5/8/13

Sorry for the long wait but here it is!

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Chapter 7 – "Together always"

Jehan froze in pure shock and Courfeyrac looked at the floor. It was too soon; what was he thinking proposing now? Jehan was going to say no and he would lose the love of his life; he knew it. "Yes," Jehan whispered, Courfeyrac was sure he was imagining it. His head snapped up with a hesitant smile as Jehan repeated it with more certainty. Courfeyrac gently slid the ring onto his lover's finger. They threw themselves on each other and kissed passionately; to engrossed in each other to notice Grantaire stuttering excuses and fleeing the room. Everything was coming together; but they would be together always.

"Don't you worry, 'Fey," Grantaire grinned, patting Courfeyrac on the back.

"Are you sure you are qualified to plan a wedding?" he asked cautiously. Courfeyrac had a wedding planner on call and was texting her after Jehan said yes. That phone ended up in the corner and Grantaire proclaiming that he had everything under control and he would plan the wedding. Jehan had always said that he wanted a traditional wedding but all wedding planners said that getting a priest and doing a full wedding for a homosexual couple would be too hard. But Grantaire was not fazed and promised them both the best day of their lives.

"I am not qualified but I do know what I am doing. Jehan trusts me," Grantaire sulked with a little kitten sniffle that was obviously a guilt trip. But he fell for it.

"Okay, okay," he conceded and sighed as Grantaire's grin returned and he almost skipped out of the Café Musain, only stopping to kiss his boyfriend on the head. Courfeyrac stood looking at the door that Grantaire had just bounced out of in shock and confusion; it was as if Grantaire had changed to the opposite of everything he was.

Enjolras appeared next to Courfeyrac when he was still staring in awe at where Grantaire was just stood. He snapped out of it when Enjolras rested his hand on one of his best friend's shoulder. "It's doing him good," Enjolras stated bluntly. "You letting him plan and organise this," he added at Courfeyrac's bemused expression.

"How so?" Courfeyrac asked when they both sat down at a table. He had noticed that the drunkard was generally happier but he had been like that ever since he started dating Enjolras.

"He's drinking less, smoking less, and cares about something once again," Enjolras smiled, Courfeyrac did realise that all the way through that conversation there was no overwhelming smell of cigars and alcohol radiating from the drunk.

"I guess, I just hope it comes out alright," Courfeyrac confessed to one of his longest friends.

"It will Courf," Enjolras promised. "And as an afterthought, Grantaire may end you if he can't be your best man. He's already planning the bachelor party," Enjolras added and Courfeyrac burst out laughing; he hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

"He will be my best man but I thought Jehan had already asked Grantaire to give him away," Courfeyrac chuckled.

"He is determined to do both; it is possible," Enjolras reassured him when Courfeyrac paled slightly.

"I really hope he knows what he is doing," Courfeyrac mumbled.

XXX

"Jehan, my little poet," Grantaire smiled stood with a clipboard and a pen behind his ear. "Cosette, Carissa, Eppy and 'Chetta are taking you out to a spa and meal today," Grantaire informed him as the girls swarmed on the honorary 'bride'. Jehan giggled and the girl-talk was in full swing before they had even left the apartment. Carissa was Combeferre's little five year old sister and was in love with Jehan, and dresses; no one could say no to her being a bridesmaid.

"And Courfeyrac, my dearest friend," Grantaire began with a flourish, leaning on Courfeyrac's shoulder. "As your amazing best man, I have a plan," he stated, waving the clipboard dramatically in from of him. "We are going on a pub run," he grinned and Courfeyrac found himself smiling along.

When Grantaire said pub run, he meant pub run. It was midday and Courfeyrac was almost drunk out of his mind and they still had twelve hours left. The drunkard never did anything by halves. All the boys were there: Bahorel already had scraped knuckles and bruises from at least one bar fight he probably started, Feuilly was past drunk and was flirting with the bar maid, Bossuet and Joly were entangled with each other and talking about something or other, Combeferre was tipsy and playing cards with some other student. Courfeyrac found himself sat with Enjolras and Grantaire as the smaller drunkard was settled on his boyfriend's lap as he played dominoes with Courfeyrac. Grantaire had forced Enjolras into having at least one drink in each bar and by the fourth he was thoroughly tipsy. Grantaire was right, this was just what he needed to calm his nerves about the wedding. Bring on the next twelve bars.

On the other hand, Jehan's day was also perfect; but was having a day the complete opposite of 'the boys'. That night he was curled up in his apartment (Courfeyrac was staying at Grantaire and Enjolras' apartment until after the wedding) in a plush pink blanket. Cosette was sat on the settee with Carissa curled up in her lap. Musichetta was making them all hot chocolate and Eponine was laid on Jehan's lap as he braided her ebony hair. Mean Girls was playing in the background and Musichetta was still teasing Cosette that Karen looked so much like her. It was peaceful and serene; the opposite of what married life with Courfeyrac would be. Both men drifted to sleep in completely different situations, but both their minds were on what the next day would hold.