When Grantaire woke up, he was at first confused to not find Josephine next to him. Then he of course remembered that she had spent the night with Courfeyrac and Gavroche. It was at that moment he became confused as to why Enjolras wasn't beside him.

Had it been a dream? Had he imagined the entire incident?

He was brought out of his thoughts though just as he heard a yelp coming from what sounded like the kitchen area. Grantaire jumped out of the bed and quickly rushed into the room. Not really sure what to expect.

Grantaire was shocked to see Enjolras sucking on his red fingers as Josephine stood on a stool, getting ice out.

"Wait-what-I mean what's-huh?"

"Hi R," said Josephine as she got off the stool as if the entire scene was the most normal thing in the world. "Courfeyrac dropped me off early so I could help Enjolras with breakfast."

"But-that is-what time is it?" Grantaire finally got out, trying to get his head wrapped around all this.

"Nearly ten," replied Enjolras as he folded a cloth around the ice and placed on his hand. "Breakfast is almost ready. I nearly got through it without any incidents."

"I didn't know you even knew what a kitchen was."

"Very funny. I can do simple things but I'm not great."

"Well Josephine helped you out and she learned from Eponine so I'm sure it's great," Grantaire said. "But why didn't you wake me? I could've helped."

"You looked to peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

"Oh, speaking of which," Josephine said, "did you guys do anything?"

"Josephine!" yelled out Grantaire and Enjolras at the same time.

"What? I was just curious."

Enjolras laughed and shook his head. "Josephine you are to young to know all of this."

"I can't help it if I'm knowledgeable."

"Josephine," Grantaire sighed. He tried to think of what else to say but couldn't think of anything so he finally said, "So what did you make?"

"Fruit compote and tartines. And there's coffee of course which is what Enjolras burnt himself on," she said.

"Have you never made coffee before?" asked R.

"No."

"Are you serious? Not even in college or something?"

"I always got it on the way. And on the way to work as well."

Grantaire only smiled and then helped move everything to the little kitchen table and they sat down to eat.

"So are we really moving in with Enjolras?" Josephine then asked as she took a bite.

"Um . . . I don't—"

"The offer certainly still stands," said Enjolras, glancing sidelong at Grantaire.

"If it really is alright—"

"For the last time, I wouldn't be offering if I didn't mean it."

"Yeah Grantaire, listen to what Enjolras has to say," said Josephine.

"Okay, is it me or you who actually wants to move in with Enjolras?" asked Grantaire.

"Hmm, I think both of us pretty equally," replied E, causing Enjolras to laugh.

"So what will it be R? I certainly don't see the point in trying to find another apartment and I have a car so I can always drive E to school and you to work if need be," Enjolras said.

Grantaire bit his lip, clearly unsure about this. He wanted to say yes, right away but he was still uncertain. However, after looking at Enjolras' curious face, with maybe even a bit of hope in it, and Josephine's most certainly hopeful face, he finally said, "Yes."

"Yay!"

"Alright, you can move in as soon as you want," said Enjolras, and there was defiantly a pleased look on his face now.

Grantaire smiled back and they continued their breakfast, talking about nothing much in particular. At around noon time, Enjolras still hadn't left without even realizing he had stayed that long. Eponine then called.

"Hello?"

"Hey Grantaire. So, tell me the details," she said and Grantaire couldn't help but laugh at the sound of her voice.

"There isn't that much to tell. So who told you anyway?"

"Cosette first but Courfeyrac called me a bit later to tell me the exact same thing," she replied and then paused. "And then Jehan called. And Marius. And Joly. And somehow Gavroche got hold of a phone as well."

Grantaire couldn't help but laugh at this. "I wonder why I keep these people as my friends."

"Oh you know you love them," Eponine replied with a laugh. "So come on. Details now."

He glanced over to where Enjolras and Josephine were conversing. He'd moved out of the room just a bit so that they wouldn't have to listen to him talk and talk with Eponine. "There really isn't that much to tell."

"R."

"All we did was have dinner and then he stayed the night."

"Stayed the night? Ooh."

"Hey, nothing happened," Grantaire quickly said, trying very hard not to allow his voice to rise at all. "God, you're worse than Josephine."

"E? Grantaire what have you been teaching that poor child," Eponine quickly chided.

"Nothing!" and at this, Josephine and Enjolras looked over with raised eyebrows. Lowering his voice again, he said, "I have taught her nothing but how to draw hands and faces so do not blame me."

Grantaire could practically see Eponine shake her head at that but she said, "Well still, I'm glad for you. Even if we did have to give you a push."

"Well, there is one more thing that I should probably tell you. You can tell the others if you want."

"You're getting married?"

"Very funny. We've only technically been dating for a day."

"And you've been in love with him for over a decade," replied Eponine with a laugh. "So what's the news?"

"I've found a new apartment to move into. Enjolras'."

"Really? He offered?"

"Yeah. I'll probably fully move in near the end of the month," he replied.

Grantaire could practically hear the smile in her voice as she responded, "I'm happy for you. I really am. Well I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, call or text me soon," he said and hung up.

"So what did Eponine ask to cause you to cry out like that?" asked Enjolras with a small smile.

"Nothing really. She did say she was happy for us though," R replied. "You know, I'm surprised you've stayed so long. It's about time for lunch."

"I'm alright with that. I've had a nice day so far."

"What about work?"

At this moment, Enjolras looked down, a sheepish smile coming across his face. "Actually, I don't have to work on weekends. I just go in for a few extra hours."

"Then all those times you've used work as an excuse for not going out with everyone were lies then?"

"I wouldn't call them lies . . ."

Grantaire laughed and said, "Did you really hate going out with us that much?"

"No I just . . . you know I'm not really one for partying."

"Wait a minute," Josephine suddenly said. "You said you go in for a few extra hours. What do you mean just a few? Do you do anything else?"

"Did I say a few? I didn't mean a few and I meant most of the day."

E opened her mouth to say something but Grantaire kicked her underneath the table. She stayed silent and resisted the urge to say anything else. Even though he was extremely curious, Grantaire also kept his mouth shut. He knew Enjolras wasn't telling him the entire truth but trying to pry it out of him wouldn't work.

Nevertheless, a few moments ago, Enjolras had looked almost embarrassed. R wondered what could possibly cause him to feel that way. Still, he didn't bring it up and at around three o'clock, Enjolras finally said he probably needed to get going.

Despite everything, Grantaire was still surprised by the kiss on the lips that he got. Josephine chuckled at his bashful face.

Everything was going extremely well and after a month had passed, Grantaire finally moved in. There actually wasn't to much seeing as almost all of the furniture was sold. Probably the only thing that ended up filling up the empty spaces in Enjolras' flat were Grantaire's own drawings and the works of others that he admired.

During the week, Enjolras and R went to work and Josephine was at school. On the weekends, they did all sorts of things. They went to movies and tried new restaurants. They went to museums and parks. However, practically every Saturday at a little past four thirty, Enjolras would leave to go do his "thing."

Neither Josephine or Grantaire paid attention to this, making it seem like they didn't even realize it. However, both were planning to figure out exactly what Enjolras was up to. He always came back home at around six to six thirty.

Then, about another month after Grantaire had moved into Enjolras' flat, he and Josephine followed him. At first, they thought they might need to grab a cab or even forget the whole thing and ask to borrow Courfeyrac's car next time or something. However, they quickly found out that Enjolras was planning on walking.

Making sure to stay well enough behind so he wouldn't see them, the walk took about twenty minutes until they finally arrived at a theatre. It was one of those places where they probably put on old plays and musicals or dances.

Josephine glanced at Grantaire with a questioning look. He simply shrugged his shoulders and they walked inside. There weren't that many people in there and they could both tell that nothing was actually showing at the time. So why was Enjolras here?

The other people that were in the lobby didn't seem involved in whatever was going on here and Enjolras had already disappeared to an unknown location. As they saw a few people entering and leaving the doors to the actual theatre, they decided to go for it and went in.

The lights were dim but not so dim that you couldn't see where they were going. A few people were in the seats and in the very first row was a man standing up with several dancers around him, all in different costumes.

"Hmm" hummed Grantaire. Did Enjolras dance? He was trying to imagine this as he and Josephine sat down and suddenly music came on.

A woman, dressed all in red, was on the stage and began moving with the music. Her feet were bare and R was pretty sure that what she was doing was called Modern Dance though besides the bare feet, it looked a lot like ballet to him.

Both Grantaire and Josephine thought that she was doing pretty well but in the middle of the dance, the man in the front stood up again and said in an Italian accent, "No no! Again, more graceful more graceful. You should be like a flower at this part! Oh where is Enjolras!"

"Right here," said Enjolras as he suddenly appeared. "I apologize for my lateness Lorenzo."

"It is alright," the man replied and it appeared much more lenient with Enjolras than the girl up there. "Again!"

Grantaire tried not to stare but it was hard not to. Enjolras' outfit was much simpler than the lady's. His feet were also barefoot and he wore a tight fitting, long sleeved red shirt. He was wearing tights but his pants defiantly looked tight fitting.

Together, they both looked like two flames up on the stage.

Some kind of signal was then made and they both began to dance, to unfurl their limps and let them flow like grass in a field on a windy day. Now Grantaire understood why the man, Lorenzo, hadn't been happy with the girl's performance. It was hard not to notice the difference. The woman was amazing and it was clear she was trying hard.

But that was the problem; you could see she was trying. For Enjolras, it appeared natural, almost like breathing. It was almost like he was guiding the music and not the other way around.

Nevertheless, it was as if Enjolras somehow influenced the girl and she did begin to do better than the first time. It was still nothing compared to Enjolras though.

When it finally ended, Grantaire could only sit in ah. It had been wonderful and R wondered why he had never mentioned it to anyone. It was only when Josephine poked him in the side and told him that his mouth was hanging open that he realized he was doing just that.

They stayed for the rest of the performances and Enjolras was in two other ones. When he seemed finished with that, he came back to the auditorium in his regular cloths and sat next to Lorenzo who must've been head of their studio. From what he could see, the way Enjolras interacted with all the other dancers reminded Grantaire very much on how he interacted with people at work.

He was courteous and polite. Smiling and nodding some but overall distant, mainly concentrating on each dancers performance. When it seemed everything was finally done, Enjolras got up to leave. He turned and started to walk out of the theatre still having not spotted Grantaire or Josephine since the lights were still dim.

When he did, he froze.

"Hi Enjolras," said E, looking slightly guilty upon following him.

"Um . . . hi," Enjolras finally got out, still slightly shocked about seeing both of them. "So . . . you saw?"

"Yeah," admitted Grantaire sheepishly. "You really were good up there. Why haven't you told anyone?"

"I . . . I guess I just never—"

"Enjolras! And who are these two fine people? I've never seen you bring others with you," Lorenzo suddenly said, appearing right beside him.

Grantaire jumped, not having seen the man approach but Enjolras appeared use to this as he calmly said. "This is Grantaire. My boyfriend."

R couldn't help but glow a bit at the words.

"And your daughter?"

At this, Enjolras actually blushed along with Grantaire while Josephine snickered a bit. "No no," Enjolras quickly said. "I mean . . . you could sort of say that. This is Josephine, Grantaire's cousin. He takes care of her."

"Already having a family huh? Funny you've never talked about it," said Lorenzo and then glanced at Grantaire. He nodded once and then said, "You're very lucky," and walked off.

"Um . . . Lorenzo can get a bit enthusiastic sometimes," admitted Enjolras.

"I can see that. So what were you saying before?"

"I was saying something before?"

"Enjolras."

"Alright, I guess I just never told anyone because in high school I knew I'd get bullied for it. In middle school I was and so, even though I continued it, I didn't tell anyone. I sort of got use to it being a separate part of my life that no one ever knew of."

"You were amazing though!" said Grantaire. "I wish you had told us sooner. It practically comes natural to you."

"You sound like Lorenzo," said Enjolras with a laugh. "He's always telling me I could go professional but then says, 'Forget what I said. I can't lose my best dancer.'"

Grantaire and Josephine both chuckled at this and R said, "And you would never leave your job as a lawyer correct?"

"Yeah, that too."

"So are you getting ready for a recital?" asked E.

"Yeah, next week."

"We should invite everyone," she said.

Enjolras bit his lip at this, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Grantaire quickly said, "We of course don't have to though if—"

"No," and now Enjolras looked more sure. "I will invite all our friends. I might as well. Besides, it is silly that I've been hiding this."

"Yay! And then we can go out to dinner afterwards," said Josephine with a smile.

"I certainly think it sounds like a good idea," said Grantaire.

"Alright."

They decided on this and the next week, Grantaire got everyone together. He was even able to convince Eponine and Combeferre to come over. However, he didn't tell anyone what was going on. Just that this was really important and that everyone had to come.

When they got there, a lot of questions were asked about Enjolras but Grantaire said he'd be there later. Technically, that wasn't a lie but the result probably wasn't what everyone was thinking. The surprised looks on everyone's faces were priceless when Enjolras' first performance finally came up.

Once the entire thing was over and done with, everyone waited in the lobby for Enjolras to finally come out. The entire friend was arguing over which dance they thought was best when Enjolras finally did come out.

Enjolras wasn't quite sure what to expect but he certainly didn't expect the shower of hugs and kisses and congratulations. He probably said thank you more times that night than any other time in his life.

And with the fact that he was dancer out among his friends, there wasn't a secret left in his life for Enjolras to tell. Everything was good. Everyone was happy. Months began to pass until finally a year had come and gone since everything.

Grantaire's and Enjolras' relationship was stable, both were happy, and Josephine was still enjoying living with them. It was all going great until a small variable came into play that Grantaire had never been thinking of.

Enjolras' parents.