Enjoltaire One Shots

Supply Closet

Èponine and Combeferre pulled Grantaire away from Enjolras, Courfeyrac was struggling to hold Enjolras back. It was the third time that evening that Enjolras and Grantaire had argued and it was clearly annoying everyone. Courfeyrac looked at Èponine and Èponine looked at Combeferre, they had been devising the plan for weeks and everyone, except for Enjolras and Grantaire, knew what was going to happen and what each of them individually needed to do.

"I think everyone just needs to calm down." Jehan said, giving Feuilly his queue.

"I agree with, Jehan. We should take five minuets just to calm down. Enjolras, you will not say anything attacking Grantaire. Grantaire you will not provoke him." Feuilly said.

Everyone nodded in agreement, as they were supposed to do. Courfeyrac led Enjolras towards one of the supply closets in the Musian and Èponine, with the assistance of Combeferre, led Grantaire to the same place. Courfeyrac held two thumbs up and Èponine locked the door when Grantaire was inside.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Enjolras bellowed.

Grantaire just sighed and sat on a box.

"We are not letting you out, until you talk and make ou- I mean up. Make up." Courfeyrac said.

"What? Why?" Enjolras asked and nobody replied.

Grantaire didn't speak and Enjolras didn't either. Enjolras tried everything to unlock the door, but nothing would work and there were no windows to climb out of.

"Is there any wine in here?" Grantaire asked, more to himself than anything else.

"We are stuck in a supply closet and all you can think of is alcohol?" Enjolras asked.

"Some of us, dear Apollo, have to find a way to cope with things." Grantaire replied and in that moment he wished he hadn't.

"What do you mean, Grantaire?"

"Okay one, please don't call me that and two, it is none of your business, Apollo."

"One, only if you, stop calling me, Apollo and two, you mentioned it to me, so it is my business. I doubt they'll be letting us out any time soon, so spill."

"Parent problems, love problems. I don't think that sums it up, but it's close enough." Grantaire said.

Enjolras rolled his eyes.

"Not helpful, Grantaire."

Grantaire didn't say anything, instead he broke down in tears. The one person whom had kept him alive, was now asking to tell him about his own problems, Grantaire had no idea what to feel.

Enjolras didn't know what to do when Grantaire started to cry, he relied on his impulses.

"S'okay, 'Taire. It's okay." Enjolras said and engulfed the other man into a hug.

On the other side of the door the rest of the Les Amis were listening in on the conversation, Èponine was suddenly reconsidering keeping this up as Grantaire was now crying and she didn't want her friend to feel upset, especially if it was directed at her.

*In the closet.*

"My mother, died when I was young and my father turned to drinking and then he s-s-started to well um hit me and I'm going t-t-t-to turn out just like him." Grantaire sobbed.

"Shh, R, you're not going to turn out like him. I swear. Anyway, my father did the same thing to me, when.... never mind. What matters is-"

"What happened?" Grantaire said, cutting Enjolras off.

Enjolras sighed. "When I told him I was gay." Grantaire couldn't believe his ears, his beloved Apollo, was gay? Was he dreaming?

"What matters" Enjolras continued. "Is that you are five times the man your father was, just by sharing your problems." Enjolras' voice lowered and Enjolras leant forward and kissed Grantaire, it was sweet and soft.

When they pulled apart, Grantaire smiled at Enjolras and said, "What does this make us?"

Enjolras smiled back and replied with, "Whatever you want us to be, oh and you guys can step away and unlock the door know."

When the door was unlocked, Grantaire walked out and death glared everybody, especially Èponine and Combeferre.

"Just for your information, I hate you both."