"Are you being serious?"

Courfeyrac was about to kick Enjolras out of his apartment. The leader of the revolution, the brave Apollo, could not think of one significant date for him and Éponine.

"Yes. Éponine and I just don't pay much mind to such trivial matters." Enjolras shrugged.

"Okay, okay, okay." Courfeyrac mumbled to himself, standing up and pacing around the room. "When did you first get together?"

Enjolras seemed to ponder this for a while. "It was cold outside."

"Oh, for the love of God." Combeferre groaned, his palm hitting his forehead.

"We were sat in my apartment- well, I guess, it's ours now, and we were watching some crappy Christmas movie."

"So, it was... December?" Courfeyrac prompted.

"Yes, that would explain the Christmas tree in the corner of the room."

Courfeyrac sat in the chair across from Enjolras. "Enjolras, can you remember the date?"

"Christmas time."

The two boys simultaneously groaned.

"Combeferre, he's hopeless. There's no way he's gonna pull this off."

"Never give up hope, Courfeyrac, he managed to get Éponine to date him, after all. That's something."

Courfeyrac honestly did not know what to do. He was planning this whole thing, if Enjolras was not going to cooperate with him, then there was no point in this whole project.

"Okay, Enjolras. When was your first kiss?"

"I don't know."

"First date?"

"Nope."

"First time you did the dirty?"

"Classified information."

"When did she move in to your apartment?"

"Really?" Enjolras dead panned.

Courfeyrac dug his hand through his curls, a feeble attempt to push them out of his face. "Enjolras, do you seriously not remember anything about your relationship? I know more about it than you do!"

"That's not true. I know a lot of things about Éponine!"

"Well? Go ahead."

"I know that her favourite flavour of ice cream is strawberry cheesecake, that her favourite colour is green, and that she hates cats."

Combeferre sighed. "Please tell me that's not all."

"Of course not! I know that she always falls asleep on her side, or that she has a love for Jane Eyre."

"Symbolic dates, Enjolras. We need times and dates."

"What, like the ones you suggested?"

"Yes!" Came Courfeyrac's exasperated reply.

"Yeah, then I don't know."

"You know what, Eniolras? I'm not going to do this. Here I am, trying to help you get married to your beloved, but it seems as though you're not even trying. Every couple has important times in their relationship, and it's only natural to celebrate them! I don't even know what you have been doing for the past few years, because-"

"Twenty-first of October."

"-you're making this whole idea seem- what?"

"Twenty-first of October. That's when we first said 'I love you'."

Silence.

"Oh my god... He's so cute." Combeferre awed.

"See? That's all we wanted. Thank you." Courfeyrac nodded gently and grinned at the blond, who looked like a little boy being praised for a neat drawing.

"You never said I could use that date, I just didn't want you to kick me out." Enjolras smiled, meekly.

"Okay, so. October twenty-first, that's when we'll strike. So, we have...twelve days to get this proposal prepared."

Enjolras grinned happily, while Combeferre had a small sip of his tea, a small smile on his face.

"Sorry for shouting, by the way."

i really just wanna get this whole story up in one, but it makes more sense if it is in different chapters. Ugh.

i don't own the musical or the book.