run that by me again? (no pun intended)

He’s not surprised at all that the first thing he’s asked is about that phone call.  Wasn’t the best way to bring it up, he supposed, but better than blind-sighting the guy is what Barry had been going for.  He takes the seat offered to him and nods, taps his fingers on the counter a few times before realizing how annoying that would get and folding his arms on the bar instead.

“Yeah, yeah that was.. Probably the weirdest way I could have started- um..  Here’s the thing?  I was a complete dickhead in high school.  And I lied, a lot uh..  My name’s not Sebastian.  It’s Barry Allen.” he pauses, casting a cautious glance to his old friend.  “I was staying with my foster dad’s relatives because I was getting attitude problems and being bullied pretty bad and they offered to send me to Dalton and then when I got there I didn’t want to be me and I was trying to joke about who I was but then the guys I met believed me and I realized I liked Sebastian way more than Barry and everyone else did too, so…  I just kept piling it on.  And I was so angry all the time- god it was just– I made my own life really hard and was doing bad things because I felt bad which is never okay so– I just wanted to explain all of that so maybe you don’t think I’m completely wasting your time.”

Golden hazel eyes narrowed thoughtfully.  Blaine wasn’t far enough into his drink to have his common sense dampened in any way.  Sebastian Smythe was nervous?  That was new.  From what Blaine remembered–Sebastian was always anything but nervous.  Except the few times he caught that facade slipping when they were in highschool and it boggled Blaine’s mind to watch the normally oh-so-confident boy’s demeanor break when he did the dumbest things. Like getting visibly caught up in the things Sebastian was saying to him.  Or the way he made him feel like he was the only person on the planet that couldn’t formulate a sentence right and Sebastian ate up every twitch and blush and gasp for air until–well Sebastian did it a few times back before righting his posture and plastering on that charming grin. Then tossed something so far off the wall at him Blaine ended up without a chance to question what he just saw.

Turns out?  The only thing in the span on a few sentences wasn’t about to change was that power..  Right as Blaine was about to ask what was going on–Barry hit him with.. “I.. What,” dark eyebrows pushed together and he did a sort of double take with a disbelieving grin that said Blaine was waiting for some punchline.  And it wasn’t going to come.  Was it?  Nope. He listened further–gaze locked dead on Seb–Barry’s.  “You..  How?  You’re not kidding me. Are you?  This is real.  You’re really telling me..,” he palmed his mouth because it wasn’t working. “You really did that?  Sebastian..wasn’t real?”