lady Gaga's reject pile, and decided to wear for the day."
"You know you're not fooling anyone right? Everyone knows how close the two of you have gotten, especially after being best man in our wedding."
"You're right, I love him like a brother, but that doesn't give him any less of a gay face." Barry said jokingly.
"I give up on the two of you." Blaine conceded.
"Finally!" Barry cried as the two of them entered the lab.
"Wow." Blaine stated as he saw the lab.
"I try." Barry said with a smirk.
"I still can't believe that you're the same person that I meant in high school. Who knew you actually had any brain cells?"
Barry gasped in fake pain, "I'm offended by that statement! I will have you know Mr. Anderson, that I was high school valedictorian."
"Yeah, I was there. And when you went on stage to give your speech, no one believed that you were the actual Valedictorian, they thought that it was some kind of elaborate prank you were trying to pull." Blaine reminded him, laughing at the memory.
"Well, they were just jealous of my obvious superior intellect."
"Sure Bas, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Blaine said.
"You know, you certainly could help me sleep at night, then again, we wouldn't be doing much sleeping." Barry teased with a smirk.
"You do realize that you're straight right?" Blaine once again asked.
"Oh, I'm well aware that I'm straight, but I just have too much fun in annoying you."
Looking at his watch, Blaine was shocked to see how fast the time went by. He realized he had to hurry back to the airport if he didn't want to miss his next flight.
"You have to go, don't you?" Barry asked.
"Yeah, yeah I do." Blaine admitted sadly.
"Come on, let me get you a taxi." Barry said.
Walking outside of the precinct, they stood on the street as a taxi came to a stop next to them.
Pulling Blaine into a hug, Barry whispered into his ear, "Make sure you come to visit soon."
Pulling away, Blaine gave his friend a smile and said, "You know, Santana mentioned something about planning a visit here. Maybe I'll just come with her."
Sighing, Barry asked, "She was serious about that?"
Laughing, Blaine responded, "Come on Bas, we both know when Santana sets her mind on something, there's no changing it."
"Don't I know it. Hey, make sure that when you do come, you bring Lady Hummel with you, ok?"
"Aw, you really do miss Kurt!"
"If you tell him, I will end you."
Blaine laughed, before saying, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
"Bye Bas."
"Bye Babe." And with a final wink from Barry, Blaine got into the taxi, and drove away.