Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis, yadda yadda yadda. You guys know the drill by now.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY GUYS! I know this has taken FOREVER to reply too. Two years in fact... oops. I am so sorry. I have about a million excuses but to be honest none of them are even worthy of this. All I can do is apologise and hope you'll forgive me? I'll to start writing more and getting chapters up on a more regular basis, but I am in Uni now with a job on the side-lines. So studies and money will come first xD But I am finish soon and then it'll be chapters all around! YAY! Anyway, here is the long awaited next chapter. It is likely that the rating will change soon... not sure when, but it's likely. Hehe ;)

Courf's POV

A few days later and Courf still hadn't gotten any more information about the poet's potential love interest. From what he had read, it had to be someone that Jehan saw everyday… how else would he be able to describe them? Well… that was one of the things that was annoying Courf. Yes the mystery person was being described, but not in looks. It was personality and the little things that they apparently did that apparently nobody else noticed apart from Jehan. Courf made yet another mental note to watch out for the other Amis and work out who it was. It had to be one of them. It couldn't be him that was impossible! But what if it was? That one thought was enough to make Courf's chest twang slightly. What if it was and Jehan had watched all the times that he had wooed a girl or flirted with them. Courf had never really flirted with Jehan, how could he? Jehan could take it wrongly and never speak to him again. He was innocent in all of this, too innocent to be dirtily be flirted with and then cast aside as some unwanted item. Nobody would do that to the sweet poet. The sweet poet that had been walking around his flat in nothing but a towel a couple of days ago because he forgot to take clothes into the shower with him. Courf had needed a cold shower himself after witnessing that.

No, no, no, no. Stop thinking like that Courfeyrac! He is your sweet, innocent, flower loving and talented little poet. Not someone to just shag and move on from. Not that you'd do that… one shag wouldn't be enough not with him. You could teach him so much, Courf… he'd be your little student. Your sweet little, adorable, sexy student - Courf heard someone clearing their throat behind him, which was when he became painfully aware of the throbbing in his trousers. Shaking his thoughts from his head he subtly cross his legs over and shifted uncomfortably, looking over at the person who had cleared their throat. Enjolras. He had been talking about his rebellion again, Yes… the rebellion… freedom. Yay! Freedom… I need another cold shower.

"As I was saying…." Enjolras raised an eyebrow at his fellow Amis before returning to his briefing. To Courf and the rest of the Amis, it was the same briefing over and over again. Soon though… there was something that they could see in Enjolras' eyes that could tell this rebellion might actually become real soon. That glint of fear and excitement. It was enough to make the majority of the Amis listen. Well… all except Marius, who was still pining over his lady love, Grantaire, who was looking lovingly at Enjolras, Courf, who was naturally thinking about the poet, and Jehan… who was writing. People generally knew when not to disturb the poet… he had been writing non-stop for the past ten minutes without even once looking up to acknowledge the rest of the group.

He's writing about /him/ again… who is he? Courf frowned at his thoughts slightly, getting an odd look from Grantaire who looked between the two. From Courf staring over at the poet and the poet scribbling away.

"Cheer up Courf, might never happen." Grantaire chuckled, gaining the other's attention quickly and also noticing the distinct look of a blush on Courf's face at being caught staring at someone he shouldn't.

"Shut up, Grantaire…" Courf grumbled, looking at the drink in his hands.

"Ooo, someone has a stick up their arse tonight. What's wrong?" Grantaire cooed, getting a laugh from some of the others. Jehan was blissfully unaware of the conversation that was unfolding right there in front of him.

"Don't you ever wonder who Jehan has a crush on?" Courf asked with a shrug, acting as if he didn't care at all. They all knew that they could talk about Jehan when he was writing, the building could be on fire and the poet would never notice. Courf often wondered why the little man was involved in the rebellion… surely he could be hurt? Or worse…

"Jealous are we, Courf?" Grantaire laughed again, getting a glare from Courf in response.

"No, I am not jealous. But aren't you curious? He never mentions who the subject of all his poems are and it's painfully obvious that it is someone he knows." Courf added, unaware of the looks between the rest of the Amis. He really was clueless.

"What if it's Enjolras? Someone might be stealing your man, Grantaire!" Feuilly commented loudly, getting a laugh from everyone but Grantaire – even Enjolras smirked at the comment slightly. Of course it'd never happen and everyone knew who Jehan was really writing about. They two of the were practically blind to the attraction between eachother, multiple times had everyone wanted to shout 'Get a room already' whenever they were making looks at one another.

"Nevermind, you lot are useless." Courf grumbled, pushing up off the chair and leaving for the night. It was late anyway and he wasn't in the mood to listen to Enjolras' rant about being focused and not getting involved with romance, there wasn't time for love etc etc. They had all heard it before and Courf didn't want to hear it again. Not with the way he was feeling... he felt weird. Yes, he had always felt protective over Jehan… but this was different. He was jealous. There was no denying it… Courfeyrac… womaniser of the group was jealous.

Les Amis POV

They watched as Courf disappeared down the stairs and inevitably out into the street. This was getting painful now. They all knew who the subject of the poet's poems were. It was clearly Courf but they had all sworn to one another to let the pair work it out for themselves. They shouldn't need to be told by anyone what was really going on… otherwise they likely wouldn't believe one another and as much as the two making goo-goo eyes at eachother annoyed them all, they were part of the Amis family. They cared for them. Which is why they all knew, without even saying anything that they needed to do something. They needed to sort this out and soon, before it was too late and the rebellion potentially took more than just their freedom. They continued talking and planning their rebellion until Jehan decided to rejoin the world, immediately noticing that a vital member was missing and just then 'remembering' that he needed to do something. Everyone watched as the poet quickly left before all simultaneously letting out a sigh.

"They're as bad as Enjolras if he hasn't seen Grantaire for a couple of days." Combeferre commented, sitting down at the table, getting a nod and a murmur of agreement, and a glare from Enjolras. "Or as bad as Marius whenever the subject of Cosette is brought up…" He added, an instantly noting the small sigh coming from Marius.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you are right," Enjolras started, everyone looking at him in slight surprise, "we do need to do something about those two…" he continued before noting the shocked looks and decided to quickly cover his sudden appearance of emapathy, "they're disrupting meetings, turning up late if they turn up at all and the lovey-dovey eyes are starting to annoy me. That's all" He said quickly frowning and crossing his arms in defence.

"He's right. We need to do something… agreed? We get those two together as quickly as possible… or so help us all." Grantaire added, finish his wine as the rest of them nodded and murmured in response. "God help us all." He added again to himself, looking at the empty bottle of wine, ignoring the look of concern coming from Enjolras.

Voila!

As I said, new chapter will hopefully be soon. Review etc...

I hope this was worth the wait!