Okay so originally I was going to write E/R but I was like lol no

So have some CourfeyracxCombeferre fluffiness

Night was a good time for Combeferre. He was able to come home from his work at the computer programming place, relax, and read over his collection of novels.

However, Courfeyrac had a different plan.

The two lived together. It was only natural, since they were in a romantic relationship. They owned a small apartment, just a block away from the Cafe of which they met at, and only three blocks from Combeferre's work. Courfeyrac's college was five blocks away. It was quite spacious really, sparsely decorated except for a few paintings here and there, a few vases and knick knacks. This was where the Les Amis mostly hung out for parties, due to the space. It was unnecessary to have so much room for two people, but they enjoyed the space.

Combeferre and Courfeyrac shared a room. Then there was the kitchen, living room, two offices (one was Combeferre's), two bathrooms, and a guest room. They enjoyed their home, finding it to be welcoming and enjoyable.

They were an odd couple. Neither really had much in common with the other. Courfeyrac was prone to being sleazy (before Combeferre of course), a bit of a drinker (only when Grantaire was around or when there was a party), a social smoker, and he was a rebel. He was a party guy, through and through.

Combeferre was a serious, hard worker. He didn't really laugh much or even speak much in the social way. Though he was quite witty and when he wanted to, he could bust jokes like the rest of the men.

It was strange how these two got together. The serious, hard-worker and the sleazy, party boy.

It had surely baffled Enjolras.

Enjolras, the blonde leader whom claimed the title as Combeferre's best friend. He thought he had known the most about the bespectacled man, but it turned out he was wrong. Entirely wrong.

The two would occassionally steal kisses, but not that often. They would hold hands, but underneath the table. Sometimes they wouldn't even talk to each other during the meeting. Of course, Courf knew that Combeferre wasn't an overly affectionate guy. He could accept that. He did accept that. He wanted this to work.

Combeferre had gotten off work, heading home to the apartment he called home. Upon entering his abode, he took from his bag a book on some big Revolutionary that he had borrowed from Enjolras. Curling up in his seat, he began to read.

Shortly after his arrival, Courfeyrac came bustling to the door, making a loud ruckus. A vein near Combeferre's eye twitched with slight annoyance. The door swung open to a man with a mop of wavy black hair.

"Ferre! Ferre, look!" He held out a box. And the box was mewing.

"Courfeyrac you didn't-"

"Oh Ferre, I couldn't leave them in the rain!" He set the cardboard box on the coffee table. A white kitten poked her head up.

"Look at their faces..." Combeferre rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

"Can we take care of them?"

"..."

"Well can we?"

"Courfeyrac, if you want to keep a kitten, let me do my reading." He huffed. But the white kitten had jumped out and crawled right up Combeferre's lap. With a blink, he sighed and slowly nodded. "Fine. Only this one."

Courfeyrac fistpumped. "Yessssss-"

"You just gotta make it up to me." And he left, taking the kitten into the office with him.