A single spark (Modern Enjoltaire AU)

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Grantaire walked into the room, gulping when everyone turned to face him. "I got lost," he muttered and sat down, staring at his lap.

"Anyways. . . Why are you here?" The man asked and Grantaire shrugged. "I was invited and I heard there would be drinks," Grantaire said and Enjolras nodded.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Well you all- or most- know the reason why we're here. Statistically, in a school of almost one thousand, there should be about three hundred LGBT+ students. (I totally made this up, I couldn't find the statistics) So, out of those, homosexuals will make up roughly thirty percent, non-binarys will make about twenty five percent, pansexuals, demisexuals, sapiosexuals, etcetera, will make thirty percent, and transgenders make up the last fifteen percent. Most transgenders aren't even out yet. Our modern society has finally started to accept gays because same-sex marriage is being legalized. Since they can't hate them with good reason they've moved on to their next victims: transgenders. Most homophobes have no idea that there are more than just two genders and sexualities which is why they don't usually pick on the others as much or as roughly. We are going to try to help transgender students and adults becomes accepted, and it's not only us! There are a shit ton of people around the world fighting for equal rights, and we need to fight with them!"

Grantaire had decided that this man was very passionate and very attractive. Whether or not he was attracted to somebody, he could tell if they were pleasing to the eye and this man was. He had long, curly hair, not the out of control curly but the loose curls that lightly bounced when he moved his head. His bright our eyes twinkled, his facial features were all pleasing: jawline, cheekbones, nose, eyebrows, the length from his hairline to his eyebrows; he was perfection.

The meeting ended while Grantaire was lost in his thoughts, and e was only snapped violently out of them as someone loudly coughed, attempting to get his attention. "What's your name?" The man asked and Grantaire bit his lip, trying to find words.

"My friends call me Grantaire. Or they would, if I really had friends. . . Yours?" Grantaire asked.

"Enjolras," the man stuck his hand out and Grantaire reached out to shake it, gasping when Enjolras pulled him to his feet.

"You're tall," Grantaire grumbled when he realized he only reached Enjolras's collarbone.

"Or maybe you're short," Enjolras retorted and Grantaire stuck his tongue out at Enjolras.

"So, you were very passionate during the whole equal rights speech, maybe even too passionate," Grantaire said and Enjolras shrugged.

"I new a girl who was transgender and was viciously attacked by a group of other students. They left her to bleed it on the school parking lot and the school board did nothing to help her," Enjolras spat and Grantaire nodded.

"Well that sucks."

"Yeah, it kind of does," Enjolras muttered and Grantaire sighed.

Enjolras kicked the ground awkwardly, clearing his throat. "So, are you- sexuality?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire shrugged.

"I don't know, I haven't been attracted to anyone before. . ." Grantaire explained quietly. Enjolras nodded and glanced at the wall.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked and Grantaire hesitated before shaking his head.

"I can walk, it's fine."

"Let me drive you home. Please, I insist," Enjolras pushed and Grantaire sighed.

"Fine."

***

Grantaire leaned his head against the window, casually looking at Enjolras. Enjolras had the music playing quietly, humming along. He was so quiet Grantaire couldn't tell if he had a good voice or not. "Turn right," he murmured and Enjolras obliged, slowly driving down the street.

"See you next meeting?" Enjolras asked hopefully and Grantaire smiled softly.

"My house his here. Thanks for the ride," Grantaire said and stepped out of the car, walking to the door.

Enjolras sighed softly and drove off, turning the radio off.

He parked in the driveway and walked to the door, opening it and walking inside.

"Enjolras! You're later than usual!" His mom exclaimed and he nodded.

"I gave someone a ride home because they didn't want to walk. What's for dinner?" He asked and she sighed.

"Your father and I are planning on going out to eat since it's our anniversary. . ." She trailed of and Enjolras nodded.

"Happy anniversary? Could I order pizza or something?" He asked and she laughed.

"It's got cheese, Enj," she stated and he rolled his eyes.

"I know. It was just a question to know if I was allowed to go get food at some point," he said and she nodded.

"Don't throw any parties. Love you," she kissed him on the cheek and he hugged her.

"Love you, too, mom. Thanks," he said and went up to his room, quietly shutting the door.

He flopped onto his bed and dialed a phone number, putting his phone by his ear. "H-hi," Joly answered and Enjolras smiled.

"Hey. Can I hang out at your house? My parents are leaving for their anniversary and I can't throw any parties here. . ." Enjolras mumbled.

"Y-yeah! W-we were planning on c-calling you, do you h-have Grantaire's n-number?" Joly stammered.

"No. Why?"

"W-we were g-going to c-call him."

"Courf and Ferre would have his number, I think. I'll be over in a bit," Enjolras said and hung up.

"I'm going to the store!" He yelled, in case his parents were still home, and walked out the door.

***

Grantaire slowly walked down the isle, trailing his finger across the items. He stared at his feet as he walked, humming softly and unaware of anything happening around him.

He heard a loud grunt followed by a thud and looked down, gasping when he saw a familiar person on the ground.

"Did I run into you?" He asked as he helped the person up.

"A bit, yeah- hey! Grantaire, right?" He asked and Grantaire nodded.

"Yeah. . . Enjolras?" Grantaire asked slowly and Enjolras nodded.

"I was about to head over to Joly's, thy said they were going to call you but didn't know your number, did you want to come?" Enjolras asked and Grantaire shrugged.

"I don't want to be a burden. Besides, I need to grab some things for my mom," he muttered and Enjolras nodded.

"I mean, I could give you their address and you could come after," Enjolras suggested and Grantaire shrugged.

"I guess. How far away is it?"

"A few blocks."

"No, that's too far for me to go tonight. My dad has the car for the week, so," Grantaire stated and Enjolras nodded.

"I can give you a ride. Just get the stuff and I'll drive you to your house and to Joly's."

Grantaire obliged and grabbed two bottles of wine. "Fine. But don't ask any questions."