Barry's POV
I found Leonard sitting at the end of the bar alone. I swallowed nervously and walked towards him, noting that he was deep in thought about something. In fact he was so deep in thought that he didn't notice me sit down beside him.

He slowly looked up at me and smirked. "What brings you to Scandals?"

I shook my head, sighing. "No reason. I just really needed to get away." I pause briefly before adding, "From everything."

"So you came to me?" Snart smiled genuinely at me. "I'm flattered. Perhaps a drink?"

I nod, silently contemplating whether or not I should tell him about Wells. He'd probably freak and want to kill him but I didn't want to keep this from him. So I made the decision to tell him. But it wasn't going to be right now.

Len orders me a beer and hands it to me. After the bartender slid it down to him. I drank the bottle within a couple seconds and Len frowns but orders another. I down that one too and he tells me to take it easy.

I order myself a cup of vodka and I drank half of it before Len took it from me. I reach for it trying to take it back but he kept it out of my reach.

"Okay what is up with you? You come to Scandals and say you had to get away from things but you're trying to get drunk."

"Nothing's wrong." I say. "And besides I can't get drunk."

"Nothing's wrong." Len scoffed. "Barry I wasn't born yesterday. What's going on?"

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair before passing them over my face. "Wells kissed me and I didn't want to be."

Snart was quiet for the longest time and I wondered if he was angry with me. But then he sighs and looks down at the cup of vodka in his hands. He drinks the rest of it and orders another before turning to me. He shook his head and slams a hand down on the bar, gritting his teeth.

"I want to kill him." Len growls.

I inhaled deeply and said, "Please don't do anything stupid. I only came to you because I..I trust you Len. A lot."

Len nods once but I knew he didn't like the fact that he couldn't kill Wells. "Fine. Let's go back to my place. You look tired."

"Okay. I feel tired." I say and follow Len outside and to his motorcycle. I knew that this might be a bad idea but I trusted Len with my life. If Joe or anyone else found out about this I was screwed. We both were.