12 Days of Enjoltaire

Day 6: Two years later

           Two years later, Enjolras and Grantaire were still together. They stuck together through every last-minute essay panic and every forgotten open jar of paint. However, they were back at the time for Lamarque's essay and Enjolras had locked himself in his room for three days. Grantaire hadn't been able to come by as he had a midterm project to finish. After he finally turned it in, he made his way over to Enjolras' and Combeferre's new apartment. When he opened the door, he found Combeferre shouting obscenities at the door.

"What did that door do to deserve this?" he teased with a smile. Combeferre turned back at him with a weary look.

"Enjolras hasn't been out of his room during human hours since Wednesday and I am going to kick his ass if he doesn't replace the coffee!" he said, shouting the last part at the door. Grantaire sighed and put his bag on the counter.

"Can I try?" he asked. Combeferre huffed and shrugged.

"Be my guest." Grantaire smiled softly and knocked on Enjolras' door gently.

"Enj? Love? Can I come in?" he called. After a few minutes, a quiet click sounded and Enjolras opened the door. He looked exhausted with dark bags under his eyes and a suspicious red flush on his pale face. Grantaire sighed softly at the sight and pulled him to a hug.

"Did you finish it?" Grantaire asked softly. Enjolras shook his head and pulled back, still looking exhausted and sad.

"I just need to proofread my conclusion and turn it in," he said. Grantaire smiled gently and tucked a blonde curl behind his ear.

"Go do that and I'll get you some human food, okay?" Enjolras nodded and went back into his room. Grantaire smiled and went back into the kitchen.

"How?" Combeferre asked in bewilderment. "Honestly. How?" Grantaire laughed and shifted through the cabinets and found a box of mac and cheese. After him finished, he poured out two bowls and knocked on Enjolras' door again. Enjolras opened it and Grantaire handed him a bowl before leading him to his bed.

"So how are you?" he asked with a small smile as Enjolras started eating. He just shrugged and leaned against Grantaire. When he did, Grantaire flinched slightly and frowned at him.

"Hey, you okay? You feel warm," he noticed and pressed his hand against Enjolras' forehead. "You're burning up Enj. How long have you been sick?"

"I'm not sick," Enjolras protested but sneezed several times into the crook of his elbow.

"Uh huh, yeah 'fine'," he sighed and kissed his forehead before getting up. "Ferre!" He called as he walked of Enjolras' room. "He's sick again. Do you have a thermometer? Or Nyquil?"

Combeferre sighed and gestured to the bathroom. "Third shelf, cabinet." Grantaire gave him a thumbs up as he rifled through the cabinet and grabbed what he needed then went back to Enjolras' room.

"Since the essay is done, you are spending at least the next three days getting better. That'll give until the holiday party so no three am essays or late night tumblr scrolls or anything like that. I'm staying here for the rest of the break, if you're okay with that, and making sure you actually rest. Deal?"

Enjolras gave him a detestful glare but sighed and nodded. "Fine. At least I get to spend time with you," he said with a small smile. Grantaire smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Alright, now please eat something. I don't want to be going to the hospital this year, okay?" Grantaire said with a teasing glare. Enjolras nodded with a smile and ate a bit more of his food.Grantaire couldn't help but laugh softly and ate as well. When they were both done, Grantaire brought the dishes into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. He got back to Enjolras' room and dropped it in Enjolras' lap.

"I know it's like your thing to get dehydrated a lot but not this weekend, okay?" Grantaire teased and Enjolras glared at him.

"It's not "my thing" I just don't care," he shrugged. Grantaire shook his head in exasperation.

"Why do I love you?" he said with a smile. Enjolras just huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Don't tease me, I'm sick," he pouted. Grantaire just laughed and kissed him gently.

"You must be if you're admitting it," he teased but pulled him close and laid down on Enjolras' bed. Enjolras smiled softly and snuggled against his side. Grantaire hummed softly and played with his hair until he felt Enjolras' breath even out and he saw his eyes were closed. He smiled softly and closed his eyes and fell asleep as well.

The next morning, Grantaire woke up to Enjolras' familiar weight on his chest. However, things changed when Enjolras woke himself up by sneezing several times. Grantaire sighed and kissed his cheek softly.

"How're you feeling love?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Enjolras promised as Grantaire felt his forehead for a fever.

"Jeez, that fever is melting your brain," Grantaire teased softly but handed Enjolras the thermometer. Enjolras put it in his mouth without argument and they waited until it beeped.

"102. 87," Grantaire read with a sigh.

"Okay, maybe I'm not fine," Enjolras admitted with a sigh and sniffling slightly.

"Get some rest, ange," Grantaire said, chuckling slightly and laying back down with him.