Warnings: Language, drunkenness
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Les Miserables, I merely put them together.
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CHAPTER 2: RED AND BLACK/DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING:
Nick was ready to smash his head against the wall. The other students were frustratingly uncooperative and Blaine was late. He had managed to get Trent, Jeff and David to sit down around a table but the other patrons of the Café Dalton were loud and coupled with Jeff's drunkenness, didn't make settling logistics any easier.
"Alright, Trent, where do the other groups stand?" Nick asked as he ran a hand through his hair.
"The groups at Notre Dame are ready to fight but the section at rue de Bac are struggling."
"How can they be struggling? Everyone is helping! Paris has come to our side, gentlemen!" David exclaimed.
"We'll never have enough people or provisions," Nick murmured in resignation. "The army is stronger in force but we have the upper hand in reason. The time grows nearer with every breath we take. But we need something… Something to pull us all together. A symbol, a banner for us to fly under."
"How about-"
"Well, if it isn't the great Monsieur Anderson!" Jeff exclaimed with a sloppy laugh. Blaine ignored him and took the seat at Nick's right.
"I told you not to be late," Nick growled as he sifted through the maps sprawled across the table.
"I was distracted," Blaine murmured before he sighed softly.
"You look like you've seen a terrible crime being committed," David said as he leaned back in his chair.
"I have," Blaine said. His eyes were glazed over with a memory as he propped his head up on his hand. "My love was taken away from me before I could even tell him my name."
"What's this? The Great Anderson is in love! Alert the printers, we have to inform the rest of the world of this great travesty! This is better than any pathetic opera I've ever heard of," Jeff laughed loudly and playfully shoved Blaine's shoulder. The shorter man turned a glare to the drunkard but Nick interrupted their bickering.
"We don't have time to act like children. We have an uprising to plan," Nick spat. "If we don't fight we might even lose the right to go and see those pathetic operas or fall in love with strangers in the square."
"Nick, we're-"
The man shook his head before he got up and stood on his chair, turning to address the entire café. "The time has come for us all to make a choice. This isn't just some game anymore – this is a matter of life or death. And I propose that when the time comes, we fight under the colours red and black."
The café erupted in cheers and Nick jumped down with a broad grin. Blaine stood and followed his friend as he approached the bar where he poured himself a drink.
"You just don't get it do you? Kurt could be the one!"
"The one what? The one that pulls you away from a cause you've devoted the last six months of your life to?" Nick looked to Blaine seriously. "I wasn't saying it for show, Blaine. We all have to make a choice – the revolution or your old life. Because once this starts, we can't go back."
"But I'm in love, Nick! How do you expect me to just brush this aside? I can't choose between the two biggest things in my life!"
"Oh please, Blaine, you met him this morning. He doesn't even know your name," Nick rolled his eyes and turned away. "Besides, if we win this fight and overthrow the king, no one is going to care that you fell in love in the days before the greatest part of the French Revolution!"
Blaine didn't bother trying to fight with Nick anymore, simply sitting back at the table and watching as his friend tried to coordinate the group of revolutionaries.
"Trent, have we found any more guns?"
"I'll go and check."
"David, any news from the other posts?"
"St Antoine are with us and in Notre Dame they are tearing up the stones of the streets."
"Jeff, put that bottle down or so help me!"
"Why? I could breathe them all to death with how much I've drunk today!"
Jeff's raucous laughter was loud and made Blaine grimace before he spied Thad running in with a horrified expression on his face. Thad spotted Blaine, running over before Nick joined them.
"What is it, Thad? What's happened?"
"General Montgomery is dead," Thad said quickly. Nick and Blaine spared the other a dismayed glance before Nick turned to the crowd.
"Listen everybody! Thad has news from General Montgomery!" Nick shouted, effectively quietening everyone who turned to face Thad.
"Wes is gone, he's dead…" Thad said sadly.
"What do we do then? Did he give us orders?" Trent asked worriedly.
"Wes Montgomery's death will not slow us," Nick murmured before he climbed back onto the chair he had spoken from before. "We will take this as a sign; we will fight in his name! Tomorrow night, the revolution begins!"
The café erupted once again in cheers but as people clapped him on the shoulder, Blaine found that his mind was elsewhere. How was he supposed to fight when his only thoughts were for his mysterious Kurt?
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A/N: And the revolution begins… What will Blaine choose? Has Sebastian found Kurt for him? So many mysterious questions that would be far more mysterious if this wasn't based off of something that's been in existence for more than a century :p I hope you're enjoying this, please let me know what you're thinking, I live for feedback. Thanks for reading –Frankie xoxo