Courf felt bad for what he did. He left a freaking letter for Jehan. How lame was that? He didn't have the guts to- well he knew that whatever he would do Jehan would be upset with. Like if he barged into Jehan's apartment and told him he loved him. But he also knew that even if Jehan would love that, he wouldn't be able to do it in a million years. At least with the letter, he gave Jehan options to think over. He'd probably say no, though. He probably didn't even read it. He probably saw it was from him and threw it across the room. Courf put his head in his hands. What had he done?
No, he had to go to Jehan's. He might just wait outside the building for hours, not having the guts to open the door to the building. But he left anyway. He reached Jehan's house fifteen minutes later. Surprisingly, he went directly up to Jehan's level and knocked on the door in less than a minute. He didn't hesitate whatsoever. He liked that. He was waiting for a minute for the door to open, but then he saw the envelope. It had been opened, but the letter was still inside it. Courfeyrac hoped that maybe Jehan had responded and left it there for him, but when he check there was only the original letter. He didn't trash it, though, which was a good thing.
Courf decided to return home. Jehan was probably in the back, crying about the letter. He probably didn't hear the knocks at the door.
Courf drove home to see a familiar bright red car outside of his building. Luckily, he had just been pulling into a parking spot when he noticed it. Otherwise, he would've gotten into a crash.
He rushed out of the car. As he came closer to it, though, he saw someone in the front seat. He was curled up. Oh, gosh, Jehan. He ran toward the car. Jehan's window was half way open. Jehan didn't even notice Courf standing at the window.
"Hey, hey," Courfeyrac said, putting his hands through the window and holding Jehan's face. Jehan recognized the voice immediately and didn't recoil to someone reaching inside his car.
"Courf?" He choked out.
He nodded. The door was thrown open (neither remembers which of them did it, it just happened), and the two were hugging. Each was glad to see the other after so long apart. They pulled away from the hug and Courfeyrac stared at Jehan's lips. They were perfect, and he wanted to lean forward and kiss them. But he didn't know how Jehan felt yet. He might just want to stay friends. Friends.
Jehan did want to kiss Courfeyrac, but he knew he couldn't. He wasn't brave enough. He was the quiet, emotional poet who sat in the back of the cafe and liked flowers. He could never kiss Courfeyrac.
Yet, before he knew what was happening, Jehan was leaning in towards Courf. HE was leaning in. He paused a centimeter in front of Courf's face and smiled. The two kissed. It was beautiful. They pulled apart, remembering that they were still outside and it was freezing. They locked Jehan's car and ran inside to Courf's apartment.
A month later, almost everyone in the Les Amis was happily paired up. Enjolras was giving some speech to the group about an upcoming rally. Grantaire was sitting next to him, holding his hand. Eponine and Combeferre were cuddling on the cafe's couch and sharing a hot cocoa. Jehan and Courf were sharing an armchair and whispering to each other (as usual), Marius and Cosette were listening intently to Enjolras, but they both knew that the second he stopped talking they'd start kissing. Joly, Bosseut, and Musichetta were all sitting next to each other, holding hands.
Everyone was happy. Everyone was with who they loved and who they were meant to be with.
