When Jesse St James woke up that morning, the last place he expected to be was in Central City. But it was cold when he woke up. Jesse St James hated the cold. Especially in New York. So he decided to do what he always does, and find somewhere else to spend the long winter nights. Not that it was winter yet. It was only the beginning of September. But New York gets cold, and Jesse really hates the cold.

So he boarded a plane to Central City, excited to track down his best friend and start the "winter" properly; away from the freezing cold temperatures the American North East had to offer. With that in mind, Jesse found himself walking through the CCPD in search of the one man insane enough to follow through with his frivolous whims.

With his black aviators resting on his moisturized face, and two steaming cups of coffee (laced with Courvoisier of course), he strolled through the precinct as if he owned the entire building; which, considering the massive St James wealth, was not completely impossible.

Deciding to cut his time short, he immediately found the man who looked to be in charge, and swaggered over to him with a confidence that one can not just fake.

Before Jesse could even speak a word, the man cut him off, "Expensive outfit, designer glasses worn indoors, two cups of coffee, and a strut that screams 'entitled arrogance'. You're here for Smythe I presume?"

Jesse chuckled, well-aware of the company that he and his friend kept, "You must be Captain Singh. Bas has told me all about you; after all you're the only one here to know the real him. Jesse St James, at your service."

David's eyebrows shot up as he realized who was standing before him, "You're the winter in Fiji kid, aren't you?"

"That would be me. Glad to know I have a reputation."

"Not as much as a reputation, as you practically bribed me last year to let Allen go with you. Despite him being needed at work. During our busiest season."

Jesse clicked his tongue, remembering that conversation. He hoped it wouldn't be too much of an issue this time around, "It was a good thing you did. Sebastian can be quite terrifying in the cold."

Singh sighed, running a hand down his tired features, "Not that I had much of a choice. His personality swings are more drastic than any stock market crash."

Jesse laughed, "That sounds like the Smythe I know, never knew when to be Sebastian, or when to be Barry. It made for some interesting situations back in college."

"How long have you and Barry known each other?"

"I met Smythe back when he was in high school; senior year I think. We became best friends, and kept a close correspondence. When he decided to go to college in New York, we moved in together. Helped me get back together with my ex, and played the roll of my best man at the wedding."

David whistled, "Huh, so you guys are pretty close. What brings you to central? Allen know you're here?"

"Nah, Bas knows nothing. It was too cold in New York, so I decided to pick up Smythe for our favorite past time."

"Favorite past time?"

Before Jesse could answer the esteemed Police Captain, a figure came barreling into the famous Broadway Producer, "BEST FRIEND!"

Jesse let out a barking laugh, wrapping his arms around his somewhat insane friend, "BEST FRIEND!"

Barry, with a grin stretched a mile wide, let go of his friend, "What are you doing here St James?"

Jesse faked a look of hurt, before replying, "Can't a devilishly handsome straight man visit his surprisingly straight best friend without a needing a reason?"

Barry leveled a stare at the curly haired rich man, "You see, I wouldn't question it, if it were anyone else but you."

Jesse smirked, "Right you are my French baguette, right you are."

Throwing an arm around Barry's shoulder, he led him out of the precinct, "We have much to discuss my dear friend, and very little time in which to do so."

Singh, completely forgotten in all of the excitement, cried "Allen! You better be back in 30 minutes! You're still on the clock!"

Barry, or Sebastian depending on the mood he was in, was all too excited to be seated across from his favorite "villain". A smirk grew across his features as he recalled the reactions of New Directions when they realized that evil Warbler Captain, Sebastian Smythe, was best friends and roommates with the equally vile Vocal Adrenaline Captain, Jesse St James. It was a day to truly remember.

"What are you thinking about roomie?" Jesse asked, watching Sebastian as he chuckled to himself. Living with Sebastian for four years in New York did wonders on his personality; while he was still the male diva that everybody loved to bitch at, he was also a lot more open to humor. Especially when it came at the expense of others. Huh, perhaps Sebastian made him even more messed up than he originally thought.

"I was thinking about Lady Hummel's reaction when he saw the two of us drunk, singing karaoke together in that one dive bar in Brooklyn."

Jesse almost spat out his coffee as he laughed, tears welling up in his eyes as he remembered the extent of Kurt's insults and prayers as to; why oh why did God do this me? He stood there for about an hour sputtering and gaping and almost reduced to tears at the sight of his two greatest enemies coming together in this unholy unity.

It was their favorite collective memory, and the start of a new Era: The Jesse and Sebastian Golden Age. "You know, this coffee is just as good as the one in Lima."

Barry rolled his eyes, "Of course it is, you think I'll live in a city where they don't even have a respectable coffee shop? Do you even know me?"

"Speaking of knowing people, are you ready to know why I'm here?"

"Oh come on Jesse, I know why you're here. I saw the news forecast. It's freezing in New York."

"I love how you know me so well; this saves us a lot of time. Anyways, my parents place in Fiji is empty again, they decided to go Thailand instead."

Sebastian looked around nervously, before saying, "What if I say I don't want to go to Fiji?"

Jesse almost spat out his coffee, before glaring at the Warbler, "You mean you're willing to break an 8 year long tradition?"

"It's not like that Jesse, I just have another idea."

"Which is?"

"So how do you feel about Paris?"

"Paris? Why Paris?"

"Fashion Week man!"

"And why would I care about Fashion Week?"

"Think about the girls Jesse."

"I'm married."

"Oh. True. Think about the alcohol!"

"It's good, but we can always import it."

"Fine, then think about us showing up to Kurts runway and dragging Rachel and Blaine away from him while he's too busy stressing about fabrics."

"Smythe, you're a genius. Count me in."

"No."

"Oh come on!"

"Hell no"

"Captain, must we argue this again? You already agreed to let me go for Fashion Week!"

"Fashion Week in Paris isn't until the end of September. It's barely the first week. There's no way I'm letting you go for an entire month."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Because you're, unfortunately, the best CSI we got. Which means that you're not allowed to just up and disappear to Paris for something as frivolous as Fashion Week!"

"Don't forget we're also trying to escape the harsh winter."

" 1) It's not even winter! And 2, I bet it's even colder in Paris right now!"

Barry stayed silent for a few moments, contemplating his next move, "But my penthouse has a state of the art heater that you just can't find here in America."

Singh pinched the bridge of his nose, trying anything to abate the upcoming migraine, "Smythe. Don't be so pretentious. You don't need to go to Paris."

"But I miss my family. They're the only real connection I have to my mom you know."

"Are you trying to guilt me?"

"Is it working?"

"Just get out of my sight. And when you get back from Paris, I hope you're prepared to work massive overtime to make up for it."

"YES! I won't let you down Captain!"

Barry grinned, practically skipping towards the entrance of the precinct where Jesse was waiting for him. "He said yes!"

"Paris here we come!" Jesse cried, grabbing onto Sebastian as they escaped the CCPD.