A/N: Modern AU (also, assume that France is still under a monarchy), sorry to any blondes who find this offensive. Cosette knows about her father running from Javert and all that in this story.
Courfeyrac, Bahorel, and Grantaire decided to sit at an outside table and people watch.
"Ten," Bahorel said, nodding to a girl.
"Eight," Courfeyrac said, scandalized.
"No, definitely a ten," Bahorel said.
"She's not my type, I prefer blondes," Grantaire said.
Courfeyrac smirked, "any certain blondes?" He asked, nudging Grantaire.
Grantaire snorted.
"Well, here's a blonde babe coming right now," Bahorel said. A girl was walking over to them. She looked to be a bit younger than them, but only by a year or so. She had long hair that was a bright, harsh blonde, not muted and soft like Cosette's. And her blue eyes were empty, while Cosette's shone with either love or passion. She was as rich as Cosette, but she showed it with her designer clothes.
"Hi," the girl giggled. "I'm Claire."
Courfeyrac stood up, "And I am Courfeyrac, at your service, Madame," the girl giggled again.
Bahorel stood up too, "I am Bahorel, the handsome one. Courfeyrac is the witty one, and Grantaire, right there, is the drunk one."
Grantaire nodded in acknowledgment, before going back to his bottle.
"Would you like to accompany us?" Courfeyrac asked. They had to be at the meeting in five minutes, and he didn't want to leave Claire's side.
"Sure," Claire said, grinning. She winked at Bahorel and Grantaire. The three boys led her inside the Musain café and to the back room.
Everyone in the room looked up as Claire walked in.
"Hi! I'm Claire," She said, flipping her hair. No one said anything, until Enjolras cleared his throat.
"The meeting?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
Claire sat down at a table with Courfeyrac and Bahorel.
"Wow, everyone here is so hot!" Claire exclaimed which made Bahorel choke on his drink.
"Yeah, but I'm the hottest," Courfeyrac said.
"It's like jackpot! I'm coming here all the time!" Claire laughed and flipped her hair again.
Musichetta walked in with Joly and Bossuet. She was slightly surprised to see the girl, but just ignored her as she walked to a table with her boys.
"Ooh, we can take more than one?" Claire asked, rather loudly.
"No, Joly and Bossuet are just best friends who share everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything," Courfeyrac said.
Claire sighed loudly, and twirled her hair around her finger, watching the other students. Her eyes kept going back over to Enjolras, who was setting up the meeting.
Éponine came running in and slowed down when she saw Claire. Her eyes narrowed.
"Ew, who invited the street rat?" Claire asked, in a high-pitched nasally voice.
"She's our friend," Enjolras said coldly.
"Oh, well, nice to meet you…" Claire said, turning away from Éponine. Éponine sat down next to Grantaire, and began talking quietly.
Soon Marius and Cosette entered.
"Who's this?" Cosette asked. Marius tore his eyes away from Cosette and frowned at Claire.
"Claire," Courfeyrac said. "Les Amis, meet Claire. Claire, meet Les Amis. She's the newest addition."
Marius didn't like the way Claire was looking at him. He dragged Cosette over to where Musichetta was sitting, and sat down next to Bossuet.
Enjolras stood up and started talking. He noticed how Claire hung onto his every word. He smiled at his new recruit. Enjolras finished his speech and sat down next to Combeferre.
"She was listening the whole time," Enjolras said.
"No she wasn't, she was watching you the entire time," Combeferre said, writing down some stuff.
Enjolras sighed, "Of course she was. Doesn't anyone care about the actual revolution?" Combeferre patted him on the back.
Claire snorted, "Wait, you're from a poor family?" she asked Bahorel, who frowned.
"Yeah, why?" he asked, daring her to answer.
Claire rolled her eyes and walked away. She sat next to Jehan and Feuilly.
"Hey, what are you two up to?" She flirted. Jehan mumbled something about poetry and Feuilly mentioned leaving early for work.
"Who needs work?" Claire asked.
"I do," Feuilly said.
"Why?" Claire asked, incredulously.
"Money," Feuilly said, growing red.
"You're not rich?!" Claire exclaimed.
"No…" Feuilly muttered.
Claire turned away to Feuilly and to Jehan.
"Do you always dress like that?" Claire asked, nodding towards Jehan's hand-knit sweater (grey and blue stripes).
"Yeah, why?" Jehan asked. Claire didn't answer. She took Jehan's notebook and started reading them.
"You wrote these?" Jehan nodded. "They're personal, right?" Jehan nodded. "So why do they sometimes have a guy audience?" Claire asked, making Jehan go red. "Wow," she said. She then muttered a nasty word under her breath.
Claire got bored and left them. She saw Joly walking to Enjolras, and ran over to him.
"Hi, I'm Claire," she said sweetly.
"I know," Joly said, wearily.
"You are so cute!" Claire squealed.
Joly looked uneasy. He hesitantly took a step back.
"Want to be mine?" Claire asked, grabbing his hand.
"I have a girlfriend," Joly said, trying to yank his hand free. Claire squeezed his hand so tightly; it felt like it was going to fall off.
"Well, if you're sure. Just know, I'm available," Claire winked and went in to kiss Joly. Joly turned away quickly, but she got his cheek.
Claire felt someone grab her hair and yank her backwards.
"What do you think you're doing?" Musichetta hissed at her.
"Oh please, like you care. You have two of them, share!" Claire said, rolling her eyes.
Musichetta narrowed her eyes. "If you touch Joly ever again, and that includes Bossuet, I swear I'll—"
"What did you call Jehan?!" A voice shrieked from the other side of the café. Éponine was madder than ever, and she was standing over a crying Jehan. She walked over to Musichetta and Claire, and slapped her (Claire).
"Wow, your friends are really out-of-hand," Claire said. Courfeyrac grimaced.
Claire strutted away.
"I can't believe her," Éponine said, bitterly. "Courfeyrac, why did you invite her!?"
"She's hot," Courfeyrac said.
Claire walked over to Marius and Cosette.
"Hey freckles," she said, grinning.
Marius sighed, "What do you want, Claire?"
"Just to talk," Claire sat down on the other side of Marius. "You guys are so defensive, it's weird."
"It's not weird, it's friendship," Cosette said. She managed a smile. "So, did anything exciting happen to you other than meeting the deranged Les Amis?"
"Well, I was saved by this really nice cop," Claire said. She sighed dramatically. "I was walking on the street when this homeless guy ran over to me and was asking for money. That piece of dirt kept coming nearer, and he was nearly harassing me!" Claire sighed again. Marius and Cosette exchanged looks. Claire seemed like a typical snobby girl. Claire continued, "So he came over and saved me. We had a nice talk about keeping the streets safe."
"Did you give the homeless man any money?" Cosette asked.
Claire was outraged, "No! That would have been insulting!"
"So, what exactly did you two talk about regarding the safe streets?" Marius asked.
"Well, he was telling me about his hunt for this old guy, who is like an escaped convict. An escaped convict! Here!" Claire calmed down. "So, I told him I'll tell him if I see anything suspicious."
"Did this police man," Cosette said slowly, "have unique sideburns?"
"Yes, have you met him?" Claire asked. "He's the best ever! He helps our streets against the filthy poor and is truly remarkable. I remember him telling me about this prostitute who attacked a civilian! And I hope he catches that convict."
Marius noticed Cosette grasping his hand tighter and tighter. Marius could tell Cosette was using all of her willpower not to say anything.
"Claire, I think you should leave," Marius said.
Claire huffed. "What did I ever do wrong?"
She walked away, and then over to Enjolras's table, where he sat alone.
"Whatcha working on?" Claire asked, giggling.
"My speech," Enjolras said.
Claire leaned over to read it. "Who's Patria?" she asked, confused.
"His mistress," Grantaire said, joining them.
"She's not my mistress," Enjolras said. "She's symbolism for France."
"What's so great about France?" Claire asked.
"France has the potential to be the most powerful nation in Europe," Enjolras said, quietly.
"Yeah, thanks to our King!" Claire sighed.
"We'd be better off in anarchy," Enjolras said. He sighed, "The Les Amis is all about fighting for people's rights and fighting against the King."
"That's stupid!" Claire snorted. "Why would you want to change France? Why do you care so much anyway? It's not like it's going to affect you or anything."
Grantaire was smirking, amused. He could see a vein throbbing on Enjolras's neck. Grantaire poked it, and Enjolras shooed him away like he was a fly.
"You're lucky you're hot, cause you're stupid," Claire said, in her annoying ditzy voice. Enjolras snapped his pencil and stood up.
"Get. Out." He said, glaring at Claire.
"OMG, what did I even do?!" Claire whined.
"Claire, you should leave," Courfeyrac said.
"Not you too!" Claire put her hands on her hips.
"You can either leave right now, or in five seconds with an angry mob on your tail," Éponine said.
"You guys are like, so rude—" Claire said.
"One," Bahorel muttered darkly.
"—I mean, seriously, who does this, anyway—"
"Two," Feuilly said, standing up.
"—I am rich and pretty, you should be nice to me—"
"Three," Jehan said.
"—I don't even know what I did! Like, seriously—"
"Four," Musichetta snarled.
"—You guys are just jealous of me!"
"Five," Cosette said. "Get her!"
Everyone screamed and ran after Claire. Some stopped when she left the room, but others continued. Some of the students chased her for a couple of blocks, before heading back to the Musain.
Finally, everyone was back at the Musain.
"No more new strangers," said Enjolras. "Please."
"Deal" Marius said, putting an arm around Cosette.
"Who invited her anyway?" Bossuet asked.
"Courfeyrac, Bahorel, and Grantaire," Combeferre said.
"Get them!" someone cried, and Courfeyrac, Bahorel, and Grantaire ran for their