Courfeyrac stands, and that is the first noise-movement that draws Jehan's gaze away from Grantaire.

Jehan looks at Courfeyrac and he imagines all the emotions in his eyes answer the question as much or more so than he could in words – he still can't quite believe Courf shares all those many feelings, but his soft smile could melt ice as he gazes back at Jehan.

Courf grabs Jehan's hand, sending tingles up his arm, and finally answers Grantaire. "Yeah. Yeah, we are."

Enjolras and Grantaire trade what can only be described as ecstatic smiles, and then R is running forward to grab Jehan in the most bear-like of hugs.

"Congratulations!" he crows. "I knew you had it in you! Did I tell you, or did I tell you? Team Get Jehan a Date FOR THE WIN!"

"Hang on, hang on, hang on," Jehan insists, the moment the laughter dies down, "Team? I'm sorry, what part did you play in my confession?"

Enjolras blurts, "You confessed?! That's so brave!" at the same time as Grantaire is wagging his finger too close to Jehan's face.

"Duh, I gave you two some alone time at the bar, remember? Guess that's all it took. I think a Thank You is in order!"

Jehan spares a brief moment to be thankful Grantaire wasn't there to run into Montparnasse, that would not have been pretty. In so many different ways. Could that really have been only a day ago?

He moves on: "I will give you a Thank You as soon as I get an explanation! What the hell are you guys doing here, it's 2:00 in the morning?"

"I texted Enjolras about us," Courf says, "uh, a few hours ago? But that doesn't explain why you're here, R? Now?"

Jehan opens his mouth to speak again, but the strangest thing happens: both Grantaire AND Enjolras flush deep red.

"Ok well. I wasn't lying about having studying I forgot about last night…" Grantaire begins.

Jehan nods. "But…?"

"Buuuuuuuuut…I got," he gives Enjolras a quick glance, no one could miss that besotted smile, "distracted."

"I texted him," Enjolras supplies. "I felt we should…talk."

They wait for further elaboration. Enjolras, the great orator himself, remains silent until Grantaire speaks again.

"He filled in some of the gaps in my memory of the Winter Party."

"Oh?" Jehan pauses to let the gears in his mind whir – he is running on exceptional vibes and absolutely no sleep, everything's slow and clanky.

"Yes, I did. I figured…we'd probably left things…unexplained, as they were, for too long. And I don't think I ever properly thanked you, Jehan," Enjolras turns to him, "for trying to help me that night. I had something…very important I'd been wanting to ask R for ages, and when I couldn't find him at the party, well," he offers a wan smile, "I…kinda lost my mind."

"Remind me again why you thought asking me out at the Winter Party after the week we'd all had was a good idea?"

Enjolras flushes even deeper, Grantaire is beaming, and Jehan feels everything finally click into place with a nice, neat Oh.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. You shits might know what's going on, but I need some catching up." Oh right, Courf didn't arrive on that messy scene until after the shit storm with Grantaire and Floreal. Jehan thinks back on Enjolras' tears that night, thinks back on the shattering of Enj's avenging angel façade, and concludes the bashful smile occupying his face currently is a much nicer look.

"Sorry, Courf," the man in question says. "I texted Grantaire last night because I'd been wanting to talk since him and Jehan have been back to meetings and it was a Friday night so I was just chancing he'd be home, and he - "

"And I was at home 'cause I'd canceled on you lovebirds to actually DO work like a responsible student. So then of course I went out because Enj texted me to come over? Which was weird 'cause we hadn't really spoken since…well. But it was like. Good weird, and…" Grantaire starts laughing so hard it takes him a while to stop, but he pushes on: "…and when I got to his house he was sitting at the living room table with water and lined paper and pens like this was a fricken business meeting…"

Jehan snorts. He expects Enjolras to protest, but he only rolls his eyes and lets Grantaire continue on. Maybe it's just the 2 AM haziness, but Jehan has never seen Enjolras look better, all soft smiles and bright eyes.

Grantaire smiles too, and bumps Enjolras' shoulder with his own. "Apparently what he wanted to do was ask me to dinner. Like. Date Dinner. As if I would ever say no!"

"All my evidence said otherwise!"

"Your evidence was observational, circumstantial at best, biased at worst! You would think a law student would know better!"

"I thought a proper meeting to discuss our misunderstandings would prove fruitful!" Enjolras protests. The rest of them erupt into laughter again. He seems to take the mirth in good stride, even though it is at his expense.

Grantaire picks up the tale once more: "So after we hashed out all our shit, we made plans for tonight and I just…went back on home. Finished studying." He winks (Jehan knows he was running around his place screaming, that's a given). "And you guys had been radio silent so I figured all was well. No catastrophes on the home front, didn't want to interrupt your guys' night with my news…Anyway, turns out it was even better than no catastrophes, Jehan finally got himself a boyfriend, and I had to hear it from Courf and Enjolras first!"

Grantaire smiles so Jehan knows he's joking, but Jehan barely notices. Both he and Courf have frozen. He feels Courf glance at him out the corner of his eye, but he's not keen to correct Grantaire about the lack of catastrophes right this second. Montparnasse doesn't deserve any more of their time.

"Ok…but," Jehan still feels like he's a couple laps behind everyone else in the race, "that still doesn't explain why you're here. Right now."

R shrugs. "I thought that was obvious. Enj got the text from Courf of you guys holding hands, and we freaked out and headed over."

"Were you…" Jehan shakes his head, there must be something he's still not understanding, "having dinner at 1 AM or something?"

Grantaire blushes and clears his throat. Now neither of them will meet Jehan and Courf's eyes. "I mean. We'd already finished dinner when we got your text, but we might have gotten a little…sidetracked…?...On the way over…?"

He glances at Enjolas to save him.

The blonde nods, half sheepish and half made of mischief. "Grantaire has a very lovely place, lovely furniture. It just happened to be on our route over here."

It gets very quiet as they take in the meaning of everything just explained. Jehan's head is spinning with all this news (and lack of sleep, let's be real); his mouth is hurting from smiling so much.

"So you're," Courf raises his eyebrows, gestures at R and Enj, "you're dating too?!"

Grantaire beams and Enj nods much less sheepishly this time.

"Took you long enough!" Jehan can't keep from bursting out.

Courf giggles and wraps his arms around Jehan's shoulders in a side squeeze.

Jehan keeps going: "I'm serious, I thought this day might never come. And, after that night at the party, well…"

"Let's never mention that God-forsaken party again," Enjolras mumbles, and they all mumble with him in agreement.

"Anyway, you're one to talk!" Jehan sticks his tongue out at Grantaire, but R persists in his mockery: "This could practically be your two year anniversary with Courfeyrac if you'd confessed to him earlier."

"Oh yeah? Last time I checked, I'm the one who confessed and Enjolras asked you out. If we'd all done it your way nothing would have happened. Ever."

R flips him off, but Jehan's attention is stolen by Courf burying his head in the side of Jehan's neck. His curls are soft and ticklish on the sensitive skin there, and they yank Jehan right off whatever thought train he was previously on. He knows his face is warm and beet red, but he wouldn't change anything about anything in the whole wide world right now.

Everything stops until Jehan remembers he is technically host.

"Can I…get you guys anything?"

R nods, but Enjolras checks his phone and sighs heavily. "Thank you, but we should be heading out. I told Grantaire I'd walk him back home, so it's gonna be a longer trek for me - "

"And I told you you do not have to walk down that far, it's a long ways from your place," Grantaire says, fondly exasperated.

"I said I would walk you back home, I am keeping to my promise!"

"That's perfect, then Courf can walk with you and I won't be as worried," Jehan says.

"Don't wanna go!" Courf mumbles from Jehan's shoulder. He's been uncharacteristically quiet for the last few minutes. Now he swings his other arm around Jehan's front to hold him in a vice grip and bury his head further. "Wanna stay with you!"

"I'd love you to, love," LOVE, "but if you don't go we're going to be incapable of function tomorrow and we both have finals soon. I know you do! Go home. Actually sleep tonight." He hesitates only briefly before planting a kiss on Courfeyrac's charcoal head, and smiles when Courf melts into him even more. "Please go home and sleep, please? For me?"

Courf finally nods, picks his head up, and drowsily gives Jehan a peck on the corner of his mouth. Jehan can't tell if he was aiming for his cheek or his mouth, but that's inconsequential.

Grantaire is staring at them with big, round eyes.

"I think that's the cutest thing I've ever witnessed!" he whisper screeches.

Jehan rolls his eyes, gives Courfeyrac one final squeeze and smile, then pushes him towards where the others are stood in front of the door.

They almost get out (the three of them shuffle forward comically slowly). Then…

"Oh my God."

"Enj? What is it?"

Enjolras shows his brand new boyfriend what must be a text on his phone.

"Oh My GOD."

"What?" Courf begs. "What's happened?"

Enj turns back towards the living room. He sits on Jehan's embroidered couch and the other three gather around to see what's up. He shows them a text from Feuilly. All it says is: We're back in business baby!

Feuilly's forwarded an email from Mr. Javert of all people, the Head of Academic Leadership himself, stating the School Board's intention to re-open the investigation into Thenardier's practices!

"What investigation?" R snorts. "They shot us down before we even got there."

"Not now," Courf breathes. "Not anymore."

"What does this…mean? For the club? For everyone?" Jehan asks. This is officially too much for his 2 AM brain to comprehend.

"It means we get to try again, with the whole might of our city support behind us," Enjolras responds with a devilish glint in his eye. "It means…we're going to make them regret brushing us and Feuilly off like that. It means," there is brimstone fueling his voice, "we're going to give them HELL!"