Enjolras ran a hand through his hair as he looked at his watch. He'd been in his room for twenty minutes, trying to avoid going out and talking to his two...
Yeah. This was going to be difficult.
It would be easy to just escape, but Combeferre deserved to know the truth. And Grantaire at least deserved a chance, didn't he?
He grabbed his hat and went out to face the figurative music.
Grantaire wasn't used to a few things that were a big part of his situation. First, being in Enjolras' rooms. There were two, a main one with a stove, a couple of chairs and a table, and the one with his bed and his desk. There were papers and books everywhere, but everything was in piles that looked more or less organized. Grantaire also wasn't used to being sober. Let alone hungover. If he was feeling hungover he generally just drank until he wasn't in pain anymore. He also was not used to Enjolras being vulnerable. Maybe his mighty marble statue of Apollo wasn't as cold as he looked.
Said statue had finally walked out of his bedroom. It was almost noon, which would normally have Enjolras striding about rushing food into his body while he read over his latest speech. Today, however, he knew food and the people would be the last thing from his mind.
How can I try to help them if I can't even fix myself?
"Alright, so, as both of you probably guessed..." He started, but then he trailed off, "I actually have no idea how to go about this."
Grantaire gave a wheezing laugh at the expression of the blond. Combeferre also had an amused smirk.
"If you both find it so humorous I'm sure we can easily switch topics!" Enjolras snapped, blushing.
Combeferre sat himself down into one of the chairs, "It's not that, it's just you honestly have never done anything like this before, have you?"
Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you two..."
He let the sentence die. That was a subject that needed a lot of alcohol before even being contemplated.
"You know what?" Enjolras pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed tight, "I can't really deal with this right now."
And he strode out of the room.
"That actually went better than I thought it would." Combeferre said with a small chuckle.
"Courfeyrac! I hate to interupt, but I may be in need of some advice for a friend." Enjolras stood stiffly at the side of a table at a cafe about an hour later.
"Of course! I can tell that this is a bit more personal, so I'll bid you all adieu." He grinned at the small group of people he had been sitting with and stood up.
He followed Enjolras out of the cafe, and gave him a sideways glance, "So Grantaire, eh?"
"How-" Enjolras tried not to gape.
"Do you honestly think I'm normally up this early when I don't have to be?" Courfeyrac gave a chuckle as he led Enjolras to a park, "He came to me this morning in quite a state, all worried about something he did with you. I was about to be really proud of both of you and almost jealous before he told me he'd just kissed you. I told him not to worry and get Combeferre, because he has a key to your apartment."
"So do you," Enjolras said, giving him a cold look, "I don't like you getting in my business, why set something like this up?"
"Two reasons. One, you indirectly disturbed my beauty sleep. Secondly, and in all seriousness, if you want something to actually happen, or if you want something not to happen, you need to actually get to it." Courfeyrac stopped walking and turned to face Enjolras dead on, "I care deeply about everyone who is involved in this, I want everyone to come out on top. If you and Combeferre are lovers. Explain it to Grantaire. If you want to end your relationship with Combeferre, explain that to them both. If you want to do something with both of them, explain it. Figure out what you want, Enjolras, then act upon it."
"It was my first kiss." He said quietly, looking at the ground, "My first, Courfeyrac. And I'm not even sure what I want."
"Clearly," Courfeyrac started walking again, "You seem to be quite shaken up. Work on a speech, do school work, go for a walk, sleep on it. Do something to get you back to you, because then you can figure out what you want."
"Right." Enjolras was all manners again, "Thank you for this."
Enjolras walked away feeling a bit lighter, but just as confused.
A/N: This is mainly because I hate leaving you guys on edge for so long. If anyone has any storyline ideas, feel free to PM me, because I have no idea where this is going. This is the problem with extending a one-shot.