Combeferre walked into the kitchen. It was five in the morning. He was dressed in his hospital scrubs and made breakfast for his roommates as he always does. Except when he crossed the counter top, he saw a person sitting there.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see in the dark. "Nathan?" He questioned.

Courfeyrac smiled slightly. "Good morning, Vegas…what happened last night?" He asked.

Combeferre rubbed his forehead before heading over to the coffee maker. "He…he was just saying how this afternoon we could meet up for lunch since I won't see him until late tonight." He said.

He began to brew the coffee before heading over to the cabinet to get the waffle mix. Courfeyrac tilted his head. "So, that caused a huge eruption from him…?"

Combeferre shook his head, beginning to mix the ingredients together in a bowl. "No, what happened was…was…" He put the mixing spoon down and slouched to the ground. "I kissed him. He was holding me close in a hug and I lost it! I thought he was enjoying it because his tongue ran across my lips, but then he threw himself back and slapped me…then he punched me." He mumbled.

Courfeyrac hopped off the counter top and sat down next to his friend. "Oh, Vegas…don't stress over it. Maybe he's forgotten about it. Maybe he thought it was a dream." He said.

"Apparently nightmare…"

"No, stop it. Do not worry yourself over this today at work."

Combeferre sighed. "Okay. You're right, Nathan, I shouldn't worry myself." He said.

He stood up and finished preparing the waffles. When he was done, he set three on each plate, set them at the table, and poured coffee in the mugs that were on the bar. Courfeyrac sat at the table, smiling when Combeferre brought him his coffee.

"We really do appreciate everything you do for us." He said.

Combeferre smiled and sat down in a chair. "It's no problem at all." He replied.

The doctor ate his breakfast before heading off to work. The entire day he did his best to avoid the nursery in fear of confronting Sierra.

Oh God, what if Enjolras had told her what happened. That would be the most awkward thing he could imagine. When he had to take the two infants born that day to the nursery, he would hide his face.

Lunch time came around, and Enjolras had not showed up. Combeferre was not surprised. Why would he show up? He ate alone, threw away his trash, and returned to work.

That night, Combeferre left work and drove to the local boxing arena. Many cars were parked, but he had a special pass that let him in the back. When he arrived, there was a group of people standing there waiting on him.

A man with black, curly hair ran over to him. It was Grantaire. "Hey, Vegas, where've ya been? Jules is on in five and you weren't here to sign him in!"

Combeferre rubbed his eyes behind his glasses. "I'm sorry. I've just had a real rough.." He stopped.

Grantaire shrugged. "Whatever, it's cool. Just come on! He's about to go!"

The two men ran back over to the group, who walked inside the building. Combeferre and Grantaire walked into the arena, and stood outside the boxing octagon. They waited until the lights started flashing and a voice boomed through the microphones.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We will now begin the fight for tonight: Montparnasse Moreaux vs Julien Enjolras!"

The crowd let out loud yells and screams as both boxers made their way to the ring. Combeferre watched Enjolras as he made his walk from the back to the ring. Not once did Enjolras change his gaze from Montparnasse. He seemed especially furious. Usually it was all an act, but Combeferre knew when Enjolras was mad.

The fighting began. It didn't take Enjolras long to give Montparnasse a knockdown. It took a lot of energy to get the man on the floor. Montparnasse stood up, dizzy, and Enjolras returned to the center when the referee instructed him to. The fight was on again. Montparnasse threw a few nasty punches at Enjolras, causing his nose to bleed a little.

The end of the first around came, and then the second started. Within the first minute, Enjolras got a knock down. He stood up on the eighth second, only for Montparnasse to knock him out completely on the spot when the fighting began. This ended the boxing match.

Combeferre sighed. It was his job to carry Enjolras out of the ring and to tend to his wounds after the fights. He carried him back into his holding room. He allowed nobody to enter whenever he was taking care of the boxer.

Enjolras had not regained consciousness yet. Combeferre cleaned the blood off and applied medicine to a cut on his cheek. He sighed and stared at the blond.

Even all beaten up, he was so handsome. His face was like an angel's, and his curly blond hair stuck to his face from the sweat.

Combeferre grabbed the ice rag from the freezer and began to rub down Enjolras' sweaty body. That's when he started to regain his consciousness. His blue eyes that usually sparkled were dull.

"Vegas…" He mumbled.

Combeferre pressed the rag to Enjolras' forehead. "You fought so well. You almost knocked him out within the fourth minute of the first round." He said.

Enjolras took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes again. This time, they weren't dull, but they weren't sparkling. They were piercing.

"You." He hissed.

Combeferre tilted his head slightly, pretending he did not know what happened.

Enjolras hopped off the cushioned table and pushed Combeferre roughly. "Don't you act like you don't know what you did!" He yelled.

Combeferre knew there was no way out. Instead he regained his balance and did not fight back. "Okay, I'm sorry. It just came over me."

"What? Do you go kissing around on men all the time? Leaving them as they go?"

Enjolras was cornering Combeferre. Even though he was a foot shorter, he towered over him when he was angry.

"Of course I don't! I've only ever loved one man!" He yelled back.

"Who?"

"You."

The words had slipped out of Combeferre's mouth. Enjolras still held his angry expression.

"Dammit, Vegas." He hissed.

"I am sorry. I didn't really wa-"

Enjolras smashed his lips against Combeferre's, pulling him down by his collar. Combeferre's eyes were wide, but he found himself pinning Enjolras against the wall, deepening the kiss. His tongue clashed against the other's, causing a slight moan to escape from Enjolras.

Combeferre shook his head and pulled away.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned.

Enjolras stared angrily at Combeferre. "You…you kissed me. I was in love with Sierra, I thought I would be with her forever. Then you-you just kissed me out of no where and DAMN IT!" He exclaimed.

Combeferre shook his head slightly. "What?"

Enjolras placed his hands to on the doctor's waist. "I'm gay." He said. "And it's all because of you."

"So that's a bad thing?"

"YES!" Enjolras said. "Sierra will be so humiliated and then the guys will think I'm a frilly flowery Prouvaire."

Combeferre crossed his arms. "So I'm a Prouvaire?"

Enjolras shook his head. "No you're not, you're as manly as hell and damn handsome too." He growled.

The doctor looked Enjolras in the eyes. "So what is going on here? I'm so lost." He said.

Enjolras grabbed Combeferre by the collar again, pulled him down, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "I'm in love with you, Vegas." He said.