Leonard Snart was not a man that was easily surprised. He always made sure to think ahead, preparing for each and every possible outcome. However, that was before he met Barry Sebastian Smythe Allen.
Looking around the obviously expensive private jet, Snart reclined into his cushy seat, "Nice plane you've got here Smythe. If I knew how much money you had, I would have spent a lot more time trying to rob you then trying to stop the Flash."
Pouring champagne into his glass, Barry smirked, "Good luck trying to steal from me Snart. Despite me being a Smythe, I still am the fastest man alive."
"Unfortunately. So, you never did tell me this revenge plan you had. Your friend, Jeff was it, got hurt. What is the Scarlet Speedster going to do next?"
"All in good time Snart. I don't feel like repeating myself, so we will wait until everyone is gathered together before I explain."
"Everyone?" Snart inquired.
"What, did you believe that the two of us alone were going to get the revenge I need? No, a few friends of mine are going to help out as well. They also happen to be friends of Jeff's, so they pretty much insisted on helping out." Barry explained.
"Why do I have a feeling that these friends of yours are more annoying then you are?"
With a scheming smirk, Barry answered, "Because they are."
As soon as the plane touched down in New York City, a car was already waiting for them. As Barry climbed out of the jet, a genuine smile spread across his face.
"Hey killer, looking good."
Blaine blushed slightly before pulling his friend into a hug, "I missed you too Bassy."
"I wasn't aware you played for the other team Smythe." Snart commented as he too stepped out of the jet.
"He doesn't. Still doesn't stop him from trying to ruin my perfectly happy marriage, while simultaneously adding to my Husbands insecurities." Blaine corrected.
"Oh come on! Kurt needs a little blow to his ego every now and then. Other wise Lady Hummel will drive us all crazy with his self-righteous attitude." Barry explained.
"I resent that." A voice was heard coming from inside the car. Kurt Hummel, in all his fashion loving glory soon stepped out wearing a scowl.
"I see the meerkat arrived in one piece. Pity." Kurt remarked.
"Oh my God Kurt, I almost didn't recognize you. You were wearing boy clothes for once!" Barry declared dramatically.
"Oh hop off your high horse Smythe, and come give me a proper welcome." Kurt said while rolling his eyes.
Barry smiled as he went to go hug his long time friend and rival. "Looking good gay-face."
"You're not too bad yourself Smythe." Kurt admitted.
"As much as I would love to catch up, a certain someone is waiting for us. And she's not exactly the most patient person in the world." Blaine reminded everyone. With a nervous squeak, Kurt followed Blaine back into the car.
Snart put his hand on Barry's shoulder, and accused in a low voice, "Allen, when you said that your good buddies Blaine and Kurt were going to pick us up, you failed to mention that they were the Blaine and Kurt Hummel-Anderson."
"Oh did I not mention that? Huh, must have slipped my mind." With a final smirk at Snart, Barry followed his old friends into the car. Shaking his head at his temporary partner-in-crime's antics, Snart got into the car.
Arriving at his old apartment complex, Barry couldn't help but smile in nostalgia. Getting out of the car, he motioned for the rest of the men to follow him up. The doorman politely greeted him, and together they entered the elevator going up to the top floor.
As they waited in the elevator, Kurt remarked, "So you never did introduce us to your hot friend Barry. Worried I'll steal him from you?"
Leonard looked slightly uncomfortable as Barry busted out in laughter and introduced, "Guys, meet Leonard Snart. Thief exprodinare, and one of America's most wanted."
Blaine looked shocked, and began talking in a slow tone that suggested Barry had mental issues, "Bassy. Why are you bringing one of the most famous thieves in the world right into you multimillion dollar penthouse?"
"Nah, Snart is cool. We have an understanding."
Kurt just shook his head and chuckled, "Why am I not surprised."
Finally, the elevator reached Barry's floor, and which opened up directly into his penthouse. Two floors of stellar architecture and exquisite interior design. There were floor to ceiling windows covering the entirety of on the walls. On the left, a giant TV screen was mounded into the wall. On top the fireplace, Leonard could see multiple awards and trophies. For the third time that day. He was one again completely flabbergasted.
Approaching a small tableside, Barry picked up the crystal bottle of Courvoisier, and poured himself a cup. Taking a sip, he sighed, "Home Sweet Home."
"Good to have you back Twink." They heard a female voice say.
Up at the top of the stairs, was Santana Lopez, wearing a beautiful tight and short red dress with black killer heels.
"Missed me Satan?" Barry coyly asked.
Running down the stairs, Santana jumped into Barry's waiting arms.
Leonard stammered, "That's super model Santana Lopez. Barry Allen is getting hugged by super model Santana Lopez." He was ignored by everyone there.
Finally letting go of the long hug, she punched Barry in the shoulder.
"What was that for?" Barry asked while rubbing his now sore shoulder.
"That was for not telling me you woke up from a nine month coma you jerk."
Chuckling, Barry puts his arm around Santana, "Oh Satan, I didn't know you cared about me that much. Care to show me exactly just how much you appreciate me." Barry said, smirking suggestively.
Santana laughed out loud, while snaking an arm around his waist. Leaning into his ear, she whispered, "Not a chance in hell man whore."
Barry just chuckled once again, "That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And the time before that."
"Barry, stop hitting on Santana. It makes us all uncomfortable." Said a voice coming from another room.
Instantly recognizing it, Barry called out, "Not as uncomfortable as you and Quinn make us feel. Don't be a hypocrite Puckerman."
"That's Quinn Fabray's husband. As in the actress Quinn Fabray. How does Barry know all these people?!" Leonard was once more ignored.
Puck laughed at Barry, and came into view. Giving him a quick "manly" hug, he asked him, "Why aren't you ever on the group chat anymore? Do you know how annoying Jesse St Jackass is when he's complaining how 'his twin doesn't talk to him anymore'?"
"Group chat, what group chat?" Blaine asked, confused on why he wasn't a part of this.
Barry explained, "Do you remember that time in our senior year when you made a Super Hero club? Well, in retaliation, I sort of made a super villain one. We now have a group chat."
"A super Villain group chat? Scarlet is part of a Super Villain group chat? What parallel universe did I accidently step into?" Leonard quietly mumbled to himself.
Ignoring Snart completely, Blaine asked, "And who's part of this chat?"
Santana replied, "Originally, Bassy here started it, and recruited Jesse St Know-it-all and Hunter 'I'm an Asshat' Clarington. When we became friends, he added me, and then later Puckerman here joined. And really recently, Dave Karofsky joined. Apparently Bassy bumped into him at a Karaoke bar or something."
"Huh." Huffed Blaine.
"Oh come on Killer! Don't be jealous! You know how much I love you." Barry said to him in a sultry tone.
"Keep your hands off my man Smythe." Kurt warned him.
Laughing good naturedly, Barry and the rest heard the doorbell ring. "Looks like our last guest has arrived."
Felicity Smoak was not the type of girl who was good at hiding things. She especially wasn't good at hiding things from Oliver. So imagine her surprise when she found herself able to lie to Oliver about a fake family reunion, and take Ray's helicopter to New York to help Barry with some personal vendetta.
When she first found out about Barry's alter ego, it was completely by accident. Well, not exactly. A few weeks prior, Barry helped Team Arrow take down an old enemy of Oliver's. While he was undercover, he used the name Sebastian Smythe.
The curiosity killed her, so she decided there was no harm in typing in that name in YouTube. That was when she found video's of her favorite little nerd singing his heart out on stage, with thousands of members in the audience. A few videos and a couple of not-so-legal hacks later, she pretty much was aware of the full story containing Sebastian Smythe. It helped that one Blaine Anderson was absolutely obsessed with publically arguing with his brother Cooper, via Twitter, on who exactly Sebastian loved more.
Knowing that Barry probably wouldn't want the rest of Team Arrow finding out, she kept her friends alter ego to her self. And now, despite knowing Barry for the last three years, she at last meets Sebastian Smythe.
Once the doorman gave her the clearance, Felicity was able to use the elevator to go straight into Barry's penthouse. Entering the apartment, she couldn't help but gape.
Not only did the penthouse make Oliver's look modest in comparison, but also right in the middle was Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, and four more celebrities.
As always, Felicity automatically put her foot into her mouth, "Geez Barry, I know the tabloids say you're a man whore, but I didn't think it was to this extent!"
Santana automatically laughs, and puts her arm around Felicity's shoulders, "Oh, I like her Fieval. Can I keep her?"
Barry just rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. "Now that everyone is here, shall we begin?"