Prompt from Majelic. Iris and Barry go to a club. Iris gets drunk, Barry takes her home, and when Barry thinks she's asleep, he starts whispering to her all the things that he would love to tell her when she's awake., but he doesn't know that she's listening, and then they are now, facing the truth, seeing each other.

Iris had had a long day at work and was glad it was the weekend. Barry was off for the weekend too, supposedly.

Barry said he would be available to hang out with her tonight, and she had a plan to keep him away from work.

Barry walked into the room as quietly as he could. "BOO!" he yelled coming up behind her. She didn't even jump, but he wasn't surprised.

"So I hear there's a really cool club in Starling City. I thought we could go there tonight."

"Verdant?"

"Yeah, that one."

"This had better not be an attempt to get me together with Felicity." Barry looked at her suspiciously.

"It's not, I promise." Dang, she thought, that would have been a good idea. "You do actually have to drive because I don't know where it is."

"I can do that." Barry smiled.

He left the room saying he had to call someone.

Barry called Cisco to tell them he would be in Starling that night and depending on just how bad Iris's day had been, possibly tomorrow morning.

"Okay you ready to go?" Barry said as he walked back into the living room.

"Yep, let's go."

Barry drove them down to Starling City. He and Iris sang along to the radio. They slipped into that level of comfort that they only ever achieved when it was just the two of them being themselves.

They arrived at the club and would have had to wait in a long line but Barry had some good friends in Starling.

"Hey kid." A familiar voice said from next to him.

"Oh my gosh. You, you're Oliver Queen!" Iris said.

"Yep." Oliver replied simply. "Come on kid. You probably shouldn't be out in the cold."

"Are you serious?" Barry asked.

"Yeah."

Oliver started walking away, then he turned and beckoned to them. "Come on. I don't bite."

Barry started walking toward him, but Iris grabbed his arm.

"Is Oliver Queen really helping us line jump at a club?"

"Yeah, come on." Barry replied and they caught up with Oliver and walked right up to the front of the line.

"Thea's got you on door duty?" Oliver laughed at the boy in the red sweatshirt.

"Trevor's sick. I volunteered to work the door." The boy replied. "And I'm trying to get her to like me again."

"Didn't need the last part, Roy. I'll talk to you later." Oliver walked through the door and Barry and Iris followed.

They walked up to the main bar.

The bartender looked up at them. "Hey Ollie," The girl said as Oliver kissed her cheek. "Laurel joined the party since I called you. I didn't even give her anything alcoholic."

"Where are they, Speedy?" Oliver asked wincing.

'Speedy' pointed to the corner of the club where Barry saw Felicity and another girl "dancing" obviously drunk. Barry started laughing and Iris followed his gaze.

"Is that Felicity?" Iris asked.

"Yes, yes it is."

"If she got that drunk tonight, we are getting wasted, and you don't even get a say in this. I will seriously drug you."

You can certainly try. He thought to himself as he watched Oliver catch Felicity when she started to fall over. He tossed a girl over each shoulder and walked toward the door. If she gets that drunk, tonight might get very interesting.

The bartender turned to Barry and Iris. "Am I going to have to keep my brother on standby for you guys, too?"

"We should be good, I hold my liquor pretty well." Too well. Barry thought.

"Ok."

Iris was true to her word, she got as drunk as Felicity, and then she had a few drinks more.

"Ok, maybe it's time to get you home, Iris."

"No, you're not drunk yet. I'm keeping you home this weekend even if it involves giving you a hangover." Iris slurred her words and sounded like she was barely talking at all.

"I will spend the whole weekend with you if you want, but someone has to be able to drive us home. I'm a little afraid of Oliver coming to pick us up."

Ok, fine but . . ." Iris passed out in the middle of her sentence.

Barry picked her up bridal style and carried her to her car. It seemed odd to him how normal it felt to carry her now. He had done it so many times as the Flash. Barry quickly learned that it was easier to put her down on her feet while she was conscious, than to put her into a car while she was unconscious. He must have banged her head on the side of the car at least three times, but soon enough she was buckled in, and Barry was driving back home.

Getting her put of the car was much easier than getting her in. He carried her into her house and up to her bedroom. He took her shoes off and gently placed her into her bed. He sat there and watched her peaceful form and worried about how much worse of a headache she would have tomorrow because of him.

"Iris? Are you still asleep?" He was met with silence.

"There are so many things that I wish I could tell you. I listen to you talk about the Flash and there have been times that I have come so close to telling you that it's me, but I just can't do it. It would put you in even more danger than your blog does. But that's not it. I- I love you Iris. Not just as a friend or a sibling. I love you. I don't really have a reasonable excuse for that one. I've always just been afraid to tell you. I've been afraid that it would change everything. That it would ruin our friendship. I can't risk losing you, Iris. I just can't."

"Too much for a drunk girl to take in Barry." Barry's head shot straight up.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"You are the Flash, you are in love with me, and you are in trouble, possibly even dead."

"I'm sorry Iris. I really did want to tell you, but, but it was too dangerous and too daunting, and-"

"Barry, there is nothing you could do to ruin our relationship." Iris sat up, but she still looked dizzy. "Not even this." She leaned into him and their lips met.

The kiss was short and sweet.

"You should get some actual sleep now, Iris."

"You too bear. Let's see if I can wake up in the morning."

"It is morning."

"I hate smart people!" Iris shouted as she turned into her pillow.

Barry kissed her on her forehead and left.

Joe was going to kill him. Or congratulate him, but most likely kill him.