so, here is another story idea I had. I may or may not continue it, but I find it really hard to keep my stories updated so I'm sorry if I disappoint any of you! :)

"This is it! This is our chance! On Lemarque's funeral day we will start the revolution!"

Cheers and shouts rang around the ABC Cafe. This was an opportunity that they had been waiting for for a long time. Months they had spent getting supplies so they could fight back. They were now fully prepared and ready at any moment. They just needed the right opportunity.

"I advise you to all get a good night's sleep, my friends. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us. We will rise and fight for those who have been oppressed all these years and we will make this country great again!"

Everyone toasted to the revolution. Grantaire joined in, even though he wasn't there for the same reason. He liked to pretend he was, but inside he knew he was only there for him. Enjolras. The man he loved. But he knew those feelings would never be returned to him. He loved Enjolras more than he did anyone else. He had tried relationships with women before, but he just didn't feel the same around them. Enjolras would never love anyone back, especially not him. He was a man, and even if they were in love with each other, it was forbidden. Although revolting against the government is treason so either way there would be trouble. Grantaire decided tonight would be the night. He would let Enjolras know about how he felt. Tomorrow they could both very well be dead, and he may spend the rest of his after life regretting not telling Enjolras how he felt about him. He didn't know if the wine was going to his brain or if it was the thought of death tomorrow, but as soon as he saw Enjolras getting ready to leave he ran over to him.

"Grantaire put that bottle down! I don't need any hungover people tomorrow! I need everyone to be as sober as possible!"

Grantaire started panicking; he didn't really know what to say now he was here, but he still wanted to talk. He started swaying as his head started getting lighter. His skin turned pale and he could feel the bile rising up in his throat. "I'm gonna be..."

Enjolras was quick to move. He grabbed a bucket and held it so all the vomit landed inside it. Grantaire mumbled a thanks. His heart rate was beating so fast it felt like it was going to aggressively burst through his chest. "Oh dear, I think you've had enough to drink. I'm walking you home."

On any other day, Grantaire would have protested and would have stayed for another drink, but this would be the last time he an Enjolras would be able to have a talk alone until they'd won. He allowed Enjolras to put an arm around him to support him and escort him out of the cafe. Grantaire was focused on walking and how he should start up the conversation now. He was so scared to bring it up that he didn't realize him and Enjolras walked to his home in silence.

"This is yours, isn't it? Will you be okay?"

"I think so, the sickness has worn off a little now."

"Get some sleep Grantaire." Enjolras commanded, but he had a soft smile on his face that melted Grantaire's heart. Which reminded him..

"Enjolras, please...ermm..."

Enjolras was slightly confused with what was going on now. Was Grantaire really fine? He still looked very pale. Maybe it might be best if he didn't join them on the first day and he joined the revolution at a later date. Enjolras was about to suggest this when Grantaire said, "can you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone, you know, incase I choke on my own vomit..."

Enjolras chuckled slightly, "Oh Grantaire, if you would feel better I will."

Grantaire felt nervous. He had to say something tonight. He knew what would calm his nerves. He went straight to the wine cupboard before Enjolras grabbed his wrist.

"Oh no, I'm taking you straight to bed. You've had enough wine for now."

Enjolras half carried him up the stairs and into his room. He laid him down on the bed and pulled the covers over him.

"Do you have any spare pillows and a blanket? I'll just sleep on the floor next to you."

"Wait! Enjolras! We need to talk!"

Enjolras paused like he was shocked. Grantaire had barely talked since leaving the cafe and now he said he wanted to talk. Something was wrong with him. "Grantaire are you okay?"

Enjolras walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Grantaire sat up and looked him in the eyes. They were filled with a little bit of fear and also concern. "Enjolras..." He said, his eyed beginning to fill up with tears. He took a breath and calmed himself as much as he could. He then began speaking once again. "Enjolras, this is probably something really random and totally bad, but we are about to start a revolution so I think now is a good time to bring it up. I have had these feelings for a while, and I think I love you. I have tried to ignore them, believe me, I have. I have slept with the prettiest women in Paris and I still can't get rid of my feelings for you. I know it is wrong and if we were caught unspeakable things will happen to us, but I just wanted you to know that before we fight..." Grantaire started sobbing. Enjolras was overwhelmed. This was the last thing he had expected Grantaire to say, and he felt awful to have to break his heart.

"Grantaire, I am flattered that you feel that way about me, but I think you are a little confused and overwhelmed and I don't think that now is the best time to talk about it because you have built yourself up to this for a long time obviously and the nerves are getting to you. I need some time to think about this, if that is okay with you? It's a lot to take in and give an answer to now, but I assure you that even if we don't end up that way nothing will change between us, okay? You are still a good friend to me. Don't forget that."

Enjolras gave him a reassuring hug and left the room to get some bedding for him. He honestly didn't know what to do. He told everyone that France was his only love, but he knew that that wasn't true. But could he trust Grantaire with the real reason why he doesn't get romantically involved with other people?