Hi! I'm so so sorry for the delay on this update, I'm smack in the middle of my exams it is is RIDICULOUSLY stressful so I've barely had time to think, never mind write. Anyway, as a result, I apologise for the length and quality of this update, it's not my best but I hope it's alright - please let me know :) I feel I should also add that the time span of these events so far is from one night into the next evening, just to clarify :) Events such as these can and do occur and escalate this quickly.

Grantaire had indeed arrived at the Musain, although slightly later and slightly more drunk already than had been anticipated. He had teased Enjolras particularly mercilessly, destroying his speech with his witty comments, and he had taken great pleasure in teasing him about his new item of headwear. However, when his drunken mind had decided that it would be fun to sneak up behind him and steal the hat from their leader's head, he had got more than he bargained for, demonstrated by the shrill squeal of horror that had left his lips. That was they were all now sat in front of the door to Enjolras and Combeferre's flat, behind which the blonde had built a barricade to keep them all out. Grantaire had sobered up immediately at the sight of the bare patch where blonde curls once sat. He tripped over himself in his efforts to apologise, something which would have stunned les Amis if they all hadn't been so shocked - Grantaire NEVER apologised - but they were all too busy staring at Enjolras, and the peculiar shade of grey that he seemed to have turned. He had stormed out just seconds later, his eyes narrow and cold as shards of ice.
"Enj, open the door…" Combeferre sighed, rubbing his hand over his face in exasperation. He was tired, and didn't want to deal with his friend's shit right now.
"Come on, please just let me in…"
"Get lost 'Ferre!" Enjolras' voice was as stony as the glare they could all feel, as if it could penetrate the door. This is bad, very bad…
"E, please, I'm sorry!" Grantaire tried pleading, his normally bright eyes dull with worry; he loved Enjolras deeply, they all knew that. He didn't mean to hurt him.
"I didn't know, I…"
"Just LEAVE. ME. ALONE." Enjolras all but roared at his friends, grabbing the nearest thing to him, which happened to be one of his precious textbooks, and hurling it ferociously at the door. The book collided with the wood with a thud that echoed around the room and brought tears to the blonde's eyes. He was still young, yet he felt like his whole life was being ripped out from under him; the very foundations of his being were under threat. As the thoughts took hold of him again he buried his hands deep into his hair, taking pleasure in the feeling of release that it gave him. He could feel the itching around the area he had pulled out the great chunk the night before, the area that Grantaire had spotted, and it infuriated him. Very carefully, he moved his fingers to the edge of the painful area, plucking single strands and relishing the relief that it provided him from the incessant itching. It didn't stop it for long though. Why won't it stop…

"My friends, I have a plan…" Courfeyrac, who was sat next to Combeferre and attempting to comfort the blonde philosopher as they saw in the fourth hour of them being sat on the landing, suddenly sat bolt upright. He had long ago noted how 'Ferre was starting to lose his mind with worry, and the fact that the rest of the group were panic-stricken; with the main question on the tip of everyone's tongue being, if Enjolras is cracking, what will happen to us? He had no idea what would happen to them, or how to comfort his devastated friend, but he knew Enjolras. He needed bait, and for the rest of the guys to leave them be for a while… It had always worked before…
"He won't let 'Ferre go to him now, but..."Explaining in hushed tones to the group surrounding him, he quickly found approval for his idea. Mentally, they all slapped themselves for thinking of it sooner, it was so ridiculously simple. This ridiculously obvious but genius plan was how, an hour later, Courfeyrac found himself slipping in through the tiny gap made in Enjolras' 'barricade' to accomodate the opening of the door, a chunk of red velvet cake wrapped in a white tissue held in his outstretched palm as a peace offering.

Another note... Never tried red velvet cake, but it seemed appropriate for Enjy to like it :D xx